Vol 2 Chapter 1138:

"Yes, he is a vampire," Luna said in a clarifying tone. "When Scrimgeour first took over the Ministry of Magic from Fudge, my father wrote a very long article about this, but the people at the Ministry did not allow him to publish it. Obviously, they didn't want the truth to be revealed!"
Harry thought Scrimgeour could never be a vampire, but he was used to Luna taking her father's whims seriously and repeating it, so he did not answer.
However, if Luna wants to see a vampire, Harry can help. This is not difficult, especially if Rutherford and Dumbledore have reached a cooperation.
Strange to say, a vampire once entered Hogwarts, but Harry couldn't remember the name of the vampire who played Moody.
What Fanlin gave to Harry was that the name of the vampire was enchanted, and if there was no connection approved by the vampire, even a wizard like Dumbledore could not detect the name of the vampire.
It's hard to imagine how powerful the ancestors of vampires were, applying such powerful magic to the entire race.
While talking to Luna, the two of them approached Slughorn's office unknowingly, and laughter, music, and loud conversations grew louder with their pace.
I don't know if this is the case, or if he used magic, Slughorn's room is much larger than the average teacher's office.
The ceiling and walls were covered by emerald green, crimson, and gold curtains, which looked like being in a huge tent. The room seemed very crowded, bathed in a red light projected by a golden chandelier in the center of the ceiling. Inside the light were a group of real fairies flying around, each of which was a bright spot.
A loud song came from a corner in the distance, which sounded like it was accompanied by a mandolin; several elderly wizards were smoking pipes and talking intently, shrouded in a cloud of vague smoke. Many house elves were creaking through the forest-like legs and legs, and silver plates filled with food completely covered them, looking like small tables walking around.
"Oh, Harry, my child!" Slughorn shouted as soon as Harry and Luna squeezed into the house, "Come in, come in, I have so many people to introduce you to."
Slughorn wore a fringed velvet hat to match his smoking jacket (Annotation: Men's evening casual clothes, usually made of fine fabrics, brightly decorated, usually only worn at home), he held tightly Harry's arm looked like he wanted to apparate him, and Slughorn led him straight into the party crowd; Harry grabbed Luna's hand and dragged her to follow him.
"Harry, I want you to meet Edry Walper, a student of mine a long time ago, author of "Being Brothers: My Life with Vampires"-of course, this is his friend Sanguini."
Walper was a short man with glasses. He grabbed Harry's hand and shook it enthusiastically; while the man named Sangguini looked a little strange, pale, with uniform dark red pupils.
Luna really got it right, Slughorn's party really got a vampire.
Harry stretched out his hand and shook the vampire, feeling that, except for the temperature, it was no different from a normal person.
The vampire Sanguini just nodded. He was tall and thin, with deep shadows under his eyes. It seemed very boring at first, because a group of girls stood beside him curiously and excitedly, but after Harry arrived, the vampire was obviously interested, at least...
"Oh, Harry Potter, I'm so happy!" Walper stared at Harry's face with nearsighted eyes. "I was talking to Professor Slughorn not long ago, where is the biography of Harry Potter we have been looking forward to?"
"Uh," Harry said, "What? A biography?"
Harry was a little confused, and I won't talk about the biography earlier. Even the interviews in the Daily Prophet made Harry very big, and Harry didn't think there was anything worth publishing about his deeds.
Learn about Guidro Lockhart?
That was probably the most embarrassing semester Harry had ever experienced.
"Oh, yes, it's as humble as Horace described!" Vople said nonchalantly. "But seriously—"
Suddenly, the way he speaks changed; suddenly it seemed as if he was talking about business, "I'm happy to help you write this book-people are eager to know more about you, dear boy, do you know? Yes... Desire! If you agree to accept me a few interviews, only four or five hours, so that we can finish this book in a few months. And it doesn’t take much effort for you, I promise you—you You can ask Sang Gui Ni if I am right-Sang Gui Ni, come here!"
Walper suddenly became severe, and the vampire was slowly moving towards the nearby group of girls with a hungry expression on his face.
"Come here, eat a piece of pie," Walper grabbed a piece of pie from the elf and stuffed it into the hands of Sangguini, then turned his attention to Harry. "My dear child, the gold you can earn, you don't know--"
"I'm really not interested," Harry said firmly, "I saw two friends just now, I'm sorry."
He took Luna into the crowd; he had just seen a group of long brown hair disappear among the members of the two weird sisters with a plate. "Hermione! Hermione!"
"Harry! You are here, thank goodness! Hi, Luna!"
"Hey, Hermione!" Harry looked at Hermione, in a sky blue dress... Muggle style, but it was the most comfortable among everyone...
"What are you?" Harry looked at the two glasses of juice and an empty glass on the plate, wondering. "Where is Fanlin?"
"Oh, this is for him, maybe you can get two glasses, let's go over there..."
"Then what's going on with this empty glass, and why are you..." Harry thought it strange.
With his understanding of Fanlin, at this point in time, Fanlin should be honest and diligent to pack everything up for Hermione...
"Oh, he's talking to someone," Hermione said, "a vampire."
"Vampire?" Luna's eyes lit up.
"Vampire? I just saw one, following Slughorn, that's..."
"I think they are not the same people," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Actually, I don't feel very good with the one next to Professor Slughorn."
"Same." Harry shrugged, "So... talking to Fanlin..."
"It's down, Mr. Potter, it's nice to meet you. Mr. Fanlin Al and I are just discussing when you will come." A tall man suddenly appeared behind Bi Harry, and Harry suddenly There is a feeling of thorns on the back, that kind of cold breath.
