Vol 2 Chapter 1117:

Then naturally, this plan fell through.
The corridor is now crowded with people looking at the dining car, and it is impossible to pass through them wearing an invisible cloak. And he also made a very serious mistake.
Harry put the cloak in his bag with disappointment, remembering that if he had just put on the invisible cloak, he wouldn't have attracted all these eyes, but now there are more people watching him than when he walked over.
From time to time, students rushed out of their carriage to take a good look at him. The only exception was Qiu Zhang, who rushed back to her car as soon as she saw Harry coming over. When Harry passed her carriage, he saw from the window that she was steadfastly talking with her friend Marietta.
Marietta applied a thick layer of make-up on her face, but she still couldn't completely cover up the strange pustules on her face. Harry smiled triumphantly and moved on.
"You and Qiu are like this..." Fanlin recalled the previous discussion with Ron, about Harry's gossip...
However, Fanlin still felt a little helpless about Slughorn’s invitation. This was not an interesting thing. Slughorn was still the same as Dumbledore said...
When the three people arrived in the carriage, they immediately realized that they were not the only invitees, but judging from the enthusiasm of Slughorn in welcoming Harry, Harry was the one he was looking forward to most.
"Harry, good boy!" He jumped up as soon as he saw Harry Lahorne, the big belly behind the velvet robe seemed to fill the rest of the car. His shiny bald head and large silver beard gleamed like the golden buttons on his waistcoat. "Good meeting, good meeting! You must be Mr. Longbottom!" Neville nodded, looking terrified.
"so you……"
"Fanlin El, Professor, we met!"
"Oh, of course, I know, smart boy, Dumbledore has been praising you in front of me, come in!" Slughorn greeted a few people to enter the room. In fact, look at his expression. The unpleasantness is still very impressive.
At Slughorn's motion, they sat face to face on the remaining three door seats.
Fan Lin glanced around the other guests. He recognized a Slytherin student of the same grade as them. He was a tall boy with dark skin, high cheekbones, and a pair of thin and slanted eyes. There were also two boys of the same grade he did not know. Then, in a corner of the box, there was a girl who was sitting next to Slughorn and didn't understand why she was invited here. It was Ginny.
"Okay, do you all know each other?" Slughorn asked Harry Fanlin, "Brace Shabini is of the same level as you, of course—"
Shabini did not show that he knew the three of them, nor did he wake up to greet them; Fanlin and Harry were also indifferent: Gryffindor and Slytherin students hate each other in principle, not to mention that they were in Slater just now. Lin's box, a few people are still a little unpleasant.
"This is Cormac McLagen, have you met before—? No?"
McLagen was a big boy with stiff hair. He waved his hand, and Fanlin and Harry nodded to him.
"--And this is Marcus Bellby, I wonder if you--?"
Bellby, who was small and nervous, smiled reluctantly at them.
"--And this charming young lady told me that she knows you!" Slughorn finished his introduction. Harry saw Ginny grimacing at the three of them behind Slughorn.
"Well, this is the most enjoyable thing," Slughorn looked very pleased. "There is such an opportunity to get to know you better. Come on, take your napkins. I have finished my meal. It’s my share, I remember, the dining car is full of licorice sticks, and the digestive system of a poor old man is really unbearable...a pheasant, Belby?"
Bellby took what looked like a half cold pheasant as if awakened.
"Just now I was telling little Marcus that it was very fun to teach his uncle Damkos back then," Slughorn told Fanlin and Harry about the conversation before, and he was distributing bread rolls for everyone. "An outstanding wizard, very outstanding, and of course joining Sir Merlin. Do you still see your uncle often, Marcus?"
Unfortunately, Bellby had just taken a big bite of the pheasant; in a hurry to answer Slughorn, he swallowed them all, only to choke and his face turned purple.
"Breathing fresh," Slughorn pointed at Bellby with his wand calmly, his trachea seemed to be back to normal immediately. "No...I don't see it often...No," Bellby gasped, tears shining in his eyes.
