stonecrandall Chapter 623 Invitation
Chapter 623 Invitation
Chapter 623 Invitation
"I don't like this year's male student council president; he seems far inferior to Cedric."
At noon, Harry returned to his box, picked up the half-finished cup of butterbeer that Ron had left on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.
"What's wrong with you? Don't they even provide a glass of water in the prefect's car?" Ron asked.
"It's all because of those Slytherins." Hermione's face was flushed, and she looked furious. "They've been threatening this year's freshmen, and Harry and I have had to tell them over and over that Hogwarts is the safest place, and that the headmaster and professors will protect us."
"I've never said this much before—anything else?" Harry put down the empty bottle and asked, still wanting more.
Silen took out a new bottle of butterbeer.
"Thank you," Harry said, tilting his head back to drink half the bottle.
"What did you mean when you said you didn't like the male student council president?"
"That Terry Boot is really indecisive," Harry explained. "He was threatened a few times by the Slytherin prefects and then shut up. What kind of student council president is that?"
He got angrier and angrier as he talked, slamming empty bottles against the tables and chairs.
Only then did Siren learn that after Cedric Diggory graduated, the school elected Hufflepuff's prefect as president of the boys' council.
The president of the girls' student council was a Ravenclaw student.
Although both are Hufflepuffs, this Tyree Boot is far inferior to the previous Cedric Diggory.
He dared not offend the pure-blood wizards of Slytherin, and even when they frightened new students and threatened his classmates, he pretended not to see anything.
Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and said a few words to him. Then she and Harry were sent to the most chaotic and troublesome freshman box.
Terry Boot also gave them the task of comforting the newborns.
"No wonder you were so angry when you came in." Ron clicked his tongue, suddenly realizing that being a prefect wasn't such a good job after all.
At least on his way to school, he could sit quietly in his compartment waiting for the train to arrive, without having to listen to the ear-piercing cries of the new students.
"In a sense, he has solved the problem, hasn't he?" Xilun said with a smile.
Harry and Hermione looked even angrier.
"Let's not talk about that." Siren glanced at Harry. "Has Malfoy arrived?"
"No—I didn't see him in the prefects' box anyway," Harry said, looking somewhat disappointed.
If he could, he really wanted to put Malfoy on the luggage rack again. Unfortunately, the other person wasn't as brave as he imagined and didn't even come to take the train back to school.
Xilun was also a little disappointed.
Once they get to school, with Snape watching over them, it won't be so easy to deal with Malfoy anymore.
Unfortunately, he had thought Lucius Malfoy would come looking for revenge, but the other man never showed up, even after the summer vacation ended.
With such a weak personality, what was the point of becoming a Death Eater?
Xilun turned to look out the window. The sky was alternating between clear and dark, just like it had been all summer. The train had just emerged from the cold fog when it plunged into the bright, faint sunlight.
Soon, the sunlight outside the window became brighter and brighter.
Xiren was a little hungry, but since he had been transported to the station by Lila's Apparition, he hadn't prepared lunch in advance.
Needless to say, Harry and the others were in even more trouble. Mrs. Weasley had too many things to do lately, and preparing one breakfast in advance was already the limit of what she could do. There was simply no time to prepare lunch for several people.
Although the food on the train was mediocre, they had no other choice at the moment.
A few minutes later, Ron opened the door to the private room to see where the delivery truck was.
However, before he could even touch the doorknob, the door to the private room was pulled open from the outside. A girl, panting heavily, walked in.
"Hello—who are you looking for?" Hermione asked, noticing that the people in the private room didn't seem to recognize the girl.
"I've come to give these to Siron Ollivander and Harry Potter," she stammered, her eyes meeting Harry's as she blushed deeply.
She handed over two rolls of parchment tied with purple silk ribbons, then stumbled and ran out of the private room.
"Hey Harry, you're really popular," Siron said with a laugh. "I bet if you had asked her for an autograph, she would have fainted from excitement."
"Stop saying those weird things, Sheren," Harry sighed. "He's going crazy lately, is he trying to rip off the Daily Prophet?"
Is there nothing else to write about?
After taking office, Scrimgeour implemented a series of measures to try and salvage his reputation, which had been tarnished by Fudge. He later found that the most effective of these was to lavishly praise Dumbledore and Harry Potter.
Most people seem to firmly believe that the savior can defeat the mysterious man again and lead them to victory in the war.
So Harry became popular again, and his name appeared more and more frequently in the newspapers, especially in the days leading up to the start of the school year, when almost every page was about him. Siron even thought the Daily Prophet had changed its name to the Harry Potter newspaper.
It's fair to say that Harry's fame in Britain is almost comparable to that of world-class soccer star Viktor Krum, so it's normal for the little witch to blush when she sees him.
"But what is that?" Ron asked, looking at the parchment scrolls in their hands. "Is there some kind of curse inside? You'd better be careful when you open it."
However, while he was speaking, Xilun had already unwrapped the paper roll.
"No need, there are no curses inside," he said. "This is a letter of invitation."
Siren Ollivander:
I sincerely invite you to have lunch with me in VIP Room C. By the way, your grandfather and I used to work together and were best friends. I really miss those days.
Your faithfulness:
HEF Professor Slughorn.
Harry's invitation had something similar to his, only shorter.
Siron wasn't surprised that Professor Slughorn had invited him to the train luncheon; after all, Ollivander was somewhat well-known in Britain. While not exactly famous, he was certainly known to many.
Moreover, he himself is the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, and in every way meets Professor Slughorn's criteria for making friends.
What Xilun didn't expect was that he actually knew his grandfather.
Of course, his grandfather, Garrick Ollivander, did not run a wand shop immediately after graduating, but honed his skills for many more years.
During this time, he did many things, so it's not particularly strange that he had dealings with Slughorn.
But Siren remained skeptical of Slughorn's claim that they were best friends.
Because he had never heard his grandfather mention Slughorn, not even once.