People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro was caught off guard by this straight ball, and the attack went straight down in an instant. She smiled sheepishly, then sat down and pretended to look at the scenery outside.

Harry looked at the girl with red ears and laughed silently, then naturally changed the topic to the OWL exam.

"I only passed Transfiguration. I don't know if I will have the chance to take the next courses."

Neville stroked his pet Leif and talked to them with his head down and mumbling.

He had just seen Harry and Afro being very close to each other, and his intimacy without paying attention to others made him feel sad.

He also wanted to discuss the holidays and grades with Afro, but when he saw the girl, he became stammering and couldn't say anything.

If only he could have the same impressive reputation and knowledge as Harry.

"Neville?" Afro patted the absent-minded boy, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Neville woke up suddenly and looked at Afro, whose eyes were full of worry.

"Sorry, I……"

"I've been entangled by a harassment fly." Luna slapped the air with her hands, as if there was an invisible bug here, "An invisible animal that messes with the brain."

Harry and Neville looked at each other and quickly changed the subject.

The weather outside the car window was changing from sunny to cloudy. Ron and Hermione rushed over with the dining car.

Ron rubbed his rumbling stomach and sat down next to Afro, watching the girl talking to Hermione eagerly.

At this time, the door of the box was opened by a breathless girl, "I'm here to give these to Afro Campbell, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom..."

She handed over three rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons. As soon as her eyes met Afro's, her face immediately turned red and she spoke stutteringly.

Harry and Neville took it in confusion. Ron came over and held Avro's hand, watching her open the parchment.

It's an invitation.

It was written in standard cursive: I would be honored if you would have lunch with me in Box C - Your Professor Slughorn.

"Who is Professor Slughorn?" Neville flipped through the invitation several times in confusion, then raised his head and looked at them in confusion.

Afro put away the invitation and straightened his robes, "It's the new professor. We have to go see him."

"But why does he want me to go?" Neville always had an uneasy feeling in his heart. He felt as if this new professor was going to put him in solitary confinement.

"Let's go and see for ourselves," Harry suggested.

When they arrived at carriage C, Harry and Neville discovered that Slughorn had invited more than just the three of them. But judging by his enthusiasm, Slughorn was most looking forward to Harry and Aphrodite.

"Oh! Harry, my boy!" Slughorn jumped up from his chair when he saw them. "Aphrodite, my dear boy, how good it is to see you!"

His big belly almost squeezed Neville out of the box, "This must be Mr. Longbottom!"

Slughorn shook Neville's hand enthusiastically and shook it up and down vigorously. Neville was frightened by his posture. He nodded repeatedly and stroked the corner of his clothes nervously.

Afro glanced at the students who were already sitting on the chairs, and Blaise shook his head helplessly at her.

They sat down in the only three empty seats, and it happened that Afro's seat was opposite Blaise.

"You should know these people, right?" Slughorn returned to his seat and turned to ask the red-haired girl beside him.

It was only then that Harry noticed that Ginny was also invited.

"This is Blaise Zabini," he said to them, pointing at the young man with a radiant smile on his face.

Blaise threw a wink at Afro directly, causing the students present to be amazed.

After all, Gryffindor and Slytherin hate each other.

Slughorn was very host-minded. He introduced the students to each other before officially starting lunch.

"This is a delightful occasion. Would you like some quail, Campbell?"

"No, Professor Slughorn, thank you." Avro decisively refused half of what looked like a cold quail.

Her digestive system may not be able to accept these things.

Finally, the half cold quail was thrown onto poor Belby's plate.

Slughorn did not think there was anything wrong with his behavior. He began to ask the students about some topics that interested him.

For example, their famous relatives, or famous Aurors like Neville's parents.

Whenever Slughorn mentioned Neville's parents, Avro and Harry frowned and looked at the talkative new professor with dissatisfaction.

"Is your mother okay?" Slughorn finally let go of the pale Neville and turned to interrogate Blaise who was eating quietly, "Who is your father now? Sorry... your mother had so many marriages... I can't remember clearly..."

There was no trace of anger or intensity on Bryce's face.

He spoke calmly about his mother's current lover.

When Slughorn was about to ask more questions, Avro looked at him thoughtfully, "Professor, your quail is about to get cold."

Slughorn chuckled softly, "It's cold, dear."

"Then the professor should enjoy it quickly, otherwise it will become leftovers."

Bryce couldn't help laughing when he heard the sarcastic words, but then he felt something was wrong and coughed to cover it up.

Slughorn didn't hear the sarcasm in these words. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Afro with a smile, "I remember my dear Gwenog told me..."

He began to ramble on about the past, and the whole afternoon was spent in reciting his many outstanding wizarding anecdotes.

The train was enveloped in dusk, and Slughorn ended his long speech amid a long series of train whistles.

"Oh, it's getting dark. You should go back and change into your school uniforms! I'll tell you the story of the Slug Club another day."

Bryce stood up first, squeezed past Afro and walked into the dim aisle. His peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, full of affection, and he blinked at the girl with interest.

Afro understood what he meant, avoided everyone and followed Brace to the connection between the carriages.

"Thank God, it's finally over." Blaise hooked Afro's little hand and pulled her into his arms. "He's such a weird guy, always talking about nonsense."

His gaze was always on Afro, and there was a hint of grievance in his charming peach blossom eyes.

"Let me help you vent your anger?" Afro tilted her head and looked at him with a smile.

"No need." Blaise lowered his head and rubbed her cheek, his voice full of joy, "As long as I can hold you like this, I don't care about anything else."