Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 624 Slughorn's Lunch

Chapter 624 Slughorn's Lunch

In Siron's memory, his grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, was a very sentimental man. He didn't have many friends; one was Gregorovich, the Norse wand maker. Another was Newt Scamander, the expert on magical creatures and the main supplier of wand cores.

When Siron lived in Diagon Alley, he would hear his grandfather mention them every now and then, but he had never heard the name Slughorn before.

This suggests that they may know each other, but their relationship is probably just average, and far from reaching the level of Slughorn's "best friend".

However, Siron did not intend to refuse Professor Slughorn's invitation.

"It's an invitation from the new teacher, after all. We should go and see, shouldn't we?" Harry said.

"Yes," Xilun nodded and said. He had been in the private room long enough, so it would be good to go out and stretch his legs.

After saying goodbye to Hermione and Ron, the two left the box. The corridor was crowded with people waiting for the dining cart. And as Harry came out, many students would run out of their boxes just to catch a glimpse of him.

"I should have worn the Invisibility Cloak," Harry muttered to himself, feeling like a monkey in a zoo, on display for people to see.

"What are you thinking? You can't get through this crowded place wearing an invisibility cloak." Xiren forced his way through the throng.

Just then, the door to a nearby private room suddenly opened, and Neville walked out looking nervous.

Upon seeing Siren and Harry, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took out a parchment scroll wrapped with a purple ribbon.

"Sirlen, Harry, have you received this?"

"You have one too?" Harry asked in surprise, also taking out his own invitation.

"Great!" Neville was even more excited and asked, "So who is this person? I've asked a lot of people, and they all say they don't know."

"A new teacher," Harry said.

"But why did he invite me?" Neville was even more confused. He seemed uneasy, as if he were about to be put in solitary confinement.

"Do you think he might have made a mistake, and the person he really wanted to invite was actually Simo, who was in the same private room as me—or maybe Dean too?"

"Why think so much? Why don't we just go and see for ourselves?" Xilun said. "Maybe he didn't misspell the name."

Neville's parents, Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom, were driven mad by Bellatrix before the end of the First Wizarding War and are widely recognized as a heroic couple.

Therefore, Neville is also in Slughorn's "Who's Who," just not as high up as Harry.

When they arrived at Box C, they found it was already full, but Harry was always the most special one.

"Oh, Harry, my boy!" Slughorn jumped up as soon as he saw him—he really jumped up, his bald head and round belly making him look like a bounced Quake.

"It's so good to see you, so good to see you!" Slughorn ran over enthusiastically, the gold buttons on his vest gleaming in the sunlight.

"Then you must be Siren Ollivander!"

Xilun nodded.

"It's so nice to meet you," Slughorn said warmly. "How is your grandfather?"

"fine."

"That's good. Come to think of it, it's been almost thirty years since we last saw each other. It's been quite a while," Slughorn said, gesturing for Hillon and Harry to sit down in two empty seats near the door.

Xilun glanced at the other students around him, but unfortunately, he couldn't find the person he most wanted to see.

There were several Slytherin students, and Siron recognized Blaise Sabine, who had a mother who was almost legendary in the British wizarding world, and seven nominal fathers.

I don't know if Slughorn wanted to be the eighth, but he was quite enthusiastic about Sabini and even introduced him to Harry.

But Gryffindor and Slytherin always hated each other, and neither of them paid any attention to the other.

However, there were a few Slytherin seventh-year students who noticed that Siren was always looking at him, intentionally or unintentionally, and with unfriendly eyes.

Although she didn't know why, Xiren silently memorized their names, intending to ask Slughorn about it when she had time—who was still introducing other people.

McCormack McLagan, and Musk Bellby, whose uncle was Damocles Bellby, the inventor of the wolfsbane medicine.

However, during the subsequent conversation, Slughorn suddenly learned that Musk and his uncle did not have a good relationship, so he immediately stopped talking to Musk and started chatting with McCormick instead.

"You and your uncle must have a very good relationship, because I saw a photo at his place—a photo of you hunting megalodon in Norfolk, it was amazing."

“Yes, that was so much fun,” McClagan said. “Rufus Scrimgeour came with us, before he became minister, of course—”

"Oh, you know Rufus?" Slughorn immediately beamed and picked up a small plate of pies to share with everyone, but for some reason, there were none left for Musk.

"He really is—" Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

It was obvious to everyone that Slughorn was doing it on purpose, and he seemed completely unconcerned about whether Musk would feel awkward sitting there.

This caused Harry's affection for him to plummet.

"That's Slughorn for you. He only likes people who are truly useful to him. I thought you already knew that."

"It's just a guess," Harry said.

He remembered that Slughorn was initially very reluctant to return to work at Hogwarts, until Dumbledore deliberately brought up him and Sherren, at which point Slughorn changed his mind.

Just as they suspected, everyone here was invited because they were related to some influential person, except for Harry.

He was the most special one; Slughorn deliberately left him at the very back, pulling him into the middle of everyone like a host enthusiastically recommending a big star.

Harry hadn't expected this part at all, and his face turned red instantly, especially when Slughorn announced his new nickname, "The Savior." Harry wished he could jump out of the car window immediately.

He'd rather run to Hogwarts than stay here any longer.

However, Xilun seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

It must be said that Slughorn is quite resourceful. In just a few days, he has investigated everyone in the school and quickly found candidates who meet his requirements.

In Siron's view, this luncheon was more like a screening meeting to filter out imposters like Musk Belby.