"Really, of course, I guess he must be very busy," Slughorn looked at Bellby with suspicion, "I don't believe that he invented wolf poison potion without any effort!"
"I think..." He didn't dare to bite the pheasant until Slughorn finished asking, "Uh... he and my father are not very close, you know, so I don't know too much..."
As soon as he heard this, Slughorn’s eager expression quickly cooled down. This made Fanlin very surprised. In fact, Fanlin had never seen that person hold his attitude so obvious. .
Obviously, Bebeer's biggest role for Slughorn is his uncle, but obviously, Bebeer does not meet Slughorn's requirements.
Slughorn smiled coldly at him. His voice was so low that he couldn't hear him. Slughorn turned to ask Cormac.
"Well, you, Cormac," Slughorn said, "I happen to know that you often visit your Uncle Tiberius, because he has a beautiful picture of it when you two were hunting dwarf pigs together. Photographed, that is, I think about it, it was taken in Norfolk, right?"
"Yes, it was really interesting that time, yes," Cormac said. "We went with Bertie Higgins and Rufus Scrimgeour—obviously, when he was not the Minister of Magic—"
"Ah, do you still know Bertie and Rufus?" Slughorn said happily, as he was giving out a small plate of pies again; somehow, he missed Belby's share.
"Come and tell me..."
As Fanlin guessed. All the invited people have some connections with some well-known or influential people-except Ginny. Slughorn’s next question was Shabini, which seemed to be because he had a witch mother who was famous for her beauty (Fanlin learned from that conversation that she had been married seven times, and every husband was mysterious. The earth died, leaving her with a lot of gold). Next is Neville: It was a very difficult ten minutes, because Neville's parents, the famous Auror, were tortured mad by Bellatrix Lestrange and several other Death Eaters. Towards the end of the conversation, Harry felt that Slughorn had reservations about Neville's evaluation, and he was still on the sidelines about whether Neville had the skills of his parents.
"As for you, Fanlin El..." Slughorn paused. Obviously, for a student who could threaten the professor, Slughorn really had some impression of Fanlin...
"Oh, I'm listening to the professor." Fanlin said, putting the knife and fork down a little bit reluctantly. Compared with arguing with Slughorn, Fanlin obviously prefers the food right now, but he hasn't had lunch yet. With.
"I have heard of you, a guy with great power, this is very rare."
"This is not a difficult thing, professor, as long as you are diligent in practicing, I think everyone present can do it." Fanlin said, a circle of favorability cards was issued, which made...at least for the test Mike found it very useful.
"Oh, of course, everyone here is not bad." Slughorn also added, "So, I heard Dumbledore say that you are still an alchemist?"
"Oh, I'm just getting started, and I am studying with Professor Nicholas Lama, but unfortunately, Professor Nicholas Lama doesn't have much time to teach me, I believe you also know."
"Oh, this is really a pity." Slughorn said, but he couldn't find any better topic in a blink of an eye. There are many parts of Fanlin that he can talk about, but all of them are covered by Fanlin. Simply covering the past, as for more, it is not Slughorn can know.
"So, now," Slughorn adjusted his posture greatly in his chair, looking like the host was about to introduce his star actor.
"Harry Potter! Where do I start? I think that meeting in the summer only taught me some of your fur!" He stared at Harry as if he were a particularly fat and juicy pheasant, then He went on to say, "That's the real man, they call you that now!"
Harry said nothing. Bellby, Cormac and Shabini were all staring at him.
"Of course," Slughorn said, staring at Harry more closely. "The rumors have been circulating for many years... I remember back then-well-on that terrible night Lily-James-and Your catastrophe survived—they said it was because you possessed abilities beyond ordinary people—"
Shabini coughed slightly, indicating that he felt both amused and suspicious. Suddenly an angry voice came from behind Slughorn.
"Yeah, Shabini, because you are so talented... in terms of posing..."
"Oh!" Slughorn giggled happily, looking at Ginny who was going around Slughorn's belly and staring at Sabine.
