Chapter 517： End of the party

Ryan didn't even know that he only glared at a vampire. The cleaning of the Romanian vampire family had already been discovered, and he even scared a writer and a vampire to death. After Harry came over, the four of them hid in the corner and began to taste the food tonight.

Ryan had eaten a lot less at the previous Christmas banquet for this party tonight. Now it seems that it is totally worth it, because at this banquet he saw a lot of food that is usually very rare. For example, food made with some magical animals and magical plants as ingredients.

Just as Ryan looked curiously at a whole roasted oily mouth with a dwarf pig stuffed with roasted apples, Harry was taken away by Professor Slughorn who had suddenly appeared for display. So there were only three people left by the small table in this corner.

"I thought I could relax with Harry today." Ginny said uncomfortably after watching Harry and the fat professor crowd into the crowd.

"You just have to take care of yourself and have fun. Harry will definitely go to the Burrow during the Christmas holiday. By then you will have time to get along. So, try this mead, which seems to be caused by using special magic brews. Basically Not drunk. I think it tastes good. "Hermione picked up a wine glass filled with golden liquid and handed it to Ginny.

"Thanks." Jinni took a sip of the glass and looked at the bottle on the table. "Three brooms have been aged for 15 years? I heard that the production is not large. My father told me that such a bottle requires 7 gallons and there is no price. Professor Slughorn is really too great for this party today. Generous. "

Ryan looked at the stack of bottles piled in the corner and had to admit that Ginny said something very reasonable. It can be seen that Slughorn can draw so many relationships and is not boring not only because he is a professor or he is very capable of being a person, but he can do it at the same time when he needs to spend money.

Although everyone came here mainly for social purposes, even during this gathering, various foods were brought in from the outside. Now, for example, Ryan found that several house-elves walked into the office with silver plates holding a plate of crimson meatballs, and one of them came right to Ryan's side.

"Carla, what is this?" Ryan discovered that the house-elf knew him. He occasionally came across the cleaning room in the common room when he came out to exercise in the morning. He also found that he walked a little limp. After the beginning of this semester, Ryan and several ghosts in the school who talked about it had made great progress in alchemy. After being able to help people in need, Nick, who had no head, volunteered to introduce it as an intermediary. He and several house elves with rheumatism or old injuries found Ryan to cure the disease.

Although the main purpose of Ryan ’s treatment of house elves at the time was to be able to study the house elves and test their alchemy pharmaceutical effects, but it is also real to help the house elves cure the incurable diseases. After treating their injuries, they are very happy that they can devote themselves to labor. So Ryan naturally brushed up his reputation in the kitchen with admiration.

"Ah, respectable Mr. Ryan." Carla clearly recognized Ryan. He put the plate on the side table and bowed deeply. "This dish is Tartare Dragon Meatballs. It is a tender dish of fresh Ukrainian iron belly tenderloin chopped into small cubes, mixed with raw eggs, parsley cubes, pickled cucumber cubes, and seasoned with spices."

"So-is this raw?" Ginny asked in surprise, as Europeans, although they would not choose overcooked meat or fish in the choice of meat, they did not like raw food like Japanese people. So when I heard that the meatballs were raw, the two ladies seemed a little discouraged.

"Yes." Kara said in a sharp tone peculiar to the house-elves. "And the taste of this dish is very heavy. I just saw a person over there who was covering his nose when talking to others after eating. If you guys If you want to communicate with people for a while, this dish may not be suitable. "After he finished speaking, he bowed again and then quit the office with other house elves.

"Isn't it suitable to talk to someone after eating?" Just after the house elf left, Harry ran out of Slughorn again. After hearing the introduction of the house elf, he began to put meatballs in his mouth. It seems that he was really tired of being pulled around.

"Potter? Why are you hiding here? Slughorn is looking for you over there. By the way, this dish looks good." Comack McLaggen, who had been following Slughorn before As he walked over, he was well-dressed and brushed his Malfoy's big back, and looked like a fish in such a social situation.

He went to the plate and began to eat meatballs, and at the same time asked vaguely: "Do you know what we eat? The house elf said that the ingredients in this dish are very precious."

"Dragonball" Harry said calmly. After listening to Harry's words, Comac froze in place, chewed twice subconsciously, and then suddenly turned and bent to spit out. As a result, Slughorn just happened to be on the other side of the table looking for Harry to say something. His face was red, his velvet hat was a little crooked, he had mead in one hand and Snape in the other. Comac did not see them at all, turned his head and vomited and just spit Snape pants.

At first Comac hadn't discovered this, but when he spit out and slowly straightened his waist, he looked at the familiar dress in front of him, and the whole person was stiff like a plank.

"Very well, you won a month's confinement for yourself, McLaggen." After Snape ignored it, McLaggen turned to look at Harry, "I listen to Slug Professor Horn said an interesting joke, he said that you learned a lot from my class and made you a potion genius. But I do n’t think I taught you anything? "

"Then he inherited her mother's talent." Slughorn said. "I remember Lily back then--"

But he hadn't finished talking yet ~ www.novelhall.com ~ There was a little confusion at the door, and then Draco Malfoy was approached by Filch's ear by the ear.

"Professor Slughorn," Filch said whimperingly. The flesh on his chin was shaking. "I found this boy hiding in the hallway upstairs. It was against the discipline. Because the principal said before without permission No messing around at night, so I want to ask if you sent him an invitation? "

"No, is that all right?" Malfoy looked angrily and flicked Filch's arm. "I did violate the school rules, is that enough?"

"It doesn't matter, Argus, it doesn't matter," Slughorn waved and said, "Christmas, it's not a sin to want to attend the party. Just forget it this time, not an example. Draco, you can stay."

Malfoy immediately sorted out a smiley face to thank Slughorn for his generosity, and at the same time they talked about Malfoy's grandfather. But Ryan found Malfoy looked terribly mental, as if he had raided all night long before the final exam.

"I have something to tell you, Draco." Snape said suddenly.

"Oh, Severus," Slughorn said, burping again, "Christmas, don't be too harsh on the children—"

"I'm his dean, and it's up to me to decide whether to be strict or not." Snape said briefly, "Come with me, Draco."

"I'm going to the bathroom." Watching Snape go away, Harry also made an excuse to squeeze out. But this time he went to the bathroom long enough, they didn't wait until Harry came back at the end of the whole party. Fortunately, when they returned to the common room collectively, they learned from the fat lady at the door that Harry had returned safely. Otherwise, Ginny will definitely sleep nervously tonight.