On the Pureblood side, the Macmillan family, the Bones family, and Augusta Longbottom, who wore a hat topped with a stuffed eagle, were seated together. Their gazes fell on the smug-looking Hector Fawley, who was chatting warmly with former Minister Cornelius Fudge and Professor Slughorn.
Dressed in a pinstriped suit, purple pointed boots, and a dark green bowler hat, the retired Fudge looked positively rosy. His belly had swollen until it was almost as large as Professor Slughorn's, as if he were carrying a huge balloon inside it. Slughorn's walrus-like, thick silver Beard had been carefully groomed, his bald pate gleamed, and his face was ruddy.
"That coward Slughorn was afraid of getting dragged into the whirlpool between Dumbledore, the Purebloods, Voldemort, and Harry. He didn't want to get involved with any side, so he hid all over the place. I heard he even lived in Muggle houses before. Now that things are becoming clear, he's come rushing over to join the celebration." Noticing Macmillan's gaze beside him, Algy Longbottom said with some disdain, "And Fawley too. After he was swept up like the rest of you and made a member of that Review Committee, it seems he was so frightened by Lenn Harris before that he's completely gone over to their side now... Looks like they've fed him well with those Muggle businesses."
"The fact that Slughorn has chosen to settle on Floating City and attend this celebration now shows his judgment..." Mrs. Longbottom clutched her bright red handbag and sat very straight as she glared at Algy. "But this slug is still very clever. His house was obtained through those personal connections of his, not directly through the Harris Family, so even if something happens later, he can pull out quickly."
"The Goblins of Gringotts being so immersed