"You have to be careful, Blaise! When I passed her box, I saw her cast a wonderful bat spirit spell! I won't go against her!" Shabini was just a look of contempt.
"Anyway," Slughorn turned to Harry. "There are so many rumors this summer. Of course, no one knows which one to believe. The Daily Prophet is also known for publishing false reports and making mistakes-but there is no doubt that many people witnessed it. That big riot in the Ministry of Magic, and you happen to be in this fierce vortex!"
"Oh, there is also Fanlin, Fanlin is also there, if you talk about strength, obviously Fanlin is more suitable!" Harry said, and carried Fanlin out.
"Oh, it's undeniable that Al is really strong, but he and you can't be confused, can't they, Harry..."
Fanlin didn't refute, and Harry couldn't think of any overlap or similarities between himself and Fanlin. He was indeed the only person in the prophecy.
Harry nodded, then said nothing. Slughorn smiled at him.
"So humble, so humble, it's no wonder Dumbledore loves so much-so you were there? But the rest of the story-smells so, of course no one knows what to believe-like this legendary prophecy--"
"No predictions, Professor!" Harry said.
"That's it," Ginny said categorically. "Harry and Fanlin were both present, and all the nonsense about the "True Son" is made up by the Daily Prophet as always."
"Yeah... um... of course the "Daily Prophet" reports are often exaggerated..." Slughorn continued, sounding a little disappointed. "I remember my dear Gwenow told me—I mean Gwenow Jones, and of course she is the captain of the Holyhead Hobbit—"
He was caught in a long nostalgic reverie, but Harry clearly felt that Slughorn had not let him go, nor had he believed Neville and Ginny.
In a blink of an eye, the time in the afternoon slowly passed by. Before this, Fanlin had used his identity as the chairman of the student union to go to Hermione in advance. As for the reason, except that he was full, Fanlin really didn’t think What reason is there for him to stay here?
Regardless of Harry and Ginny and Neville’s eager gaze, Fanlin left the field first, while Slughorn kept telling anecdotes about the outstanding wizards he had taught. They were all happy at Hogwarts. He entered what he called the "slug club."
Harry couldn't wait to leave, but couldn't think of a polite way. When the train finally drove into the afterglow of the sunset through another long section of thick fog, Slughorn looked around and blinked in the twilight.
"Oh my god, it's dark already! I didn't even notice that they had lit the oil lamp! You better go and change into your school gowns, everyone. McLagen, you must come to me Here is the book about the dwarf pig. Harry, Blaise-you can come here anytime. You too, miss," he winked at Ginny~EbookFREE.me~ Go, go! "When Shabini squeezed past Harry, he glared at Harry as if looking at something dirty, and Harry doubled it back. He, Ginny and Neville followed Shabini behind. Go back.
"I'm glad that it is finally over," Neville murmured. "He's a weirdo, right?"
"Yes, a little bit," Harry said, but his eyes were fixed on Shabini.
"Why are you there, Ginny?"
"He saw me cursing Zacharys Smith," Ginny said, "Remember DA...that Hufflepuff idiot at the party? He kept asking me what happened to the Ministry of Magic that night. Eventually, I was a little annoyed in the end, so I cursed him-just as Slughorn came in, I thought I was going to be locked up, but he just thought it was a great magic, and then invited me to lunch! It's crazy, right?"
"But this reason is better than those who rely on their mother's fame," Harry frowned at the back of Sabine's head, "or better than those who leaned on his uncle..."
Harry stopped. He suddenly thought of an idea, a somewhat reckless but possibly brilliant idea... A minute later, Shabini would return to the Slytherin box, and Malfoy was sitting there, thinking that except for the surroundings. No one in Lettering heard what he said... If Harry could sneak behind him and sneak into the carriage, what else could he not see and hear? Indeed, there is not much left on their journey-judging from the wild scenery flashing outside the window, it is less than half an hour from Hogsmeade Station-but since no one takes Harry's guess seriously , He will prove it to them.
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