"Good evening, my dear. You came much later than me and Albert." Hibiscus Chinensis was dressed in a neat and gorgeous chiffon evening dress. She looked like Venus, the goddess of love and beauty in Roman mythology. She walked slowly towards Hermione and giggled exaggeratedly with the back of her hand over her mouth. "Guess what I saw just now? A witch with bad taste, 'decorating' herself with big diamonds and a low-cut pink-green dress. She looks like a Christmas tree. "
Using the racial talent that came with her bloodline, Hibiscus' smile was practically glowing, attracting the attention of many people.
Hermione saw that Hibiscus Chinensis pretended not to see Annette Bobin, but the dress she described was exactly the same as what Bobin was wearing today.
Bobin frowned, straightened her back in embarrassment, and coughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice you were here." Hibiscus gracefully bowed, but her tone and expression did not seem apologetic at all. "I hope that in a few years' time, I'll be able to meet you again at some banquet, especially when our boss, Granger, intends to lower the average price of potions in the market... That will definitely be very interesting."
"Hibiscus Chinensis, I think the price of magic potions in the wizarding world is still quite high. I don't think it's enough to just adjust it. This should be the long-term goal of our umbrella." Hermione understood the meaning of Albert's fiancée's sarcasm and joined in. As if she didn't see Annette Bobin's dress, she unnaturally mimicked Hibiscus Chinensis and laughed with the back of her hand over her mouth. "When the time comes, the lady you just met will probably lose the diamonds in her green dress. This will at least help her improve her taste a little."
Although Hermione's imitation of Hibiscus Chinensis seemed a little stiff and clumsy, Annette Bobin couldn't hold it in anymore. She snorted angrily, held her wine glass, and walked away from the two little witches who were echoing each other.
"Well said, Hermione! Would you like a drink to moisten your throat? " Neville, wearing a white shirt with golden buttons, carefully walked over with two glasses of wine. Judging from the few stains left on his pure white waiter uniform, he must have knocked it over once or several times.
"Neville?" Hermione looked at her classmate Neville in surprise. Professor Slughorn had arranged for him to be a waiter.
"I didn't get into the slug club." Neville didn't seem to care. "But Freg was even more unlucky. He was arranged to be in the toilet."
After getting rid of another adult wizard who deliberately came to talk to him because of his reputation as the savior of the world, Harry finally had a moment of free time. At this time, a student attendant wearing the same clothes as Neville stood in front of him with a plate of dark red meatballs. He pushed the plate towards Harry. "Harry, want some Dragon Meatballs?"
Harry was a little embarrassed to find that he didn't recognize the student in front of him who called him by his name instead of his surname. He pretended to look at the round food on the plate and wrinkled his nose. "Uh … No, thank you."
"You're right. You'll have a bad breath after eating this." The attendant nodded understandingly. "A man and a woman just vomited after kissing under the mistletoe."
"I changed my mind." Harry directly took the plate from the attendant's hand. He stuffed a few into his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed them. Harry felt that if wizards smelled his breath, they wouldn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Potter, what's this? You're enjoying it. Is it delicious? " Cormac McClagan, who had combed his hair back and was dressed very well, came over. He saw Harry wolfing down the food and grabbed a few meatballs from the plate in Harry's hand and threw them into his mouth.
"That female host is so beautiful. She looks much prettier than she does on TV. Also, your friend, Miss Know-It-All, is much prettier than usual today. If I had known, I would have met her before Professor Harris." Cormac laughed after swallowing the meatball. He grabbed a few more and threw them into his mouth. It was hard to tell whether he was praising Hibiscus Chinensis, Hermione, or the meatballs. "So strong."
Harry lowered his head and looked at the meatballs rolling on the plate because of the force in his hand. He was very unhappy that Cormac was pointing at his good friend. Not only that, Cormac also liked to give orders on the battlefield. Harry pushed his glasses up and slowly pressed his foot on the carpet.
"You're here alone. Why don't I see Ron Weasley?" Cormac narrowed his eyes and stared at Hermione. He said to himself, "That red-haired kid wasn't invited by Professor Slughorn? That's to be expected. Harry, maybe you should find a cooler friend. "
Harry raised his head and wanted to put the dragon meatball on Cormac's stupid head, but he also saw Snape standing behind Cormac and approaching with a gloomy face. He didn't want to have anything to do with the two people in front of him. Harry pushed the plate in his hand to Cormac and turned to leave.
