Professor, please pay the debt

The weather outside the car window fluctuates from sunny to cloudy, as it has all summer.Just after driving through the cold fog, there was a clear but faint sunlight. When the sunlight outside the window was almost high in the sky, Ron and Hermione finally walked into the car.

"I wish the food delivery truck would come over quickly, I'm starving." Ron said helplessly, sitting down next to Harry and rubbing his stomach, "Guess what? Malfoy didn't go on duty as a prefect .He was just sitting in the carriage with the rest of the Slytherins, we saw as we passed by."

"Maybe he still likes the special investigation team. Umbridge allows them to deduct points from his classmates without any scruples, but as a prefect, he has to take the lead in observing discipline, which is a kind of restraint for him." Hermione said.

"Malfoy's father has been imprisoned in Azkaban. He is probably not in the mood to enjoy the glory of the prefect now. I think it is a good reason for him to evade the duties of the prefect." Harry said.

"Oh, yeah, everyone knows his dad is a Death Eater now, what face does he have to show off in school, if he has any self-knowledge, he should voluntarily resign from his post as prefect and quit Quidditch If you see us in the future, you will go around and apologize to us—for the things that offended us a few years ago.”

Ron talked more and more vigorously. They had been at odds with Malfoy in the past few years, and now they could find a chance for revenge.

"That's impossible, Snape won't agree." Luna's light words poured on Ron's head like a basin of cold water, bringing his feverish anguish back to normal temperature.

Ron was so shocked that his expression looked like he had eaten a strange-flavored bean that smelled like booger.

Speaking of Snape...

Harry suddenly remembered what happened in Spider's End, in the dark alley...the faint scent of medicine on Snape's body...and his cold and sweet lips...

That kiss couldn't be completed, Snape was too presumptuous to refuse his master, and he must be forced to submit obediently next time!

"If you're hungry, you can eat. Mom brought you lunch too..." Ron stared at him and said, "Don't make such an expression again, I'm going to pity you."

"What expression do I have?" Harry asked inexplicably.

Hermione didn't understand either, "Harry's expression is normal, I didn't see anything, you think there's something wrong with him, Ron."

Ron was picking up the travel bag on the salute rack, and he said without looking back, "Like someone who has been hungry for three days."

But Neville said, "No, Harry doesn't look like he's been hungry for three days. He seems to have eaten mango pudding after three days of starvation. Oh, mango pudding is my favorite."

Luna said: "I prefer strawberry pudding, and it would be even better with a layer of frosting on top."

Obviously Luna missed the point of the question.

"Ron, what kind of expression do I have, please describe it carefully and use words as accurately as possible, I want to know..."

What do I look like when I think of Snape?

Is it hatred?Maybe it's appreciation, maybe it's lust...

Harry wanted to find out, but Ron wasn't interested at all. He took a lunch box out of his travel bag, opened the lid and sniffed it, and began to complain, "Mum made me a beef sandwich again, and she always forgets about me." I don't like beef, I have reminded her many times..."

"What expression do I have?"

Harry hadn't given up yet, it was a pity he had been ignored, and everyone seemed to think it was an irrelevant question.

"Stop complaining, Ron, Mrs. Weasley's in a bad mood, she's been on edge all summer, and that big clock in your house—

Each pointer represents a family member, and they always point to the danger of life. Think about it, she looks at this situation every day, how can she care about your taste. said Hermione.

"I think this summer vacation is going to be difficult for everyone. People are missing every day. I can understand Mrs. Weasley's feelings. My grandma prepared mango pudding for me. Let's eat it instead," Neville said.

"Your expression is normal, Harry, but if you continue to entangle, there will be a harassment horse taking the opportunity to invade your brain, and then you will really be abnormal."

Luna's focus is always different from others.

At this time, the door of the carriage was opened again, and a panting third-grade girl walked in.

"I've come to give these to Neville Longbottom and Haribo-Potter," she stammered, flushing with shame as soon as her eyes met Harry's.

She handed over two rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons.Harry and Neville doubtfully took the scrolls with their respective names on them, and the girl stumbled out of the carriage.

