All things are three at Hogwarts

"Ouch, it's already late at night before you know it, and it's almost curfew time. You'd better go back quickly." After Slughorn finished drinking the last sip of wine in the glass, he glanced at the man next to him. A Sand Funnel, "I had a great time at the dinner party today."

Everyone stood up and prepared to leave.

Slughorn stretched out his hand to Allen and Hermione: "Professor Harris, Miss Granger, thank you again for coming." Then he turned to the others, "McLaggen, Harry, Bray Si, you are welcome to come over at any time. The same goes for you, Miss." He winked at Ginny, "Okay, you go, go quickly, or I will be deducted points and there is nothing I can do about it."

Draco took Shabini and left the room first, and the others gradually left. Alan asked Hermione to go back to the Gryffindor dormitory first. Instead of walking out of the door directly, he walked towards Slughorn. go.

"Professor Harris, do you have anything else?" Slughorn was buttoning his suit, which made his big belly look a little prominent and made him a little worried about what would happen if the other party was really interested in joining his club. deal with.

"Professor Slughorn, it's like this. You know I established a training class when I was in my third grade. In fact, it is not just a cram school, but an organization similar to your slug club. Each other is preparing for graduation. In the end, we can help each other and make it easier for ourselves to gain a foothold in the wizarding world. After several years of development, our members have achieved some success, and with their network, they have also invited some wizards who have long been famous in various walks of life to join them. It doesn't count as joining the Harris family itself, it just allows us to establish good interpersonal relationships with each other... although I have to admit that some of them really choose to join my family." Allen's slightly mischievous and joking eyes flashed, He smiled gently at the confused Potions Professor, "I wonder if Professor Slughorn is interested in joining my Omniscient Club. It is an honor for my club to have a Potions Master like you join me. I will definitely Put your photo prominently on my photo shelf.”

"Huh?" Professor Slughorn's throat twitched. He was a little stunned by this sudden and unexpected reverse invitation. He loosened his bow tie and tried to understand Allen's words again, and he was sure. Having invited others to join him and build a club for decades, he was indeed invited by Allen to join his club...

Horace Slughorn, who just learned that Allen's training class had such a purpose, became more uneasy. The other party would definitely not establish this kind of organization just to make himself the core like himself. Introduce celebrities to each other, plan connections between members, build some good connections, and get some rewards such as free Quidditch tickets or a box of his favorite candied pineapples. The young professor in front of him Clearly has greater ambitions.

But how to tactfully refuse such a face-to-face invitation without hurting the other person's dignity is an art of speaking. Slughorn thought that after all, he had already refused the official invitation of the other party's umbrella company, which made him usually difficult in language. He was very talented and was in a dilemma at this time.

After pondering for a while, Slughorn tentatively smiled at Allen: "Professor Harris, please allow me to think about it for a while. You know that I am old. If it weren't for Dumbledore's invitation, I would have continued on." I am looking forward to my retirement life. I don’t know if I will still have the energy to participate in these activities after this teaching career is over, so please allow me to think about it for a while..."

"Of course, no problem. My invitation is indeed a bit abrupt, but Professor Slughorn, I think before you think about it carefully, our two clubs can actually hold some banquets like today to introduce members to each other. Thus establishing a good cooperative relationship can also take the opportunity to expand each other's contacts, right?" Allen also smiled back at Slughorn, "As for what the members need from each other, let them each other. Just contact them yourself, we just kindly provide them with a good platform, and the rest doesn’t matter to us..."

Slughorn realized that Allen's target was not actually him, but the celebrities in his slug club, which made him relieved, just like what the other party finally hinted, even if something happened later , it’s no wonder that he was just a contact person on the platform, but he didn’t personally participate, and this could indeed expand his own network.

Understanding that the other party's first invitation was just a stepping stone, Slughorn, who found that he could not refuse the other party again, cleared his throat: "That is indeed a good thing... I will write to make arrangements, Professor Harris, how about making arrangements during the Christmas vacation?" Like? Then everyone will have more time..."

