Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

As the saying goes, "Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a gentleman, and dinner like a poor man." This sentence was originally used to discuss healthy eating, but it does not violate the three meals a day in the UK. sense.

It is said that the British cuisine will make you think that you have strayed into a dark country, but in fact, British breakfast is not as terrible as foreigners know.On the contrary, even Muggle writer Maugham, who was born in Paris, France, once said that if you want to eat well in the UK, you might as well have breakfast three times a day!

Of course, Maca feels that it just doesn't hurt if there is no contrast.

"...Come on, taste this roasted quail," Slughorn graciously forked a ball of dark and dry stuff on the Maca plate, and said excitedly, "You know, although Huo Gwarz’s food has always been very popular, but it’s still too greasy for us seniors. I made these roasted quails myself-it’s been a long time since I went to the kitchen, and the elves are still so kind!"

Yes, if it is a normal breakfast, such as bacon or omelette, it is indeed okay, but the roast quail made by this old man is not so easy to accept.

Maca nodded at him, and then pushed the ghost quail aside without a trace, so that it would not block the cream cheese mashed potato he was eating with its teeth and claws.

Fortunately, Slughorn didn't continue to stare at him, instead he forkped another roasted quail and turned his head to aim at Harry's plate.

The breakfast was actually quite hearty. Except for Slughorn’s ingenious roast quail, everything else seemed very appetizing.It's just that the atmosphere on this table is a bit weird.

Ron was staring at Draco, while Draco was immersed in a piece of grilled sausage; Hermione’s fork was poking at the single-sided omelet, but her attention was clearly lost. In the corner of her eye, Luna didn't even notice the half-solidified egg yolk flowing out.

On the other side of the table, Neville, he probably didn't get enough sleep yet, he could doze off with half a slice of toast in his mouth.

In the end, naturally, there was Harry, who was trying his best to deal with the enthusiasm of Slughorn, so as to avoid the last roasted quail from falling into his own plate.

The meaning of Slughorn's hiding behind the meal was actually quite obvious. Before Harry came here, he focused his attention on Maca.And when Harry took his seat, he decisively moved the goal of rapport to the sad Harry.

"...McLean's performance at the Quidditch World Cup was really wonderful, wasn't it?"

Slughorn was talking to Harry about the Maca's World Cup, the shriveled quail on the tip of the fork was shaken by him, as if he had come back from the dead.

"At that time, no one knew he was acting. The flying skills he showed were genuine! Did you know? I was there at the time—well, if I wanted to, Gwenog would help me get it. Tickets that cost nothing. Of course, I mean Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Hobbi team. He is also a student I taught before..."

It is Slughorn's specialty to show off his extensive communication anytime, anywhere.He can turn the famous characters he knows and plant them into the conversation, and then naturally tell others to know.

"Seriously, I mentioned it to Gwenog in the letter," the old man continued to mutter with great interest, regardless of whether Harry listened or not. "At the time, McLean had not announced his and Albus’s plan, so Gwenog did not say much about McLean in his reply—"

Having said that, Slughorn turned his head again and smiled at Maca.Maca, who was chewing on the grilled sausage, shrugged indifferently, indicating that he would not care about it.

"...Hey, but even though she was a little angry at McLean's actions to disrupt the World Cup,

As he said, he paused for a while, and then said with emotion: "I think if McLean doesn't want to be a professor in the future, maybe he can still participate in Quidditch competitions-he must be world-class! I can win a series of championships for my team!"

Children mostly like Quidditch, and this has always been the case since Slughorn was young.He guessed right, even now, this sport is still the favorite of most little wizards.

"Oh! Sir, did you just say you know Gwenog Jones?" Ron stopped staring at Draco, who was strangely silent today.

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn nodded, pretending to be reserved, "You heard, I taught her before—potions class, you know."

Ron got his confirmation again, and then looked at Maca in surprise.

"Last time at my house, you told Ginny that someone could help her get a signed photo of Gwenog. Are you talking about Mr. Slughorn?"

He was talking about the previous three-on-three matchup at The Burrow. Before the game, Maca did mention this to Ginny.Seeing Ron talk about it at this time, Maca nodded very simply.

"Autographed photo?" Slughorn seemed to have found a breakthrough point, and rushed in, "That's easy—trust me, it can't be easier than that! Ginny? It's your little girl. Friends, Mr. Weasley?"

"Uh, no, no..." Ron waved his hand repeatedly, "Ginny is my sister."

"Really?" Slughorn didn't care what the relationship was. He only needs to know that the two are very close. "You ask Miss Weasley to wait. Next time I can also invite him. Participate in a small private event I organized, and then I can personally give her the signed photo!"

"Oh! That's not bad," Ron seemed very concerned about everything that would make his baby sister happy. "If Ginny knew about it, she would be very happy! But..."

He said, but then asked Maca: "Why did you say that it was the next school year? I heard it in the broom room. You made Ginny look forward to the next school year..."

Hearing the words, Maca looked at Slughorn and motioned to him if he wanted to announce it himself.

When Slughorn saw Maca questioning himself with his eyes, he thought for a while, and he moved the chair under his hips and stood up with a smile on his face.

"McLean is not wrong, but due to some circumstances, this time needs to be slightly advanced." The old man pretended to pull his collar, as if he wanted to look more dignified, "all the young people present here. Mrs. and Ms. are not outsiders, so you can know earlier than the other classmates—from today on, I will officially return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and become the school’s potions professor again!"

For a moment, Harry and the others were all stunned in their seats, only two of them clapped sparsely.One of them is naturally Maca, and the other is Draco. It seems that he has known about this a long time ago.

"Then... Snape?" Harry was the first to say.

There is an old British saying that "the one who cares most about you is always your enemy", but at this time this sentence was vividly expressed on Harry.

"Professor Snape will replace Dolores Umbridge, who voluntarily resigned, to serve as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in this temporary vacancy." Maca casually explained, "Don't roll your eyes in a hurry, trust me, He is at least much stronger than Umbridge... As for how strong he is, you can experience it yourself next!"

"Oh--"

Even Maca’s comfort could not stop Ron and Harry’s heartfelt wailing. Even Neville, who was dozing off, was stimulated by the name "Snape" and woke up with a slice of tomato in his mouth. Zi fell back into his dinner plate.

"...So, I will teach you the wonderful course of "potions" in the future!" Slughorn's attention was not on Snape's body at all, he was still publishing it on his own. My own speech, "Maybe you have not been able to feel the charm of this course before, but I will make you really interested in it! By the way, I will tell you an exclusive good news-your Mike Professor Lane will be a special guest in my first class, and he and I will show you the glory of potions!"

Perhaps because the name "McLean" was mentioned so many times during this breakfast, Draco finally pulled his eyeballs out of the grilled sausage and swept hesitantly in Maca's direction.

Since Draco was sitting in a seat next to Slughorn, this made Slughorn notice Draco's sight.For some reason, Slughorn, who was originally fond of this kind of pull style, ended his inaugural speech like this and suddenly brought the topic to Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't you have something to say to McLean?" There was a kindness on his face, as if he had become a kind grandfather in an instant. "I think it's a good one now Timing, if you have anything you want to say, you can say it now! For the sake of my face, I believe McLean will be willing to listen...Is it?"

Slughorn's last "is it" was clearly addressed to Maca.He wasn't very interested in his "face" Maca, but he would like to know what Draco wanted to say.