"Yeah." Kyle turned sideways, preparing to let Harry come in first.

"No need." Harry said, and he took out two rolls of parchment with purple ribbons and his name on them.

"What's this?"

"The invitation," Harry said, "was sent by a third-year girl, but she couldn't find you, so I was wondering if I could be of help.

"Neville, this is yours." Harry handed over the other two rolls of parchment.

There is only a very brief sentence in the parchment roll:

Kyle:

I very much hope you can have lunch with me in Box C.

Yours faithfully

Professor H.E.F Slughorn.

…

"Remember?" Harry said, "This is the man Dumbledore took us to visit, and he was on the train.

"It's rare... I mean, very few professors take the train to school, except for Lupin before... But this Professor Slughorn doesn't seem to be short of money, does he?

"

"Lupine will be sad to hear this," Kyle said.

Harry was a little embarrassed, but this was a fact. For such a long time, only Lupine, who was short of money, would take the train to school.

"Are you going?" Harry asked.

To be honest, Kyle didn't want to go, but Slughorn was a professor after all, and he sent the invitation letter, so it would be inappropriate not to go.

Kyle rubbed his forehead. If he had known that Kangna was not on the train, he should have directly apparated to Hogsmeade.

"Forget it, just think of it as killing time." Kyle walked out of the car.

Neville followed suit.

"Who is Slughorn?" he asked.

"The new teacher," Harry said, "He used to work at Hogwarts, but then he retired. This time he is back to his old job."

There were many people in the aisle, including students waiting for meals to be delivered. When they arrived at Car No. C, Harry discovered that Slughorn not only invited them.

Carriage C is second only to Carriage B where the prefects are, and is reserved for teachers. It is very spacious, almost as big as three ordinary carriages.

But at this time, the place was full of people.

"Harry, Kyle." When they opened the door, Slughorn jumped up.

He seemed to have dressed up specially today, with a large silver beard neatly gleaming in the sun like the gold buttons on his vest.

“It’s such a huge surprise that you all came together!

"This is Mr. Neville Longbottom, hello."

Neville nodded stiffly. He still didn't understand what was going on. He just followed Kyle's example and sat on the nearest empty seat.

I don’t know why, but since Kyle came in, the atmosphere here has become a little strange, or maybe some Slytherin students have behaved a little strangely.

They either lowered their heads or gathered together to whisper, but when Kyle looked over, they immediately pretended as if nothing happened.

In fact, this is a very normal thing. Since Kyle gave Montague a small lesson last school year, most Slytherins would choose to keep a distance from him.

Especially during this holiday season, Kyle has caused a lot of trouble for most of their parents.

"Everyone is here." Slughorn said happily, "Let me introduce to you. This is Brace Sabine."

He casually pointed to a boy next to him, "You must know Harry, you are in the same grade."

Both Harry and Shabini acted as if they had not heard anything and had no reaction: Generally speaking, Gryffindor and Slytherin hate each other, and wherever they are, they will always

Full of gunpowder smell.

Now it's kind of polite not to start a fight on the spot.

Slughorn continued to introduce the others.

"This is Cormac McLagan, Kyle, he is in the same grade as you..."

"Kyle, nice to see you here." Michaela raised his hand and greeted him formally.

Kyle nodded.

"Max Belby, also in seventh grade..."

Unlike the tension between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hufflepuff is still quite popular...at least when Slughorn introduced others to Kyle, everyone was very enthusiastic.

"Well, that's delightful..."

After the tedious introduction, Slughorn said with satisfaction, "An opportunity to get to know you better. Everyone, take a napkin and try this."

He waved his magic wand, and a plate of pheasant meat was immediately in front of everyone.

The long-haired pheasant is a magical animal unique to the Appalachian Mountains. It has no special abilities except running fast, but its meat is delicious.

Kyle is not surprised that Slughorn can get this thing...but it is probably not cooked by the house elf, but by himself.

What do you think of the smell... It's like throwing a flat, round stone directly into the water without even a single blip.

Slughorn should apologize to Pheasant.

And while everyone was eating, Slughorn kept asking various questions.

"Marcus, have you seen your uncle Damocles recently? I had the honor of teaching him back then."

"Cormac, I happen to know that you often see your uncle Tiberus, and he also mentioned you to me before..."

"Shabini, how is your mother? It's been two years since we last met, but I still can't forget the orange pie she made."

It was said to be a chat, but Slughorn's tone was more like an interrogation. Everyone was frightened.

And Kyle also noticed that Slughorn lost interest in Belby when he accidentally said that his relationship with his uncle was not good.

Even when dividing the pie, he was omitted intentionally or unintentionally.

But instead of being angry, Belby was much more relaxed. After noticing Kyle's gaze, he blinked, showing an expression of relief.

"Have you noticed?" Harry leaned next to Kyle and whispered: "This Slughorn always mentions one of their relatives."

"What you said is wrong." Kyle shook his head slightly, "It should be said that it is because of these relatives that they were invited."

"That's not..." Harry opened his mouth, but still didn't say the word 'snobbish'.

"Just like you thought." Kyle said.

Harry took another look at Slughorn, who was handing out Patins, and his impression of him dropped a bit.

Of course, he didn't like it, but he was still a professor after all. Harry didn't show it, but deep down he wanted to end this lunch as soon as possible.

Instead of wasting time here, he would rather chat with Ron or make up another homework.

The same goes for Neville. Slughorn always mentioned his parents, which made Neville feel anxious.

"Now……"

Twenty minutes later, Slughorn stood up and said solemnly: "Let me introduce two other people to you.

"Harry Potter, people now call him the 'Savior Star'. Yes, after that terrible night more than ten years ago, this title has accompanied him... Some people say that you must have extraordinary power..."

There was a faint snort coming from the box.

Harry felt as if someone had slapped him hard twice, and his face must have turned red.

Fortunately, Slughorn quickly changed his target.

"And Kyle..." Slughorn placed the largest piece of pudding in front of Kyle.

"Your father and I are good friends. When I was teaching him, I already predicted that he would do something great in the future. This is exactly what happened. He became the youngest Director of the Ministry of Magic.

"But what I didn't expect was that his son was actually even better than him."

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor." Kyle said calmly, he now wanted to apparate to Hogsmeade even more.

…
Chapter completed!