Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!By the time of lunch, the auditorium had been completely renewed.

The long table was moved to the corner, and a table for twelve people was placed in the center of the room.

Professor Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape and Sprout are all here.

The leader takes the four guardians of the Dharma, and the all-star luxury lineup!

Filch was there too. He took off his usual brown jacket and wore a very irritating tuxedo.

Holding a goblet in his hand, there is a rich Assam milk tea inside.

He swung the cup, reached the tip of his nose, and sniffed vigorously.

The movements are elegant and impeccable.

What William can say can only be summarized: high class!

Nicol was sitting next to Dumbledore, chatting with Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick’s bells of laughter came from time to time.

Snape poured tea on the other side, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at him like hell.

"Come on, just waiting for you." Dumbledore smiled and seemed very happy.

He also winked playfully at William.

William felt weird, especially after knowing that the principal and Grindelwald had a relationship that ended without a disease.

Of course, Dumbledore was really happy, because William's Christmas gift was woolen socks.

Those wools were all shaved off by Dobby, pollution-free and pollution-free, and came from the lovely goats that Aberforth injected with countless bones and blood.

After William and the others were seated, they sat side by side at the end of the table, a table with exactly twelve people.

"Nuclear bomb!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically.

He didn't know where to take out a small nuclear bomb and handed it to Snape.

Professor Snape unwillingly took the pull.

The nuclear bomb "firecrackers" slammed, like a thousand cherry blossoms, scattered, revealing a big red witch hat with a penguin specimen on the top of the hat.

Snape thought of his photos of women's clothing, and his face suddenly didn't look good.

He smirked again and pushed the hat to Dumbledore, and the principal put it on his head cheerfully.

He also asked Professor Snape to help him take a look at which angle was better.

"Eat, you are welcome!" Dumbledore said with a smile to the whole table.

Nicol took out a large bottle of Sherry, Snape picked it up and filled it up with several people.

He is an escort role today.

Professor Snape did not get up, but pushed along the table, pushing the bottle to William's side.

He smiled maliciously: "Drink."

Under Professor Snape's scrutiny, William filled several people with wine.

The wine is rich in aroma, and it is a good wine that Nicol has collected for many years.

William didn't drink it because it was poisonous and Snape had just secretly taken it down.

Seeing William didn't drink, Hermione and Annie didn't move their glasses either.

Harry and Ron were about to pick up their cups and taste the saltiness when the hall was suddenly opened.

Professor Trelawney walked in. She was wearing a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which looked like a shiny oversized dragonfly.

It's more Lovegood than Luna!

Her way of appearance is also very strange, sliding towards everyone like a dementor.

William couldn't help lowering his head, wanting to see if she was stepping on the Hot Wheels.

"Mr. Stark, it's very rude to stare at the bottom of a beautiful lady's skirt like this." Professor Trelawney glanced at him.

Everyone also looked at William with strange eyes.

It seems that he is a stinky hooligan who is running around on the subway and buses, taking pictures of other people's skirts.

"Sybil, what a pleasure you are here!" Dumbledore said and stood up.

"Principal, I have been watching the crystal ball."

Professor Trelawney seemed to use a voice changer, and her voice suddenly became blurred and ethereal.

"There are uneasy things happening at Christmas. I feel the danger of this banquet.

I didn't want to come, but what surprised me was that I used my third eye to see myself in advance and abandoned my lunch alone to come to your banquet.

Who am I, how can I refuse the call of fate?

I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late..."

If you don't want to spend Christmas alone, just say it straight...and with so many excuses, Professor Trelawney is enough to circumscribe.

Professor McGonagall snorted in his nose.

"Of course, I forgive you for being late. Your dress is so beautiful, it matches your style and taste."

Dumbledore's eyes were bright and he seemed to really like it.

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He waved his wand in the air, and a chair appeared out of thin air.

It turned in mid-air for a few seconds before making a dull sound and landing next to Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore sat back in his chair with satisfaction.

The principal was obviously doing something deliberately. Everyone knew that the relationship between Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney was... very tense.

He deliberately let the two sit together.

This is equivalent to arranging seats in the United Nations, placing the representatives of Israel and Iran and Jordan in a row.

There is a high probability of being surrounded by two people.

So Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes kept looking all over the table, and suddenly she let out a dramatic scream.

"I don'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 first person to stand up after the meal will die!"

"We are willing to take the risk, Sybil." Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Sit down. The turkey is as cold as a wandering ball."

Professor Trelawney hesitated, dragged his chair, and squeezed in between William and Ron.

Ron had to stand up and moved his position towards Harina.

Professor Trelawney sat steadily in the chair.

"My child, your ominous body is getting more and more serious...Ah, what a pity." Trelawney whispered.

Ron smashed Harry's glass, and sherry spilled both of them.

Trelawney smiled with satisfaction, and she glanced at William again.

"Mr. Stark, I should have asked the students to bring you words more than once..."

"I'm very busy these days, Professor." William explained in a low voice.

"Who is not busy." Professor Trelawney sighed deeply.

"I'm busy protecting the world, and I'm going to fight against the dark forces that are powerful and numerous.

I have to stare at the future from time to time to prevent dark creatures from crossing the long river of time, and wipe everyone away with a slap...

"But am I absent?" Professor Trelawney suddenly turned, "No! For me, saving the world is a part-time job, and my job is still to be done."

"Well, if you don't go, I'll tell you, my child, you will definitely hang up this semester.

The principal can't keep you, I said!

I have seen it with my third eye."

"Professor, the prediction may be wrong in the future... By the way, have you received the Christmas gift I gave you?" William lowered his voice.

"I'm in a hurry, I might have missed it." Trelawney looked at William deeply.

"Several bottles of sherry." William said in a whisper.

Professor Trelawney coughed and shook her wavy hair.

"...You're fine, really fine, William." Trelawney changed her tune, not calling "Stark".

"Perhaps, you are right, no matter how great a prophet is, there are times when he is wrong."

Hermione, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Dumbledore raised his cup and said happily, "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

William had just poured the antidote into the Hermione and Anne cups.

The three raised the cup together and touched each other.

Professor Trelawney picked up the glass belonging to Ron and shook it up.

Good wine,

She smelled the rich aroma of wine outside her corridor, otherwise she would not come.

Deep feelings, braised in one mouthful!

Professor Trelawney smacked his lips and was aftertaste, suddenly rolling her eyes, foaming at the mouth, and twitching her limbs.

"This wine... is poisonous..."

She leaned over on the table, her face stuck in the turkey in front of her.

Sure enough, as Minerva said, it's hard and like a wandering ball!

Everyone looked at Professor Snape.

Snape had a sullen face, slapped the table angrily, and said, "Who poisoned it? It must be investigated thoroughly... Principal, I suspect Blake has sneaked into Hogwarts.

He must have done it!"

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