Chapter 1343 The Slug Club

In the box, a huge round table was transformed, and everyone sat around the table. Burning novel?????????`

"It's great to meet you, it's great." Slughorn said enthusiastically, his eyes flicked across the faces of several people, "Then, you must be Mr. Longbottom? Ah, then this The lovely lady must be Elaine, a descendant of the Slytherin family. It is a great honor for you to come. You know, I am a graduate of Slytherin House. I used to be the dean of this college. I like this college. And adored your ancestor Salazar Slytherin..."

Under his gaze, Neville nodded, seemingly frightened.

Elaine looked up at Slughorn before saying, "I'm currently in Gryffindor."

"That's Slytherin's loss, isn't it?" Slughorn said regretfully, not at all embarrassed by Elaine's answer.

He gestured for them to take the only five vacant seats.

Ivan carefully looked at the people invited by Slughorn, not many, less than ten people.

More than half of them are from Slytherin College, and they don't know why Slughorn was attracted to them. They all moved their chairs as far as possible to quietly stay away from Ivan and the five of them, and the only one who was approaching was Ginny. Crowded in a corner next to Slughorn, dazed, as if he didn't know why he was here.

"Ginny!" Hermione called, motioning for her to come and sit.

"Oh, you all know each other, don't you?" said Slughorn cheerfully. "This charming young lady told me just now that she knew some of you, so I invited her too. Well, I need to give you Introduce me? This is Blaise Chabini, Harry, he's in your year and you must know him."

Zabini neither recognized nor greeted.

Ivan, Harry, and Neville didn't respond, while Hermione, Elaine, and Ginny whispered together, and didn't listen to Slughorn's introduction at all. Of course they knew that Zabini was Who, but no matter from which standpoint, they don't want to deal with each other.

This tall black boy was a student of Slytherin House and seemed to have a good relationship with Malfoy.

Although not part of his small team, he had been involved in fights with Gryffindors in previous years.

And, in a way, Zabini was well-known within the school.

His fame comes from his famous mother, who is a real-life version of Black Widow.

Mrs. Sabine is a very beautiful and famous witch who often appears in newspapers and magazines. Her dress leads the trend of the magic world, but what is more interesting to talk about is her private life. She has married seven husbands successively. Each husband died quickly and left a large estate.

Still, there are plenty of wealthy wizards willing to marry her.

Although she is no longer young, has so many marriages, has a child, and so many terrible rumors, she is still like a flame in the dark, attracting many moth-like wizards to pounce on her.

Seeing Shabini, thinking of all the rumors about his mother, it reminded Ivan.

The real Black Widow, the famous black witch Natalia, a high-ranking member of Raven's Claw, this guy's track has always been a secret, she seems to not know that her last husband was killed by Ivan, if Got it, there is no reason not to come to Ai Wen for revenge, or looking for an opportunity...

This kind of dark wizard hiding in the dark is the real headache.

Counting the sun ruins in Egypt this time, Aiwen has destroyed Raven's Claw's plan twice in a row, and they must hate Aiwen now.

Also, Sirius set off to France and Italy to fight against Raven's Claw, and he doesn't know how it is progressing.

Since he left England at the beginning of August, he has never written back...

"This is Cormac McLaggen, and this..." Slughorn said after introducing each one, "Well, it's very pleasant, let's hurry to lunch, you must Hungry, we can't spend all our time on the introductions. Take it easy boys, take it easy, it's just a chance to get to know you all a little more. Here, grab a napkin. I'm bringing my own lunch Yes, I remember the licorice wands on the food trucks always smelling too strong, a poor old man whose digestive system can't handle the stuff, let's do it... some quail, Belby ?”

Marcos Belby was a thin, nervous boy who looked as nervous as Neville.

He was visibly taken aback by Slughorn's words, and hastily raised the plate in front of him to accept what looked like half a cold quail.

"I was just telling this young Marcus that I had the honor of teaching his uncle Damocles." Slughorn said to Ivan and Harry, who were passing a basket of bread rolls. He is a very good wizard, and his Order of Merlin is definitely well deserved. By the way, do you see your uncle often, Marcus?"

Unfortunately, Marcos just had a big mouthful of quail.

He was so eager to answer Slughorn's question that he swallowed so quickly that his face turned liver-coloured, and he was too choked for words.

"Cough cough," Slughorn said calmly, pointing his wand at Belby.

In a blink of an eye, Belby's trachea seemed to be unobstructed.

"No, not much of him," gasped Belby, choking on his tears.

"Yes, of course, I dare say he must be very busy," said Slughorn, looking at Belby questioningly. "I suppose he must have worked hard to invent Wolfsbane?"

"I suppose so..." said Belby, who seemed afraid to eat any more quail until he was sure that Slughorn had finished interrogating him, "well, it must be, but he's not related to my father." Great, so I'm not actually sure..."

Poor guy, he shouldn't have said that in front of Slughorn.

Sure enough, Bellby's voice dropped before he finished speaking.

Because Slughorn sneered at him, he ignored him and turned to Cormac McLaggen beside him.

Ivan pouted, which was the main reason why he didn't like Slughorn very much.

He handed the bread roll to Hermione, and he had better finish eating and leave.

He didn't want to spend the whole afternoon here, being questioned pointlessly by Slughorn.

But, to be honest, the food prepared by Slughorn was much better than what was served on the train.

The only one who was dissatisfied with the food on the table was Elaine. She frowned and looked at these things, obviously not to her taste.