Chapter 1027

Slughorn's club is, to be fair, pretty good. He is always able to invite some successful people and bring some insight and experience to the students.

His former prowess had made a name for himself in wizarding society, and it was a good thing that successful people from all walks of life would be happy to return to Hogwarts to give their younger students a long time to learn more, and to be able to maintain a relationship with the old professor, and the food and wine that Slughorn had prepared for the evening feast.

But alas, it was when the situation was calm.

Slughorn's truly famous students were all on the verge of exhaustion at this point. The Ministry of Magic has been working overtime every day lately, and a few of the people who have infiltrated the Wizengamot have endless meetings. These "important people" would not have come to Hogwarts at all.

But it's not that difficult, and Slughorn always finds guests when he wants to find them. For example, calling a few Quidditch players over worked well, and the students were as enthusiastic about the sport as they were when they were in school, and they didn't worry about getting cold at all.

But there was a problem, the absence of a heavyweight guest at the dinner was a failure in Slughorn's eyes. He's trying to save his own precarious night. 23 So once again he made Solim and Syrnana his targets.

The Selwyn siblings hadn't attended a club party since the last incident, and Slughorn had resisted several times when he wanted to speak, but he really didn't have the face to say it. People came to your party, and it turned out that the party was full of yin potions and doorkeys, and the face of Slughorn, the host of the party, was swollen.

After much deliberation, Slughorn decided to test Solim's attitude again. The old man saw very well that if he could bring in Solim, then Sylna would come too.

The next day's Potions class was a rare class attended by the sixth and seventh grades. The sixth-graders had to complete the all-purpose antidote, while Solim, the seventh-graders, continued to perfect their polyjuice potion in the corner of the classroom without saying a word.

After explaining the precautions to the sixth-graders in the first five minutes, Slughorn began to wander around the classroom with a big belly, and swayed behind Solim.

Solim was removing the mouthparts of the last locust, and he knew that there was someone standing behind him, but he wasn't distracted in the slightest.

Slughorn was not in a hurry to speak, and it was not too late to wait for Solim to finish the work in hand, anyway, it was class time, and there was no need to worry about this kid turning his head and running.

Placing the four processed locusts into the crucible, and when the stirring rod began to work, Solim turned around.

"Professor, what's the matter?" Solim knew in his heart that it was probably Slughorn who didn't give up, and was ready to drag himself to the dinner party.

Now Solim is not going to live in school at night, with Phoenix here, he can go back to the manor every night and come to class early the next morning. His relationship with Elena has been progressing lately, and he is willing to waste his time at Slughorn's banquet.

"Listen to me, son. The old professor couldn't help rubbing his hands and said in a low voice: "This is a banquet that is different from the past, it is not used to deepen the relationship, but an evening meeting for communication." "

Solim looked at Slughorn strangely, "deepening relationships" and "communicating" meant the same thing in the specific context of the banquet.

"No, not what you think. The old professor hurriedly explained: "It's not about those irrelevant lace news, but about the current situation and how it will develop in the real sense." "

Slughorn's face was a little ugly as he said this, and he lowered his voice.

"The students who were able to come to the banquet were good boys, and last year ...... The students who stood out during the invasion of Hogwarts last year came, and they were all good, but because of their ...... and other reasons, causing their horizons to be too narrow. The way they look at the situation is very problematic, which is not a good sign. "

"So what do you want me to do, Professor?" Solim said softly, "Give them a lesson?"

"Of course not. "

"With all due respect, Professor. Solim sighed, "Maybe you have a good idea, but it doesn't help my classmates much. "

"How so?" the old professor's eyes widened, "Look at me, I'm a professor at Hogwarts, and I'm close to all the faculty and staff. I heard about what happened on the eighth floor last year, and you stopped ......."

"Professor, are you talking about those students you used to be?" (read violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Slughorn's lips trembled a little, as if he wanted to say something, but Solim waited for a long time but couldn't. Yes, he did it on purpose.

The Death Eaters who were killed on the eighth floor of Hogwarts last year were all but Fenrir. Outside of Greyback, all of them were former students of Slughorn.

His own students attacked Hogwarts and died there, which was quite a tangled matter for a professor.

"Rude, Professor. Solim pulled out an apologetic smile.

"In my opinion, the vast majority of my peers are not qualified to be part of the current situation, all they can do is be a good spectator. Because the next step wasn't like the one I had with the Death Eaters. Your willingness to do something for us, the juniors, is commendable, but I really wouldn't recommend them getting involved. "[]

"They are too weak, and in front of the enemy they are not much different from ordinary people who can't do magic. Solim shrugged, "I'm just telling the truth, I can't help them even if I go to the banquet." "

"But your experience is exactly what those students need. "

"My experience?" Solim frowned, "I don't think my experience will help them." "

Slughoo 627 looked a little disappointed.

"Well, maybe I'm taking it for granted. The old professor sighed, "Actually, I originally thought it would be ...... You know, after you've done so much for Albus, I thought you ......"

"Headmaster?" Solim seemed to ponder, "yes, I see. Did Professor Dumbledore suggest that you invited me to the banquet?"

Slughorn waved his hand, "He just said that the Selwyn kids can help you with this, I've been having a lot of trouble lately, and you know, my club hasn't been active for a long time, especially since the horrible invasion last year." "

Dumbledore's suggestion...... Solim really needs to think it through.

Solim knew that he and Dumbledore hadn't spoken in a long time. What is he trying to do in this situation? Or rather, what is he trying to get from himself?

"Will the headmaster go that night?"

"Of course, Albus should go. If I had invited him, he would have said yes. Slughorn's fat face smiled, and he knew he had succeeded.

"Is it still the same old rule?" Solim looked at him, "bring your own female companion?"

Of course, this rule has not changed. The old professor obviously knew what Solim was trying to say.

He smiled and said, "I will open the pass, and you can bring Lady Selwyn with you when the time comes." "。