"I can't believe it, Harry, it seems that many people know that the Ministry of Magic has ordered the Weasley joke store." Ron sat next to Harry, "Do you know? Harry, when I was patrolling the carriage, many guys who used their noses to greet me on their own initiative and asked me if there was a possibility of agents of Weasley joke products. It was so cool to see their funny expressions."

"Yeah, it sounds good." Not only why, Harry was not very interested.

"Hey, buddy, cheer up." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "Don't care about the achievements, are you still afraid that you won't find a job in the future? Your godfather is Sirius. Black, the head of the Black family. If you feel embarrassed to rely on the help of your godfather, you can come to the Weasley joke store. You should know that their business is getting better and better now, and the store is not enough staff."

Harry's mind showed a scene of himself selling bloody nose cows to the chattering children, and he couldn't help but feel chills.

"No, thank you, Ron." Harry thought about how to reject Ron's kindness, "I mean." He pondered his words, feeling that he might hurt Ron next.

"After all, George and Fred are not big bosses of joke shops. I think - you shouldn't make decisions for them without authorization."

The smile on Ron's face quickly disappeared.

"Yes, they don't even want to give me a discount." Ron was depressed for a few seconds, but then became energetic, "But if you don't say it, I won't say it. No one else will know."

Harry admired Ron's optimism.

"I seemed to have forgotten something." Ron knocked his head, "By the way. Malfoy was not on duty today. He was just sitting in the car with a few other Slytherin classmates, who we saw as we passed."

Harry sat up straight and suddenly became interested. Missing the opportunity to show off his authority as a senior. This is not like Malfoy's style. He has been showing off his power last semester.

"What was he doing?"

"As usual," Ron said casually, making a rude gesture, "Brave all the messes in his house in the private room. It seems so amazing."

Ron made the gesture again, "I didn't pay attention to what he said specifically. Maybe his father had just found a very important position in the Ministry of Magic. It's really strange that those wizard nobles generally don't seek jobs in the Ministry of Magic."

"I don't know." Although Harry said this, his mind was spinning rapidly. Could it be that Malfoy had any conspiracy? So he didn't care about bullying the first-year student?

The door of the carriage was pulled open and a panting third-grade girl walked in.

"I'll give this to Harry Potter," she said stammeringly, her eyes immediately blushed with shame as soon as they met Harry. She handed over a roll of parchment paper tied with purple ribbons. Harry took the scroll of paper in confusion, and the girl stumbled out of the carriage.

"What?" Ron asked as Harry opened the scroll.

"An invitation," said Harry.

Harry:

I would be very happy if you could have lunch with me in carriage C.

You are faithful

Professor H.E.F.Slughorn

"Who is Professor Slughorn?" Harry asked in confusion at his invitation.

"It should be our new teacher, Harry." Ron was a little unsure. "Maybe it was the new teacher of Dark Magic Defense? Just like Lupin."

"Anyway, let's go and have a look first, Ron, are you going with me?"

Ron shook his head, "Harry, I haven't received a formal invitation." He pointed to the parchment. "Uninvited villains are very unpopular. I don't want to leave a bad impression on the new teacher before I even went to school. I'm the Gryffindor chief, so I can't be confused about this kind of problem."

"Okay, I'll go and see it myself."

When Harry arrived at the carriage C, he found that Slughorn had invited many students, and Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor was also here, and he seemed a little overwhelmed.

"You must be Harry Potter, my child! I am Slughorn." A fat old man jumped up as soon as he saw Harry. His big belly in velvet clothes almost filled the remaining space in the car. His bright bald head and the large silver beard were shining brightly in the sun like the gold buttons on his vest.

"It's great to see you, it's great to see you!" Slughorn seemed very enthusiastic. His eyes were eagerly looking at Harry, as if he was looking at some rare beast. This made Harry very uncomfortable.

He pulled Neville, who was standing aside, and said, "You know each other, since they are all students of Gryffindor."

Neville nodded, looking a little frightened.

Slughorn made a gesture, and the two of them sat face to face on the only two empty seats closest to the door. Harry glanced around the other invited people. He recognized a Slytherin student in the same grade as him, a tall black boy with high cheekbones, long eyes and a little overhanging at the corner. There were also two seventh grade boys Harry didn't know, and the corner squeezed beside Slughorn, with a confused look on his face, not knowing why he was here, it was Ginny!

"Okay, do you know all these people?" Slughorn asked Harry and Neville, "Bris Shabini is in the same grade as you, you must know--"

Shabini neither expressed his understanding nor said hello, and Harry and Neville did not respond, but this was also the usual way Gryffindor and Slytherin got along.

"This is Komie McClagan, maybe you've seen him before - he's also from Gryffindor, but he's a first-year senior than you."

McClagan is a big guy with thick hair. He raised one hand and Harry nodded at him. This man has been seen by Harry many times before, and he was selected by the Quidditch team in the yard. He always lost his name.

"This is Marcos Belby, from Ravenclaw."

Belby was thin and nervous, and he smiled unnaturally.

"This charming young lady tells me that she knows you!" Slughorn finally finished speaking.

Ginny grimaced Harry behind Slughorn.
Chapter completed!