v2 Chapter 1343： Slug club

Inside the box, a huge round table was changed and everyone sat around the table.

"It’s great to see you, too.” Slughorn said enthusiastically, his eyes crossed over the faces of several people. "So, you must be Mr. Longbottom? Ah, that The lovely lady must be Elaine, the descendant of the Slytherin family, you can be very honored. You know, I graduated from Slytherin College and used to be the dean of this college. I like this college. I also admire your ancestor Salazar Slytherin..."

Under his gaze, Neville nodded and seemed to be frightened.

Elaine looked up at Slughorn and said, "I am currently in Gryffindor."

"That's the loss of Slytherin College, isn't it?" Slughorn said with regret, not at all because of Elaine's answer.

He made a gesture, indicating that they were sitting in only five empty positions.

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

More than half of them are from Slytherin College. I don’t know what was being seen by Slughorn. They tried to move their chairs and quietly away from Ai Wen and their five, and the only one who was approaching was Ginny. Being squeezed into the corner beside Slughorn, I don’t seem to know why I was here.

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted, instructing her to come over.

"Hey, you all know, aren't you?" Slughorn said happily. "This charming young lady just told me that she knows you a few, so I invited her too. Well, I need to give you. Introduce it? This is Bryce Sabini, Harry, he is a grade with you, you must know."

Shabini did not express his understanding or say hello.

Evan, Harry, and Neville also had no reaction. Hermione, Elaine, and Ginny whispered something together and didn’t even listen to Slughorn’s introduction. Of course they knew that Shabini was Who, but no matter which position they say, they don't want to deal with each other.

This tall black boy is a student at Slytherin College, and the relationship with Malfoy seems to be very good.

Although not a member of his small team, he had never had to fight with Gryffindor in previous years.

Moreover, to a certain extent, Sabini is famous in the school.

His fame comes from his famous mother, his mother is a real version of the black widow.

Mrs. Chabini is a very beautiful and famous witch. She often wears newspapers and magazines. She dresses and leads the trend of the magic world. But what makes people more talk about her private life, she married seven husbands. Every husband dies very quickly and leaves a large legacy.

Despite this, there are still many wealthy wizards who are willing to marry her.

Although she is no longer young, there have been so many marriages, with a child, and there are so many terrible rumors, but she still attracts many moth-like sorcerers like the flames in the dark.

When I saw Shabini, I remembered all the rumors about his mother, but I woke up to Ai Wen.

The real black widow, the famous black witch Natalya, the high-ranking member of the Raven's Claw, this guy's trail has always been a secret, she does not seem to know that her last husband was killed by Ai Wen, if I know, there is no reason not to come to Revenge for Ai Wen, or to look for opportunities...

This black wizard hidden in the dark is the real headache.

Counting the Egyptian sun ruins this time, Ai Wen has been destroying the Raven's claws twice in a row, and they must now hate Ai Wen.

Also, Sirius set out to go to France and Italy against the claws of the Ravens, and did not know how it progressed.

Since he left the UK in early August, he has never written a letter back...

"This is Commack McLaggen, and this one..." Slughorn said each one once and said, "Okay, it’s so enjoyable, let’s have lunch, you guys. Definitely hungry, we can't spend all our time on the introduction. Relax, kids, don't be so nervous, this is just a chance to learn more about you all. Give, take a napkin. My lunch is myself With it, I remember that the taste of the licorice wand on the dining car is always too heavy, a poor elderly person, his digestive system can not stand these things, they all do it... Come and see, Bell ratio?"

Marcos Belby is a thin, nervous boy who looks as nervous as Neville.

Hearing the words of Slughorn, he was obviously taken aback and hurriedly lifted the plate in front of him to accept something like a half cold.

"I was just telling this young Marcos that I had the privilege of teaching his uncle Damocles." Slughorn said to Evan and Harry, who was passing a basket of bread rolls. "It's great. The wizard is very good, his Merlin medal is absolutely well deserved. Yes, you often see your uncle, Marcos?"

Unfortunately, Marcos just took a big sip.

He was anxious to answer the question of Slughorn, swallowing too fast, his face turned into a pig liver color, and he couldn't speak.

"An Cough." Slughorn pointed to Belby with his wand and said calmly.

In a blink of an eye, Bellby’s trachea seems to be unobstructed at once.

"No, I don't see him very much." Bellby gasped and said that his tears had come out.

"Yeah, of course, I dare say he must be very busy." Slughorn asked with an inquiring look at Belby. "I think he had to put a lot of effort into inventing the wolf poison."

"I think so..." Belby said that before he was sure that Slughorn would end his interrogation, he didn't seem to dare to eat any more. "Well, it must be, but he and my father don't." Great, so I don't really know..."

Poor guy, he shouldn’t say that in front of Slughorn.

Sure enough, Bellby had not finished, and the voice went down.

Because Slughorn sneered at him, he ignored him and turned to Commack McLaggan next to him.

Ai Wen snorted, which is the main reason why he doesn't like Slughorn.

He handed the bread roll to Hermione, or just finished eating and leaving.

He didn't want to spend the entire afternoon here, accepting the irrelevant questioning of Slughorn.

However, to be honest, Slughorn's food is indeed much better than the one offered on the train.

The only person who was dissatisfied with the food on the table was Elaine, who frowned at these things, apparently not in line with her taste.