"It sounds like this party is dedicated to entertaining Slughorn's favorites." Ron was a little frustrated.

"Ron, you know I'm not interested in those parties at all, it's Slughorn's own idea," Harry explained, taking the pod from Ron.

"Don't shrink, squeeze out the juice quickly, while it's fresh, the quality is the best!" shouted Professor Sprout.

Harry complained, and he pressed the pod with both hands, squeezing it with his strength, trying to squeeze its juice into the bowl, "Slughorn always invites some strange people."

"But those people are Slughorn's former proud disciples, and this time he even invited Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harby team."

"What?"

"The captain of the Holyhead Hubby team, Gwenog Jones, and Harry Holyhead Hubby team is the oldest Quidditch team in Wales, and was established in 1203. The Holyhead Hubby team has always been maverick to recruit only pure male players, until Gwenog Jones broke this unwritten ancient tradition and finally became the captain. This is a Quidditch female player who created a miracle and an amazing expert." Ron said yearningly, "I really want to get her signature, Harry!"

"But aren't you a supporter of the Chadri Artillery?" Harry asked strangely, "Halleyhead Habi is the mortal enemy of the Chadri Artillery."

"It's OK," said Ron. "All I want is Gwenog Jones' signature, she's a legend who can break the tradition."

"Why are you so clear about the party?" Harry asked strangely.

"This is Ravende—"

"Quiet, Porter and Weasley, I noticed that you haven't done anything yet," yelled Professor Sprout.

"Anyway, I want a signature from Gwenog Jones, Harry." Ron whispered.

"But I don't want to go to that party at all." Harry continued to pound the elastic pod with a small shovel.

"Then let me go." Ron whispered.

"What?" Harry smashed the bowl without knocking the pod.

"Recover as before!" He quickly poked the fragments with his magic wand, recited a spell, and the bowl was immediately glued to its original state.

"Harry, haven't you done it yet?" The broken sound of the bowl caught Neville's attention. "According to the "Carnivorous Tree", you must use a pointed thing to pierce it."

"Thank you, Neville." Ron said casually, "Give me that pod and let me do it."

Ron took the pod, took out a knife and stabbed it, "I mean, I can pretend to be you with a compound decoction."

"Compound Decoction?"

"Yes." Ron said excitedly, "think about it, I just need to use compound decoction to make you, and then I can go to Professor Slughorn's party?"

He said as he opened the pod. Suddenly, the bowl was full of small bumps like light green caterpillars.

"Harry, you must help me. You don't really want to go to this party, so I'll do it for you."

"But why do you have to use my appearance?" Harry looked at Ron's crazy star-chasing look, and he was a little worried, worried that he would do something extraordinary with his identity.

"Don't worry, Harry, I won't do anything that embarrasses you. If you really don't worry, you can turn into Neville and go with me."

"Why?" Harry said while pretending to deal with that Tatten, "You can go with me as Neville, why is it so troublesome?"

"Because Neville has been a younger brother who holds dishes several times, I don't want to do this job. Gwennog Jones will definitely ignore Neville Longbottom who holds dishes. You are one of Professor Slughorn's darlings. Of course, you are not aware of the pain of those who have been abandoned by Slughorn. Do you know the Belby of Ravenclaw? It's the one who once attended a party on the train with you. He has seen many toilets."

"Oh, Merlin." Harry exclaimed. "Then why do they still want to go?"

"Because they are not the famous Harry Potter. Every student hopes to be invited by Professor Slughorn. It is a glory to be able to attend his party. Harry, I know you are disgusted with gatherings of this nature, but this kind of gathering is very rare for students. Not everyone can meet some elites from all walks of life in their student days. This is too beneficial for ordinary wizards. Even if you go to hold dishes and look at the toilet, you can still seize some opportunities to make people look familiar."

"So how can you be sure that Neville will promise me to dress up like him?"

"Because last week his grandmother heard that he was serving plates for someone at the party, she got furious and used her own connections to win a place to stay for Neville. In other words, Neville will definitely become a teacher at Hogwarts in the future, so he doesn't need to use his brain to please anyone."

"It sounds so complicated." Harry sighed.

"Anyway, if you are a friend, please satisfy my wish. I promise to have only one signature." Ron said sincerely. "You can also pretend to be Neville and do things that you can't do when you are Harry Potter!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!