"Oh, sorry, I think there have been some problems recently, and some of my abilities are still not well controlled."
"So, Rutherford, you should accept my curse honestly." Fanlin said, pouring some dragon blood into the empty cup and handing it to Rutherford.
"Oh, before that, Mr. Dumbledore had helped me." Rutherford said, "I don't think so..."
"Drink yours." Fanlin said a little bit irritably. He didn't know why for the vampire Fanlin, it was really hard to have any good feelings.
Maybe it’s because the people I met are all Tefrey or Rutherford who pretend to be thirteen. If you want to change to a vampire sister or a little loli...
Gabriel is not bad, they rolled on a bed...
Hmm... I slept for more than half a month. Of course, the main reason was that Fleur was unreliable, but in fact, the relationship between Gabriel, Fanlin and Hermione was quite good.
The five of them walked to the other side of the room and Harry picked up a few glasses of mead along the way, and when they realized that Professor Trelawney was standing there alone, it was too late.
"Hello," Luna said to Professor Trauni politely.
"Good evening, dear," Professor Trelawney said, staring at Luna laboriously.
Fanlin smelled cooking sherry again. That is Sybil's favorite taste, and since Firenze came out of the Centaur tribe, Professor Trauni's life has become more difficult.
The two masters of mysticism, the two divinations, to be precise, it was Professor Trauni who successfully showed everyone what a peer is an enemy.
And in this silent duel, it was obvious...
"I haven't seen you in class recently..."
"No, I'm taking Firenze's class this year," Luna said of course, and the girl was really outspoken.
Apparently, Sybil lost in this matchup.
"Oh, of course," Professor Trelawney was a little angry, and she smiled drunkly. "Or called Dobin. I usually call him that. You must think that Professor Dumbledore will drive away the horse when I come back to class, right? But? No... we are in class together... this is an insult, frankly, an insult. Do you know..."
Professor Trauni looked too drunk to recognize the others.
Harry and Vahlin wanted to leave here, especially Hermione. Professor Trauni made Hermione uncomfortable, and Rutherford asked.
"This is the author of the prophecy? The prophet?"
"Oh, please..." Fanlin said, "If you don't speak, no one will take you..."
"Oh, hurry up..." Harry took a long glance, and then saw Slughorn and his friends who didn't know what level were walking here.
"What you eat?"
"Eat...eat..."
Harry and Fanlin looked embarrassed and they had no choice but to turn around and join Luna, but made another mistake. They all ignored who Luna was talking to.
"Harry Potter!" Professor Trauni said in a deep and trembling tone, and she noticed him for the first time.
"Oh, hello," Harry said awkwardly.
"My dear child!" she said in a very small but far-reaching voice. "Those rumors! Those reports! The real man! Of course, I knew it a long time ago... Never a good sign, Harry... But why don't you continue to take a divination course? For you, this course. is the most important!"
"Ah, Sybil, we all think the subjects we teach are the most important!" said a loud voice, and Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trauni, his face was red and he was wearing a velvet hat. It was a little crooked, holding a glass of mead in one hand and a huge meat pie in the other.
"But I don't think I have taught such a potion genius!" Slughorn looked at Harry with but affectionate eyes. "Talent, you know—just like his mother! I have only taught a few students who have this ability. I can tell you, Siby—why even Severus—"
What frightened Fanlin was that Slughorn stretched out his arm, as if digging Snape out of the thin air.
"Stop hiding anymore, come here, Severus!" Slughorn hiccuped happily. "I'm talking about Harry's extraordinary potion-making ability! Of course you have to take some credit for it. You taught him for five years!"
Snape was unable to move by Slughorn's shoulders, squinting his eyes and looking at Harry from the hook's nose.
This makes everyone's creeps. No one has seen Professor Snape in this state. According to the human setting, Snape is definitely the member of the abstinence group. He hooked his shoulders, and Fanlin couldn't even think of it. .
"It's funny, I don't remember what I taught Potter."
"Oh, it all depends on talent!" Slughorn exclaimed. "You should see what he handed over in the first class, life and death-never seen a student doing so well on the first try, even you, Severus -"
"Really?" Snape said quietly ~EbookFREE.me~ His eyes were still fixed on Harry, which made Harry very uneasy.
The last thing he wanted to see was that Snape started investigating how his new talent in potions came from.
"Remind me which other courses you have taken, Harry?" Slughorn asked.
"Defense against the Dark Arts, spells, polymorphs, herbalism..."
"In short, do all the subjects that an Auror needs." Snape let out the slightest sneer.
"Yes, um, that's my wish," Harry said challengingly.
"And you will also be a great Auror!" Slughorn said in a loud voice.
"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," Luna said unexpectedly. Everyone looked at her. "The Auror is part of the Rotting Tooth conspiracy, I thought everyone knew it. They wanted to bring down the Ministry from the inside, through black magic and gum disease."
Everyone laughed, and Harry even choked half of the mead into his nose.
Really, this is the benefit of bringing Luna.
Luna definitely hides an incomparable Maipi's soul in Luna's beautiful skin. The ghost knows where Luna comes from so many ideas and brains.
He coughed and took away the goblet, his body was soaking wet, but he was still grinning, and he saw a scene that made him even more refreshing: Mr. Filch was pulling Draco Malfoy's Ears came towards him.
"Professor Slughorn," Filch said breathlessly, his chin trembling, and his protruding eyes gleaming crazy as he caught the naughty student. "I found this boy sneaking up in the hallway upstairs. He claimed to have been invited to your party, but was delayed on departure. Have you sent him an invitation?"
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