The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The wind howled and howled overhead, but the fire was still burning brightly, and the Slytherin common room was quite warm.

At the same time, the decoration in the common room is also beautiful and warm. There were holly and mistletoe festoons hanging on the walls, and there were several towering Christmas trees here and there, some with tiny icicles, and others with hundreds of candles flickering... …

These were, without a doubt, the work of Professor Horace Slughorn; the former head of Slytherin House, who still had a deep affection for his old house.

And in a corner of the common room, two girls were whispering there.

"You mean... an invitation letter from Professor Horace Slughorn?" Astoria Greengrass exclaimed, "He invited us to the Christmas dinner tonight?"

"Yes!" Her older sister Daphne Greengrass nodded a little embarrassedly: "I sent the invitation letter a long time ago, but I was taking care of you in the school hospital at the time, so I didn't see this letter...until just now A second letter of invitation came in, asking if we were ready to go..."

Since the Greengrass Manor is too deserted now, the sisters returned to Hogwarts after only a few days after the start of the Christmas holiday, preparing to spend this Christmas in Hogwarts.

"Sister, what should I do then?" Astoria looked a little embarrassed.

"It seems that I can only participate... If I refuse now, it would be too much..." Daphne said thoughtfully.

"Isn't it necessary to bring a dance partner to the Christmas party..." Astoria asked in a low voice.

"Where can we find a dance partner now... we can only stop dancing at that time, although it may be a bit embarrassing!" Daphne shook her head: "Let's go back to the dormitory first, let's change into a dress, and meet in the hall in half an hour?"

"Well, okay!" Astoria also nodded.

The two sisters got into the two stone gates respectively and completely disappeared from people's sight.

...

Half an hour later, the two of them came to the foyer to meet.

"Shall we go?" Daphne asked in a low voice after scanning around.

"Oh, where is the party held?" Astoria also asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be in Slughorn's office..." Daphne replied thoughtfully, "I heard... there are many people attending this dinner...even Professor Dumbledore!"

"Professor Dumbledore?" Astoria raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yeah!" Daphne didn't notice the strangeness of her sister, she just nodded: "Yeah, this is a very rare thing... I heard from them that Professor Dumbledore has been very busy with something recently... ...It is said that one of his sworn enemies escaped from the prison where he was held some months ago..."

"What...Professor Dumbledore's mortal enemy..." Astoria murmured, a worried look appeared on her face.

Seeing her younger sister's expression, Daphne couldn't help but covered her mouth and smiled, and at the same time touched her head: "It seems that you are still worried about Professor Dumbledore... Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore is such a powerful person, There must be a way for him..."

Astoria quickly concealed a smile.

Before they knew it, they had approached Professor Horace Slughorn's office—

The laughter, music, and loud voices in the room intensified as they approached.

I don't know whether it was originally like this, or because of special magic, Professor Horace Slughorn's office seemed much larger than the average teacher's room. The ceiling and walls were hung with emerald and crimson and gold hangings, making them feel as if they were in one big tent.

There were many people in the room, it was crowded and stuffy, and it was glowing red by a golden lantern hanging in the center of the ceiling. There seemed to be real elves flickering in the lamp, each elf was like a bright point of light.

From a far corner came loud singing that sounded like it was accompanied by a mandolin; several students gathered around and talked excitedly; Blue mist; other house-elves squeaked through the bushes of the calf, carrying heavy silver trays, covering their bodies...

"Welcome, my children!" Slughorn yelled as Daphne and Astoria entered the office, "Come in, come in!"

"Merry Christmas, Professor Slughorn!" Daphne quickly smiled politely at the old professor.

Astoria was slightly stunned for a moment, and glanced at this slightly unfamiliar face.

Horace Slughorn wore a tasseled velvet hat that matched his pale green robes. This bald old man who is as fat as a big elephant has a pair of protruding eyes and a thick silver beard like a walrus; his seemingly amiable face reveals a shrewdness all the time...

"I think...you should be little Astoria!" Glancing at Astoria, he took the lead with a smile and said, "It's so beautiful, it looks exactly like Diana when she was young..."

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor Slughorn!" Astoria immediately smiled sweetly.

"I heard that you were sick before and didn't come to school for more than half a semester... But now, it seems that you look good now?" Slughorn asked casually.

"Yes, the condition is much better..." Astoria replied somewhat perfunctorily.

Slughorn seemed to want to say something to her, but there was an exclamation near the gate, he smiled apologetically at the two sisters, and then hurried over...

...

"Look, Professor Dumbledore!" Daphne pointed to a familiar face ahead and whispered in her sister's ear.

Sure enough, it was Albus Dumbledore!

He was wearing his signature lavender robe, and was sitting calmly at a long table in front.

At the same time, he seems to be savoring a delicacy in front of him: it looks like a plate of delicious herbal soup...

"Professor Dumbledore is still weird as usual." Daphne whispered.

"Yes!" Astoria also frowned slightly, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Wait! Everyone!" Near the gate, Horace Slughorn's resonant voice sounded from behind them: "Let me introduce two distinguished guests to you!"

All the guests turned around in a hurry and looked at where the gate was.

Beside Slughorn, stood a dry old man and a somewhat familiar young face——

"Headmaster Winston-Vance from Durmstrang!" Slughorn said with some excitement:

"And his favorite student: Mr. Christopher Patrick!"