The only thing that the Potions Professor is a little troubled about now is that he is afraid that this decision will be like the Horcrux knowledge he told Tom Riddle before. Even if he has no responsibility on the surface, what he understands and has always been guilty of is that he thinks It was himself who created the second generation of the Dark Lord. His soul was split too many times, turning that handsome and sensible boy into a monster with disorderly behavior.

"That's a good choice. Then I'll just wait for the good news. Let's agree on a specific time before the holidays. Goodbye, Professor Slughorn." Allen nodded with satisfaction, and Slughorn personally sent him out. Just when he was about to close the door, Allen turned around and pressed his chin inside the door, "Professor Slughorn, Harry is still inside. He has been waiting for our conversation to end for a long time. Maybe you can let him go later." You have to get a certificate for him when you go back, otherwise Ms. Skillful will definitely think that he violated the curfew if caught..."

Slughorn turned around in shock after hearing this, and found that Harry was still in the room. His mind was immersed in his conversation with Alan Harris just now, and he did not notice that there was anyone else in the room.

"Sorry, Professor, I was just admiring the hourglass." Harry turned around and pointed to a green one on the table on the other side, with four small crystal clear snakes climbing on it. The four snakes were two on top and two on each side. Above the hourglass made of drop-shaped crystals, their tails connected. Harry was also in a daze. Even though he had met Alan before the first grade, he always kept discovering another side of him. Their conversation just now made Harry feel it personally. Here comes the other side of how wizards from pure-blood families run their families.

"Oh, yes." Slughorn let his emotions return to normal, and then walked over, "Interesting gadget, the speed of sand falling is related to the quality of the conversation. If the conversation is interesting, the sand will Just fall slowly. If you are bored..."

"I think I should go," Harry said, watching the sand fall.

"Nonsense, what do you have to be afraid of?" Slughorn patted him on the shoulder, "As for some of your classmates, let's put it this way, they can't stand up to me."

"What kind of professor?"

Slughorn led Harry slowly towards one of his display stands, "Those aspiring students want to go there."

The shelf standing next to the wall had various photo frames on it, both square and round, of different sizes. Harry discovered that they were actually the famous wizards he and Dumbledore had seen when they went to invite each other, haha. Leigh's mother, Lily Evans-Potter, is also up there.

"But then again, you are already a person, aren't you? Harry." Slughorn complimented. One of the main purposes of his willingness to come to Hogwarts to teach again is besides considering his own safety. I also want the photos of Harry Potter to be put on this shelf.

Harry looked at the photos of these outstanding wizards and thought about what Dumbledore had told him. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Has Voldemort ever tried this, Professor?"

Slughorn looked horrified at the name, his eyes widened, and he froze for a moment.

"You know him, right? Tom Riddle, you taught him." Harry asked without giving up.

"He had many teachers at Hogwarts," Slughorn replied lightly.

"What was he like back then?" Harry continued to ask, but Slughorn seemed to be immersed in memories and did not answer him. "Sorry Professor, please forgive me for asking, he killed my parents." Harry tried to ease Slughorn's wariness.

"Oh, of course," Slughorn raised his eyelids as if he had woken up from a dream, "It's understandable that you want to know more." He swallowed, "But I'm afraid I'm going to let you down, Harry. When I met him once, he was smart but quiet, and wanted to become a first-class wizard. In his youth, Tom Riddle was studious, handsome, and influential in the school as the head boy. The polite Riddle He was very good at pleasing people. Both professors and students liked him. He was so good that he was almost perfect. If you saw Riddle at that time, you would never compare him with the evil and mysterious man who would bring infinite fear to people in the future. Connected together. The feeling of the outstanding male student council president is completely different from when he becomes a mysterious person in the future, but it is somewhat like the current one..."

Slughorn suddenly stopped talking. He realized that he almost said what he was worried about just now. Tom Riddle, who had not made a Horcrux at that time, was very much like Alan Harris now. They are all excellent and almost perfect wizards and role models in Hogwarts. They are loved by professors and classmates, and their behavior is impeccable...

Slughorn suddenly turned around and looked at Harry, "It's not much different from other students I know. In fact, it's not much different from you." He raised his brows, "To be honest, it's not that different. , he also hid it very deeply.”

At this time, on the table, the sand grains in the hourglass wrapped by four snakes were sliding very fast.