Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Don't use this kind of naive literary trick to pretend, it will only make you insult your own family name." Maca just smiled innocently, but in Lev's eyes, it was totally gloomy. Sneer.

An irritation flashed in Lev's eyes, but his noble education allowed him to maintain a minimum of calm.

"Did I insult my last name? You don't need to judge it." He stared at Maca. "Then what is your last name? McLagan?"

Obviously, he heard what Layla and Maca had just said.

"Yes, my last name is McLeghan." Maca still had a smile on his face, making it hard to see if he was answering seriously.

"Huh," Lev said disdainfully, "I have been reciting the family names and family crests since I was a child, but I have never heard of a small family like you who didn't know where it came from."

"You only need to remember that my name is Maca." Maca stared at the opponent's eyes, and passed the goblet in his hand to Lev, who subconsciously took it.

But the next moment, Lev felt as if he saw a skull made of black smoke in Maca's eyes. He was shocked, and a feeling that his soul was shaking rose up.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Maca, Ernie and others had already been chatting at the table next to him.

He glanced at Maca hesitantly, only to find that the other person happened to turn his head and showed him a weird smile.

Lev hurriedly avoided his eyes, and walked towards his father.

"What's the matter?" Old Avery frowned.

"That kid doesn't know what trick he did--" Lev sat down beside his father, grunting.

"Speak well." Old Avery interrupted him immediately.

"Uh... I'm sorry, father." Lev immediately sat upright. "Just...I'm sure it was some kind of dark magic...but I don't know how he did it..."

Lev described what he had just felt to his father in detail.

Old Avery lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment before he said, "That should be some magic related to the soul..."

He paused, and then solemnly said: "We are here for an important purpose. Don't mess with that kid in the next time--"

"Then I just swallow this breath?" Lev said angrily.

Old Avery sneered and said, "Even if I don't say anything, do you dare to go back and pay the bill back?"

Lev's face became stiff, he let out a cold snort, turned his head and stopped talking.

Elder Avery looked at his son and shook his head secretly-he knew his own son, if Lev had the courage, what if the family's purpose could not be achieved this time?

Speaking of it, this time is just a test, after all, it is really not an overnight thing.

"...Maca, what did you just do? I saw that guy took your wine glass and sent it for a while."

On the other side, Ernie asked curiously.

"It's just a small trick." Maca waved his hand casually, but his ears were always paying attention to the conversation on the nearby dining tables.

He didn't want to miss any piece of information available.

While Maca is waiting for an opportunity at the intricate banquet of many family forces, the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts has also begun.

The tables in the auditorium were moved to a place against the wall, and there was only a round table for twelve people in the center.Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all sitting there, as was Filch, the janitor.

By the way, Filch has taken off his usual brown coat and is wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.

Besides them, there were only three students-two extremely nervous first graders and a gloomy sixth grader from Slytherin House.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said when Harry, Ron, and Hermione also came here, "We are not many people, it's a bit silly to use the tables in the courtyards... Come sit down, sit down. "

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side in the empty seats.

"Firecrackers!"

Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing Snape the tail tip of a big silver firecracker, and Snape took it reluctantly.The firecracker exploded with a "bang", revealing a top-top witch hat with a specimen of a mountain sculpture on the top of the hat.

Harry remembered about Bogut, looked at each other with Ron, and both grinned.

In the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class this semester, facing Neville's inner fear, Bogut became the image of Snape.But in the end, Neville used the spell Lupin taught to replace all the clothes on "Snape" with his grandma's.

Harry and they all remembered that this strange big hat was on "Snape" at the time?

Beside Dumbledore, Snape's mouth pursed, he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately replaced it with his wizard hat.

"Eat!" he said with a smile to the whole table.

Just as Harry fetched baked potatoes for himself, the hall door was opened again.

Professor Trelawney came in, she seemed to be standing on a wheel, "sliding" towards everyone.

As if to celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which made her look more like a shiny oversized dragonfly.

"Sybil, it makes me happy that you are here!" Dumbledore said and stood up.

"Principal, I have been watching the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said in a vague tone. "To my surprise, I saw myself abandon the lunch that I used alone and come to your dinner party... Who is it, how can you refuse the urge of fate? I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late..."

"Of course, of course." Dumbledore looked at her brightly, "Let me get you a chair—"

He waved his magic wand and pulled a chair from mid-air. The chair turned in mid-air for a few seconds before making a dull noise and falling between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down.Her big eyes kept scanning around the round table, and then suddenly she let out a low scream.

"Oh-I can't dare, principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! There is nothing more unlucky than'thirteen'! Never forget that if 13 people eat together, the last The one who stands up will die first!"

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Sit down. The turkey is as cold as a rock."

Professor Trelawney hesitated, seemingly about to gritted his teeth and sit down, but did not expect Dumbledore to smile.

"It seems that there is another guest today...I'll go get her in."

Dumbledore was about to stand up, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"I'll come and go..." she said, "Is it at the gate?"

"Oh-yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded. "Then I will trouble you, Minerva."

"Let me go..." Filch said, then turned and walked outside the door.

Professor Trelawney was obviously relieved, she took her seat safely, and Professor McGonagall put a large spoon into the nearest large tureen.

"Do you want tripe, Sybil?"

Professor Trelawney ignored her.

She opened her eyes, looked around again, and asked, "Where is the dear Professor Lupin?"

"I'm afraid this poor man is sick again," said Dumbledore. "It's very unlucky that he fell ill on Christmas."

"But you must already know, don't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

It seems that among professors, Professor Trelawney is not very popular either-after all, she is always talking about bad luck, death and the like.

Professor Trelawney looked at Professor McGonagall indifferently.

"Of course I know, Minerva," she said calmly, "but people don't show off that they know everything...I often maintain my behavior as if I don't have a third eye, so that others I won’t feel nervous about it."

"This can explain a lot of problems." Professor McGonagall said sharply.

Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less vague.

"If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for long. He himself seems to understand that his time is running out-I volunteered to show him the crystal ball He always avoids it when it comes to time!"

"Think about it," Professor McGonagall said dryly.

"I think," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, "Professor Luhu won't be in danger right away. Severus, did Maca make potions for him again?"

"Yes, principal." Snape replied, "McLean is very good. His level of potion preparation is constantly improving."

"Okay," said Dumbledore, "then he will be able to get out of bed and walk around soon...oh, the guest is here."

As if confirming Dumbledore's words, the door of the auditorium immediately opened again. Behind Filch, a woman in light-colored witch robes was followed, and they walked into the middle of the auditorium one after another.

Dumbledore stood up and smiled and said, "Merry Christmas, this guest... I wonder if I can help you?"

The young witch looked very beautiful, but her long and thin eyebrows were frowning at the moment, and it seemed that she had serious concerns.

"Oh yes... Merry Christmas, Principal Dumbledore." She said nervously. "Sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed you on this celebrated day, but-is Mr. McLean here?"

"Oh—what did I see—" Professor Trelawney, who had just turned her head, was suddenly covered with horror. She screamed, "Leaving bad luck, that's a trouble!"

Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawney, then at the young witch who had stopped, and finally reached out and invited: "It's okay, come... sit down and speak slowly..."