In the private room, a huge round table was conjured out of thin air. Everyone sat around the table.
"It's great to see all of you, it's really great," Slughorn said enthusiastically. His eyes swept across everyone's faces. "So, you must be Mr. Longbottom, right? Ah, then this lovely lady must be Elaine, the descendant of the Slytherin family. It's such an honor to have you here. You know, I graduated from Slytherin Academy and was once the dean of this academy. I like this academy and admire your ancestor, Salazar Slytherin... "
Under his stare, Neville nodded as if he was frightened.
Elaine looked up at Slughorn and said, "I'm currently at Gryffindor."
"That's a loss for Slytherin Academy, isn't it?" Slughorn said regretfully. He didn't feel embarrassed by Elaine's answer at all.
He gestured for them to sit in the only five empty seats.
Elwyn carefully looked at the people invited by Slughorn. There weren't many, less than ten people.
More than half of them were from Slytherin Academy. For some reason, they were chosen by Slughorn. They all tried to move their chairs away from Elwyn and the other four. The only one who was approaching them was Ginny. She was squeezed in the corner next to Slughorn and looked confused. She didn't seem to know why she was here.
"Ginny!" Hermione shouted and motioned for her to sit.
"Oh, you all know each other, don't you?" Slughorn said cheerfully. "This charming young lady just told me that she knows some of you, so I invited her. Well, do you need me to introduce you? This is Brace Shabini, Harry. He's in the same grade as you, so you must know each other. "
Shabini made no sign of recognition or greeting.
Elwyn, Harry, and Neville did not respond. Hermione, Elaine, and Ginny were whispering to each other. They did not listen to Slughorn's introduction at all. Of course, they knew who Shabini was, but no matter what, they did not want to deal with him.
The tall black boy was a student of Slytherin Academy. He seemed to have a good relationship with Malfoy.
Although he was not a member of his small team, he had fought with Gryffindor in the past few years.
Moreover, in a way, Shabini was famous in the school.
His fame came from his famous mother, who was a real-life version of the Black Widow.
Mrs. Shabini was a very beautiful and famous witch. She was often featured in newspapers and magazines. Her style of dress was trendy in the magic world. However, her private life was more popular. She had been married seven times, and each of her husbands died quickly, leaving her a large inheritance.
Even so, there were many rich wizards who were willing to marry her.
Although she was no longer young, had been married many times, had a child, and had heard so many terrible rumors, she was still like a flame in the dark, attracting many wizards like moths to her.
Seeing Shabini reminded him of the rumors about his mother, which reminded him of something.
The real Black Widow, the famous Black Witch Natalia, a high-ranking member of Raven's Claw. Her whereabouts had always been a secret. She did not seem to know that Elwyn had killed her last husband. If she knew, there was no reason for her not to seek revenge on Elwyn, or maybe she was looking for an opportunity …
These dark Magi who hid in the dark were the ones who gave them a headache.
Including the incident at the Sun Ruins in Egypt, Elwyn had ruined Raven's Claw's plans twice in a row. They must hate Elwyn to the core.
Also, Sirius had gone to France and Italy to fight against Raven's Claw. No one knew how it went.
Since he left England at the beginning of August, he had not written a letter …
"This is Cormac McClagan, and this is …" Slughorn introduced each of them and said, "Well, this is very pleasant. Let's hurry up and have lunch. You must be starving. We can't spend all our time on introductions. Relax, kids. Don't be so nervous. This is just a chance to get to know you all better. Here, give me a napkin. I brought my own lunch. I remember that the food from the dining cart always smells too much like licorice wands. A poor old man's digestive system can't take it. Let's eat … some quail, Belby? "
Marcus Belby was a thin, nervous boy. He looked as nervous as Neville.
Hearing Slughorn's words, he was obviously taken aback. He hurriedly raised the plate in front of him and accepted what looked like half a cold quail.
"I was just telling young Marcus that I had the honor of teaching his uncle, Damocles," Slughorn said to Elwyn and Harry, who were passing a basket of rolls. "An excellent wizard, very excellent. He deserves the Merlin Medal," Slughorn said to Elwyn and Harry, who were passing a basket of rolls. "By the way, do you see your uncle often, Marcus?"
Unfortunately, Marcus had just eaten a big mouthful of quail.
He was so eager to answer Slughorn's question that he swallowed too quickly. His face turned the color of pig liver, and he choked and could not speak.
"Calm down," Slughorn said calmly, pointing his wand at Belby.
In the blink of an eye, Belby's windpipe seemed to be cleared.
"No, I don't see him much," Belby said, gasping. He was choking on his tears.
"Yes, of course. I bet he's very busy." Slughorn looked at Belby inquiringly. "I think he must have put in a lot of effort to invent the wolfsbane potion, right?"
"I think so …" Belby said. It seemed that he did not dare to eat any more quail until he was sure that Slughorn had finished his interrogation. "Well, that must be the case. But he and my dad are not very close, so I'm not really sure …"
Poor guy, he should not have said that in front of Slughorn.
Sure enough, Belby's voice dropped before he could finish his sentence.
Because Slughorn sneered at him, ignored him, and turned to Cormac McLagan, who was next to him.
Elwyn curled his lips. This was the main reason why he did not like Slughorn very much.
He handed the roll to Hermione. It was better to finish it quickly and leave.
He did not want to spend the whole afternoon here, being interrogated by Slughorn pointlessly.
However, to be honest, the food Slughorn prepared was much better than the food on the train.
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