"By the way, Harry, what am I eating?" When Harry turned around, Cormac picked up a meatball and put it into his mouth.
"Dragon egg."
Cormac was stunned. He unconsciously chewed a few more times. Suddenly, he bent over and vomited the food that he had just eaten. The undigested food in his stomach sprayed all over Snape's crotch and began to flow down his trousers.
Hearing the sound of vomiting behind him, Harry turned back and saw Snape, who was in a sorry state and was suppressing his anger. Snape's pale face under his greasy hair was tense and his black robe was stained with red minced meat and yellowish-white mucus …
Cormac looked at the familiar style of dress and raised his head nervously. After confirming that the wizard in front of him was indeed the one he was worried about, his eyes were filled with fear and he froze on the spot.
Harry's upper body trembled slightly. He couldn't help but laugh, but he immediately suppressed it. He lowered his head and the corners of his mouth curled up. He puffed up his cheeks and tried to suppress his disgust and laughter. He wanted to leave quickly, but Snape's cold voice immediately entered his ears. "Don't run so fast, Potter."
Harry had to stop and turn around.
Snape's gloomy face raised slightly. He held his breath and said in a cold voice, "You just bought yourself a month of confinement, McClagan."
No longer looking at the depressed Cormac, Snape walked towards Harry, who was still standing where he was.
Harry looked at the dirty and disheveled Snape approaching. Not only did he not want to laugh, but the disgust in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He turned his head to look for traces of Jenny, unwilling to look at Snape, who made his heart and stomach feel uncomfortable. "I think I should go back to find my partner."
"She won't die even if you don't accompany her for a minute or two." Snape's voice was so cold that it sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth. Harry could only helplessly turn his head to listen to Snape. "Also, I'm just here to pass on a message."
"A message?" Harry raised his head and asked doubtfully. There was only one person who could make Snape pass on a message to him — Albus Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore asked me to send his regards and wish you a happy 'party'. You know he's out of school and won't be back until the Christmas holidays are over." Snape's cold gaze was fixed on Harry's green pupils.
"Out of school? Where to? " Harry blurted out his concern for Dumbledore. He had actually forgotten that the person in front of him was Snape, who hated him the most. How could he possibly pay attention to him?
Snape paused for a moment. With an arrogant look on his face, he did not answer the Potter's question. Instead, he pulled out his wand and pointed at his robe to silently clean it up. Then, he straightened his back and turned to walk to the other side of the venue.
Harry picked up a drink from a passing student's tray and took a big gulp to suppress the strong aura of the Dragon Meatball. Then, his attention was replaced by concern for Dumbledore. However, he knew that he would not be able to find out anything that Snape did not want him to know. With a heart full of worry, Harry could only stare at Snape's bat-like back with hatred.
Snape did not walk with his sleeves billowing in the wind and his imposing manner as usual. His back was straight, but the direction he was heading in made Harry put down his wine glass and follow him quietly with narrowed eyes.
"Miss Parkinson, you're here." Snape walked to a corner of Slughorn's office. There was a red chair in the dark corner. Pency Parkinson stood up when she heard him. She opened her mouth to say something, but Snape raised his hand to stop her. He glanced outside and walked in diagonally.
Harry noticed Snape's gaze and looked in that direction. Draco Malfoy, who was wearing a dark green suit, was holding a glass of wine and chatting happily with Allen.
Using the noisy banquet hall, Harry successfully used his immature stealth skills to sneak up to the corner where Snape and Pency were. He took out his wand and pointed it at the Slytherin teacher and student. He put the thick end of the wand close it to his ear.
"Idiot, you'll attract attention if you hide so obviously. Attend the banquet openly and don't make any more mistakes. If you get yourself expelled, your mission will be judged as a failure." Snape lowered his voice. "If Allen Harris really wants to know something from your little brain, it's useless no matter where you hide. He's as good as Master at Mind Extraction. As long as he wants to, he'll know."
"Professor, Draco and Allen Harris were talking, so I used the opportunity to touch up my makeup to hide." Pency felt wronged, but she did not dare to tell Emily that she already knew part of the truth.
Snape's voice was cold and intimidating. "Put away your clumsy and stupid tricks. Don't act on your own accord. Dumbledore has already left Hogwarts."
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