"My dear boy," Slughorn began, placing his teacup down with a clatter in his apparent enthusiasm. "I don't mean to imply that you have any business down in that nasty harbor, no of course not! You are much too clever, like your father, to invest your company in that area of commerce. No, no," he shook his head wildly. "I only meant I understand how well-liked and accepted you are by so many Londoners."