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Ryan didn't know that he had just glared at a vampire. The matter of cleaning up the Romanian vampire family had already been discovered, and even frightened an author and a vampire to death. After Harry came over, the four of them hid in a corner and began to eat tonight's food.

Ryan had eaten a lot less at the previous Christmas banquet for this evening's gathering before, but now it seems that it is completely worth it, because at this banquet he saw a lot of food that is usually very rare. For example, delicacies cooked using certain magical animals and magical plants as raw materials.

Just as Ryan was curiously looking at a whole grilled piggie with a baked apple stuffed in its mouth, Harry was taken away by the sudden appearance of Professor Slughorn for display. So there were only three people left at the small table in the corner.

"I thought I could relax with Harry today." After watching Harry squeeze into the crowd with the fat professor and leave, Ginny said with some displeasure.

"Just take care of yourself and have fun, Harry will definitely be at the Burrow over the Christmas holidays, and you'll have plenty of time to spend together then. So try this mead, it seems to be brewed using special magic. Basically Not drunk. I think it tastes good." Hermione picked up a wine glass filled with golden liquid and handed it to Ginny.

"Thanks." Ginny took the glass and took a sip before looking at the wine bottle on the table. "The Three Broomsticks have been aged for 15 years? It is said that the output of this thing is not large. My father told me that a bottle of this wine costs 7 Galleons and there is no market. Professor Slughorn is too much for today's party. Generous."

Ryan looked at the stack of bottles stacked in the corner, and had to admit that what Ginny said made a lot of sense. It can be seen that Slughorn can get so many relationships and not be boring not only because he is a professor or he is very good at dealing with people, but he can also be not stingy at all when he needs to spend money.

Although everyone came here mainly for socializing, even so during the party, various foods were brought in from outside from time to time. For example, now Ryan found that several house elves walked into the office with a plate of crimson meatballs on silver plates, and one of them walked towards Ryan.

"Kara, what is this?" Ryan found out that he knew this house elf. When he came out to exercise in the morning, he would occasionally meet it in the common room for cleaning. He also found that he was a little limping when he walked. After the start of this semester, Ryan told a few ghosts in the school that he had made great progress in alchemy and was able to help people in need. Headless Nick volunteered to introduce him as an intermediary He and several house elves with rheumatism or old injuries found Ryan to heal their illnesses.

Although Ryan's main purpose of treating the house elves at that time was to be able to study the house elves and test the effect of his own alchemy and medicine by the way, but it is also true to help the house elves cure intractable diseases. It's great to be able to put in full effort after their injuries have been healed. So Ryan naturally raised his reputation in the kitchen to worship.

"Ah, respected Mr. Ryan." Kara obviously recognized Ryan, and it put the plate on the table beside it, and then bowed deeply. "This dish is tartar dragon meatballs. It is made of fresh Ukrainian iron belly and the most tender tenderloin, chopped into small cubes, mixed with raw eggs, diced parsley, and diced pickles, and then added with seasonings to knead the balls."

"So—this is raw?" Ginny asked in surprise. Although Europeans don't choose grilled overcooked meat or fish, they don't like raw food like the Japanese. So when they heard that the meatballs in front of them were raw, the two ladies seemed a bit hesitant.

"Yes." Carla said in the characteristic sharp tone of a house-elf, "and this dish has a strong smell, and I just saw someone over there covering their noses when talking to others after eating.

If you guys want to socialize for a while this might not be the dish for you. ’ it bowed again, and exited the office with the other house-elves.

"Isn't it fit to talk to other people after eating it?" Harry ran from Slughorn again just as the house-elf had left. After hearing the introduction of the house elf, he started stuffing meatballs into his mouth. It seems that he was tired enough of being dragged around before.

"Potter? Why are you hiding here? Slughorn is looking for you over there. By the way, this dish looks delicious." Cormac McLaggen, who had been following Slughorn before Walking over, he was well-dressed, with a Malfoy-style back comb, and he looked like a fish in water in such a social situation.

He walked to the plate and started to eat the meatballs, at the same time he asked vaguely, "Do you know what we eat? I heard from the house elf that the ingredients of this dish are very precious."

"Dragon ball," Harry said calmly. After listening to Harry's words, Cormac froze on the spot, subconsciously chewed a few more times, then turned around suddenly and bent over to spit it out. It turned out that at this moment Slughorn just appeared on the other side of the table looking for something to say to Harry, his face was flushed, his velvet hat was a little askew, he held mead in one hand and pulled Snape in the other. And Cormac, with his back turned to them, didn't see it at all, turned his head and vomited right into Snape's pants.

Cormac didn't notice this at first, but when he straightened up slowly after vomiting, he looked at the familiar clothes in front of him, and his whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

"Very well, you've won yourself a month's confinement, McLaggen." After finishing speaking, Snape ignored McLaggen, who looked hopeless, and turned to look at Harry, "I heard Slugger Professor Horne had a funny joke when he said you learned a lot from my class that made you a Potions genius. But I don't think I taught you anything?"

"Then he inherited her mother's talent," Slughorn said. "I remember when Lily—"

But before he finished speaking, there was a little confusion at the door, and then Draco Malfoy walked towards this side with Filch pulling his ear.

"Professor Slughorn," Filch said wheezingly, the flesh on his jaw twitching, "I found this boy hiding in the upstairs corridor, which is against discipline. Because the Headmaster said earlier You are not allowed to walk around at night, so I want to ask if you sent him an invitation card?"

"No, okay?" Malfoy seemed to throw off Filch's arm angrily, "I did violate the school rules, is that enough?"

"It doesn't matter, Argus, it doesn't matter," Slughorn said, waving his hand. "Christmas, it's not a sin to want to go to the party. Let's forget it this time, and it won't be another case. Draco, you can stay."

Malfoy immediately put on a smile and thanked Slughorn for his clemency, while they talked about Malfoy's grandfather. But Lane noticed that Malfoy looked very mentally ill, as if he had been blitzed all night before the final exam for several days.

"I have something to tell you, Draco," Snape said suddenly.

"Gee, Severus," said Slughorn, belching again, "Christmas, don't be so hard on the kids—"

"I'm his headmaster, and it's up to me to decide whether to be strict or not." Snape said briefly, "Come with me, Draco."

"I'm going to the bathroom." Watching Snape and the others go away, Harry also found an excuse to squeeze out. He'd been in the bathroom long enough this time, though, that they didn't wait for Harry to return until the end of the evening. Fortunately, when they finally returned to the common room collectively, they learned the news of Harry's safe return from the fat lady at the door. Otherwise, Ginny would definitely be too nervous to sleep tonight.