Kanna's Transfer

Harry had never endured such an unpleasant lunch. For the entire afternoon, Horace Slughorn spent half his time rambling on about topics he found interesting, and the other half prattling on about old memories.

He told plenty of amusing anecdotes about famous witches and wizards, saying that when they had been at Hogwarts, they had all joined an organization called the Slug Club.

And this renowned club had been founded by him, its name taken from the first half of his surname.

It had originally just been a joke, but Horace Slughorn had found it amusing and kept it.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that the so-called lunch gathering finally came to an end.

"I didn't even notice they'd lit the lamps," Horace Slughorn said in surprise, as though he had only just realized how much time had passed.

"Well, much as I hate to say goodbye, you must hurry back and change into your school robes now... Kyle, Harry, you're welcome to come and see me anytime. The same goes for everyone else, of course."

Several Slytherin students stood up and sluggishly gathered their things. Only after Kyle, who had been seated near the door, left the compartment did they follow him out.

"It's finally over," Neville said with immense relief outside the compartment.

"Yeah," someone beside him agreed.

It was Belby. He glanced back into the compartment, then winked at Kyle and Harry. "A little secret: my uncle and I actually get along pretty well."

"Then why did you say that just now?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"My uncle taught me to," Belby said in a lowered voice. "He doesn't much like Professor Slughorn's style. When he found out Slughorn was coming back to teach at Hogwarts, he knew something like this would happen.

"So he