Harry Potter's Bastard

Naturally, the place where Slughorn held the evening party could not be placed in the basement. He asked the house-elves at Hogwarts to set up an empty classroom.

"It's a lot more than a potions classroom. Sylna was talking to Solim about the evening on the way, "Slughorn would invite some people from outside the school to talk to the students...... Old-fashioned past. "

"Ah, that's exactly what I'm worried about. Solim thought to himself, he had always been extremely wary of the outsiders that Slughorn had invited, because if there were people who were going to do something at the evening, the identities of those outsiders would be a good cover.

When Solim and the others reached the foyer, they found that it was like a dance party from the previous Triwizard Tournament. There are people everywhere, and there are mostly girls, and more importantly, they are dressed up one by one.

"Oh my god, what are they doing here?" Draco was a little dumbfounded, "I guess Slughorn didn't invite that many people, right?"

"They're all looking for opportunities. "For example, if you see someone with an invitation but no companions, they want to take the opportunity to attend the evening. "

Solim took a general look, don't get me wrong, he didn't take the opportunity to feast his eyes, but observed the age of these students. Sure enough, most of the students were seniors. Solim dared say that they must have wanted to get into the party first, and then get close to Slughorn, and even wanted Slughorn's help - for example, a letter of recommendation.

Outside the hallway, Solim meets Harry and his party: Harry with Ron, Hermione with Ginny, and Neville with Susan. Looking at the bow tie on Harry's shirt, Solim twitched the corners of his mouth. They all looked pretty decent, except for Ron and Neville.

These two guys didn't have a good outfit, and Ron, needless to say, didn't continue to wear the same gown he wore during the last Triwizard Tournament. Neville was too strong to wear the suit he had prepared, and the two unlucky guys came in their usual school robes - and there were no less strange looks along the way.

"Alright, don't stand at the door. "

When the people on both sides had almost finished looking at each other, Solim said, "Let's go in and find a place to sit." "

Harry agreed with Solim's words, and if he could, he wanted to find a corner where no one else would ever notice and sit until the end of the evening.

The ceiling and walls of this well-groomed classroom are draped in emerald green, crimson and gold, making it look like a large tent. The room was crowded and stuffy, illuminated red by a golden lamp hanging in the center of the ceiling. The elves in the lamps are flickering, and each elf is a bright point of light. In the distance, a loud singing voice sounded like a mandolin accompaniment. A few chattering pipes were covered in a thick mist, and some house-elves creaked through the jungle of calves, holding heavy silver plates, covering them all in such a way that they looked like small moving tables.

Solim dared to say, Slughorn's eyes kept on the doorway. As soon as he entered, he heard his loud voice:

"Solim!Harry, look, this is our star of the night!" Slughorn struggled through the obstacles with a big belly.

"Come in, come in, there are so many people for you to meet!"

Slughorn wears a velvet hat with tassels that matches his smoking shirt. Without saying a word, he dragged Solim and Harry into the crowd one by one.

"Meet Held. Whople, my former student, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Among Vampires – and, of course, his friend Bloodni. "

Wople was a small, bespectacled man who never looked away from Harry. The vampire Bloodnie was tall and thin, with thick dark circles under his eyes, and he looked impatient, and a group of girls stood next to him, chattering curiously and excitedly.

"Harry. I'm so happy, Potter!" Wauple said, glaring at Harry's face with short-sighted eyes, "I told Professor Slughorn the other day, where is the Harry Potter Biography that we've all been waiting for?"

Harry was visibly confused.

However, instead of sympathizing with Harry beside him, Solim stared at the vampire named Bloodnie like those chirping girls.

It's a vampire - Solim is one hundred percent sure of that. He had seen it when he was still a school in Scoler, and only a school like Sculler had the ability to produce living samples of all kinds of creatures. Solim had even seen a leopard there—dead, of course.

There are two theories about the origin of vampires: one is a curse, and this curse can be transmitted. Another theory is due to the immaturity of the magic transformation technology in the early years. But in any case, vampires are a type of human being, at least in appearance, but they are still dangerous.

"Ah, Professor, I saw a friend. I'll go over and say hi to him first. Solim pretended to look at it, left Harry here without any sense, and hurriedly left Slughorn.

"Of course, please feel free, my child, and I hope you have a good time tonight. "

Maybe Slughorn thinks Solim can't escape from here, he can find Solim if he wants to, or maybe maybe his current target is Harry, anyway, Solim ignores Harry's eyes for help, giving Harry a desperate back of the head.

Solim scanned the room quickly, hoping to find a more secluded corner, but he failed, there were no "corners" or "secluded corners", it was full of people walking around with cups, and the few tables were full of people.

However, after looking around, Solim was not without gain, and he saw several familiar faces: Professor Trelawney was sitting at a table drinking in a daze, and many girls interested in divination were surrounding her, and Snape was still dressed in black robes, blending in with the curtains around the room, and Solim thought that his place was good, at least there were fewer people. I don't know if it's because there are fewer people there, so Snape is there, or because Snape is there, there are fewer people next to him.

Regardless, Solim decided to stand there. Standing in the crowd made him extremely uncomfortable. _

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