"What?" Ron asked, watching Harry unroll the scroll.

"An invitation," said Harry.

Harry:

I would be very happy if you could have lunch with me in carriage C.

Faithful HEF Professor Slughorn.

"Who is Professor Slughorn?" Neville asked, looking at his invitation in bewilderment.

"New teacher," said Harry, "seems we've got to go, don't we?"

"But why did he ask me?" Neville asked uneasily, as if he was going to be sent to solitary confinement.

"Maybe he's heard about the Hall of Prophecy, the six of us are famous this summer—I mean the people who fought in the Hall of Prophecy..." Harry said.

"He invited us because we were famous?" Neville was still uneasy, he couldn't figure out the connection between being famous and being invited by the Professor.

"Oh, look at my memory, I forgot to tell you about Professor Slughorn..."

Harry was seriously thinking about the possibility of suffering from senile amnesia. After all, the Dark Lord was already 60 years old. According to the Muggle algorithm, he should be considered an elderly person.

"You know him? Oh, I mean the professor." Ron asked as he ate his sandwich.

"Ron! Can't you wait for a while? Listen to Harry before eating. You eat and talk while talking, and the beef foam sprayed on my head!"

Hermione screamed in frustration, her long, shaggy, curly hair seemed so perfect for hiding beef moles that she had to give herself several scrubs to get them clean.Luna helped her brush her long hair aside.

"I'm sorry..." Ron apologized and tried his best to hold back a smile. He was so excited that the freckles on his face darkened.

Harry wanted to laugh, too, because Hermione and Luna's actions reminded him of two monkeys picking each other's lice at the zoo.Still, he brought the conversation back to Slughorn.

"When we were in Diagon Alley, didn't I tell you that Dumbledore and I visited an old colleague of his, that person was Slughorn, and Dumbledore wanted to invite him to teach at the school, but he seemed I don't really want to..."

"Why? Why would anyone not want to come to Hogwarts?" Ron's eyes widened in surprise.Apparently Ron thought Hogwarts was the best place in the world.

"Probably because he doesn't like pumpkin juice," Luna said.

"People always have other options, Ron..." said Hermione.

"Yeah, there are plenty of wizarding schools," said Neville.

"Slughorn claims he's retired and he doesn't want to go back to work. But I think it's because he's afraid of Voldemort..."

When Harry said that name, all four friends shuddered in fear.

"Merlin's prophecy ball! We have already fought against him, why can't you calmly accept his name?"

"But we didn't face him..." Neville said, "The one who really faced him is you, and only you..."

"Don't say that, it's our common battle, without you, I wouldn't be able to survive that time."

Harry observed the expressions of the four friends, Neville was wiping sweat, Hermione's face was pale, Ron forgot to chew, half a sandwich was stuffed in his mouth, and one cheek was bulging, looking ridiculous.

Only Luna looked the same as usual - her eyes were foggy, but she held the Quibbler in her arms and seemed to use it for warmth.

Apparently, the name of the Dark Lord still scares them.

"Okay, okay, I've been defeated by your habits, I won't call him Voldemort from now on, I'll call him another name... Well, just call him, call him a snake-faced lunatic..."

"Snake... what?"

"Do you dare to nickname the mysterious man?"

"That's cool dude, it's way more exciting than old bats, old bees!"

"Ron! We can't nickname professors, we are prefects, do you remember?" Hermione stared at Ron seriously, she looked more and more like Professor McGonagall.

"It's kind of like my nickname, people always call me Mad Girl Lovegood."

Luna is a genius, she always has a way to silence everyone.

After everyone was silent for a minute, Hermione said to Harry and Neville: "I think you should pay the contract quickly. It would be rude to keep a professor waiting. We can wait for you to come back before discussing the snake-faced madman. Oh, Merlin!"

The little witch covered her mouth in horror. She just realized that she said that person's nickname, which might be more terrifying than calling him by his first name.

Harry smiled and stood up, "Okay, Hermione, we're going to pay the contract now, and I suggest you practice a few more times, the pronunciation of the snake-faced lunatic is actually quite fluent."