Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Have you heard?” On the way, Colin tells us about his investigation, "Professor Slughorn invited strange sisters, famous Quidditch athletes and vampires tonight, not vampires like Elaine, but the real ones. ”

“How come I'm not a real vampire anymore?” Elaine said, showing sharp tiger teeth.

“Well, I mean...” Colin looked at Ivan like he was calling for help, realizing it wasn't a good topic, and he hesitated to say, "Real vampires are dangerous and scary, um, not like you. ”

“That means you don't bite.” Evan said, drawing Elaine's eyes to himself.

“Why don't I bite?” Elaine "said harshly.

“Who did you bite?” Ivan questioned back.

Elaine couldn't answer, she didn't drink anything but dragon blood, and it was all prepared dragon blood.

She certainly wouldn't bite a dragon, and those horrible legends about vampires had nothing to do with her.

“So Slughorn is going to invite a real vampire to the party tonight?” Hermione also laughed and was involved in the subject of teasing Elaine.

“Are you talking about Rufus Scrimgeour?” Luna suddenly interjected.

“What?” Everyone looked at her in surprise.

“You mean the Minister of Magic?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, he's a vampire, a real vampire, the kind that bites people.” Luna said with great certainty, "When Skringer just succeeded Cornelly Foggy, my father wrote a long article in which he had a blood slave in the Ministry of Magic, but someone in the Ministry refused to let him publish. Apparently, they don't want to tell the truth! ”

Seeing Luna in earnest, this is the end of the topic.

The fact that Rufus Scrimgeour is a vampire is ridiculous, but everyone is used to Luna taking her father's weird thoughts seriously.

The only person who didn't get used to it and liked it was Hermione, who frowned and didn't say anything.

By then, they had approached Slughorn's office, where laughter, music and loud speech were augmented by their footsteps, not knowing if that was the case, or because of magic, Slughorn's office was much larger than that of the average teacher.

Green, dark red and golden curtains hang from the ceilings and walls and look like they're in a big tent.

The room was crowded and hot and lit red by a golden hua lamp hanging from the center of the ceiling.

There's a real Pokemon flashing in the light, and each Pokemon is a bright spot of light.

A loud, sounding song accompanied by a mantle bell came from a far corner; a few talkin 'old wizards covered their heads with the blue mist of a pipe; and some home breeders creaked through the jungle of their calves, holding on to a silver plate of sunset, covering their bodies and looking like roaming little tables.

It's so... great, Evan, I have to admit, Slughorn really knows how to enjoy it.

He has money, he knows how to play, and the key is taste, which is not common among wizards.

“Ah, Evan, Harry, my children, you're finally here.” As soon as the pedestrians entered the door, Slughorn shouted, “Come in, come in, there are so many people to see! ”

He wore a velvet hat with ears that matched his smoking shirt perfectly.

Slughorn couldn't help but walk them into the crowd, and he grabbed Harry's arm tight, as if to move his phantom, and Harry grabbed Luna's hand, dragged her along, and then Ivan, Hermione, Elaine, Colin, Ginny, Dean, followed him, the team was long.

Slughorn enthusiastically introduced the team as they traveled through the crowd.

He invited many off-campus wizards to this gathering, all eminent personalities in a certain field, even if the current situation was so tense that no one could stop Slughorn from having a Christmas party, even if a vicious attack had just occurred in Hogsmeade a short time ago, and Dumbledore could not.

“Kids, this is Elder Wapple, a former student of mine, a recent celebrity of the magic world! Slughorn shouted," He's the author of Blood Brothers: I Live in Vampires, and you all know this book, by far the best-selling book. And of course, his friend Blondie. ”

Bestselling book writer, Ivan has been in touch with one before.

Lohardt was much more famous than this Walpur, and his book on describing vampires was made famous mainly because of the intense interest in vampires, influenced by the vampire attacks on the Quidditch World Cup and the return of Voldemort in the previous two years, which made it a bestselling book.

Simply put, Wapler should thank the Keresis, Elaine and Slytherin Vampire clans.

Slughorn was obviously aware of this, and he enthusiastically dragged Elaine forward, highlighting her identity to Wapple.

Elaine's interest was lacking, and he handled two random sentences and went back.

She stood next to Ivan and Hermione and looked at the vampire across the street.

Vampire bloodline is tall and thin, with dark circles beneath her eyes, and a tired look of sickness.

It's hard to see how horrible he is, and how he doesn't have the same kind of attitude as Keresis.

However, he was very popular with girls, and a group of girls beside him seemed both curious and excited.

“Real vampires?” Elaine muttered softly, doubting, "Doesn't seem like much...”

Wapple didn't seem to have much interest in Elaine and the others, but he was passionate about Harry.

He grabbed Harry's hand and held it enthusiastically, walking towards a place where no one was, staring into his myopic eyes and looking up at Harry's face.

“Harry Potter, Harry Potter, I'm so glad to see you!” He said, "I was talking to Professor Slughorn that day. Where's Harry Potter? ”

“Uh, what?” Harry said in confusion.

“As humble as Horace said, but honestly…” Wapple's attitude changed and suddenly it seemed like he was talking business, "I would love to write this book, and I have the ability to write it well. People yearn to learn more about you, my dear child, yearn! If you can do a few interviews with me, four or five hours at a time, then it'll be a few months and it won't cost you anything, I promise. If you don't believe me, you can ask Blondie. Isn't that right, Blondie? Don't go! ”

Wapple suddenly became harsh and his voice soared.

Because Bloody Ni is rushing towards Elaine, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, with the light of hunger in his eyes.

“Here, have a pie. Stay here until I get back.” Wapple said, quickly moving forward, grabbing a pie plug from a passing tray elf into Bloody Neighbor's hand, then turning his attention back to Harry.

Bloodney looked at the white girls in front of her, looked at the little Walpur again, and looked down to eat the pie.