Chapter 114: Christmas daily

Christmas is coming, and many students at Hogwarts have chosen to return to their homes and spend the holiday with their parents. Hunting "Wen Wang" W. "LieWen. CC
But Harry, Ron, and Hermione chose to stay in school.
Harry knew that the two of them actually stayed for him.
Since the last time he returned from Hogsmeade, Harry's mood has been in a low state. He is very upset. Anyone who knows such a cruel reality will not feel good, and he is very close to everyone. Hidden from him, why did his parents betrayed by his best friend, but no one ever told him?
"Harry, you need to be calm. They're not afraid of you doing stupid things if they don't tell you." Hermione stood staring at Harry by the fireplace and said seriously.
"Yeah, Blake just wanted you to know the truth, so he just set a trap for you and waited for you to throw the net." Ron said worriedly.
Perhaps the only thing that can comfort her is that Hermione has reconciled with Ron for the time being.
He knew that Hermione even found Ron after he worried about him after that day and asked him to persuade himself.
But the hatred in his heart was like an unsolved poison, and the black laughter in the newspaper appeared in his mind all the time. He smiled like that, and blasted his father's good friend in the bustling neighborhood. It was broken into pieces, and no matter how his friends persuaded, it would not help.
"Your complexion looks bad, Harry."
"I'm fine." Harry forced a smile.
"It's too fake." Ron said more anxiously. They had been with each other for so long, and it was still obvious whether they were cheering.
Harry also missed Hagrid especially now. He didn't know where Hagrid had gone. Until now, there was no news. They were all worried about Hagrid.
On Christmas Day, he received gifts from everyone, such as a scarlet hooded coat given to him by Mrs. Weasley.
But what surprised him most was that he received a new broom.
Firebolt!
Exquisite workmanship, smooth lines, perfect feel, first-rate flying broom!
He and Ron studied the broom almost all morning, and he was very excited, so that he would have more chances to win in future games.
They guessed many people and who sent it, but they were all denied.
Soon Hermione met them in the lounge. She didn't congratulate him when she saw it. Instead, she even persuaded him not to use the broom. She suspected that the broom might be a conspiracy, which might be dangerous.
"Oh my goodness, this broom may have been given to Harry by Sirius Black, right, he wanted to murder Harry, the way to murder was to win Harry the Quidditch Cup, and then he was happy to die, right? ?" Ron said impatiently.
Eventually, Hermione and Ron quarreled about the spotting and Crookshanks, sitting in the two corners of the lounge, and Hermione stared at Harry's broom from time to time, just as the broom offended her.
At lunch, they all went to the hall, and now the tables there were moved to the wall, and there was only one table for twelve people in the center of the room. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there, as was the gatekeeper Filch. Filch had taken off his usual brown coat and wore a very old and rather outdated tuxedo. In addition to them, there is a first-year Gryffindor student, as well as Malfoy and Pansy of Slytherin.
"I really can't figure out why they stayed in school." Ron muttered to Harry in a low voice. He didn't want to see the man who had "saved" him in name.
Harry didn't speak.
Hermione saw Malfoy and recalled what she heard in Hogsmeade that day.
At that time she did not dare to get too close, fearing to be revealed, she vaguely felt that this situation was somewhat similar, giving her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The further back, Malfoy and Foggy’s voices were lowered, so that she didn’t hear clearly, but there was still a keyword for her to hear, such as "Black, big news, redeeming prestige" In a similar way, she inferred that Malfoy might have learned about Black's whereabouts from some sources, and then disclosed it to Fudge, allowing him to restore his reputation.
Even though she was not used to the occasional act and tone of the Minister of Magic, she still believed that at least Fudge was on their side. At that time, Fudge was not pretending to talk about the indignation expressed about Black's past.
This also made her worry about Harry's emotions subside a lot. She believed that Blake would be arrested and brought to the crime soon. At that time, Fudge's excitement was deeply imprinted in her mind, if not yet Taking into account her own image, she believed that maybe Fudge would be dancing with excitement on the spot.
After that, she didn’t listen anymore. She had to find Harry as soon as possible, so that he wouldn’t be stupid, even if he saw Harry again that day, it was already in the public lounge of Gryffindor at night. It's still early to go back.
In order to avoid disputes, she chose to keep what she heard confidential, but she knew Ron's prejudice against Malfoy. If he was told, he might have other accidents.
"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore, interrupting Hermione's thoughts, when the three of them approached the table together. "We don't have many people. It's a bit silly to use the tables in the various courtyards.. Sit down, sit down!" Dumbledore looked at them with a smile.
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.
"Firecrackers!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing the tip of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who took it reluctantly. The firecracker slammed like a gun and spread out, revealing a big witch hat with a top, and a mountain carving specimen on the top of the hat.
Pansy, who was sitting on the side, laughed aloud, Snape's waxy face was expressionless and did not say anything. His tolerance for the students of his college was still relatively high, and it is now a festival.
Harry and Ron grinned at each other, just restrained.
Snape's mouth was pursed. He pushed the hat to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately replaced it with his wizard hat.
"Eat!" he said to the whole table with a smile.
"When are we going?" Pansy whispered intimately on Malfoy's shoulder. He said he had prepared secret weapons for their team at Christmas, which made her very excited. Her teammates Having arrived at the place they had agreed upon, Malfoy said that he had something trivial at school and would rush over later, so she decided to stay with him.
"Soon, we will be out after this meal. It is not convenient for us to fill our stomachs during the journey." Malfoy explained.
"Don't be too excited, this is a special training at the expense of your holiday, you have to be prepared for hardships," Malfoy added.
"As long as you can win the championship, everything is fine." Pansy's eyes brightened.
"They certainly don't know that you now have the world's most advanced broom." Ron heard their conversation and couldn't help but want to laugh, so he gathered Harry's ear and lowered his voice. "This is definitely a secret weapon they never thought of."
"In the end it still depends on ourselves." Harry said, but his expression still betrayed his inner pleasure, and he looked forward to the surprised appearance of the Slytherin players.
It's just that because of the round-robin system, this time the Quidditch Cup and the team of Slytherin will no longer meet, which makes Harry somewhat disappointed.
"Oh, why didn't you let me go to Hogsmeade last time? Just leave me in school alone?" Pansy asked suddenly. There was a little dissatisfaction in the tone. Just now, because of the "special training", the mood changed happily, and the weather turned cloudy.
"This is just a small punishment for your last drink. It is better to drink this kind of drink at your age." He handed her a cup of honey tea while talking to Malfoy.
"Oh, okay." She took her lips and took it, but she didn't take a sip.
"Does this sausage taste good?" This was Dumbledore's voice, and he was questioning Malfoy sitting beside him.
"Of course, Professor." Malfoy nodded politely, and then took a plate of sausages that Dumbledore handed him.
At this moment, the door of the hall opened. It was Professor Trelawney who came in. She taxied to everyone as if standing on wheels. To celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, making her look more like a bright extra large dragonfly.
"Sybil, you're so happy to be here," Dumbledore said as he prepared to get up to meet her.
But just as he was about to stand up, a loud bark suddenly sounded from under the table.
"Spotted, what's the matter with you." The spot hidden in Ron's arms suddenly jumped out of the air and ran out of his mind at the table filled with dishes. He rushed left and right, as if there was something to kill behind. Like a ghost, many dishes were overturned on the table by it. There was a banging sound of glass ping-pong and some bad luck. It fell directly to the ground, shattered, and made a loud noise.
In the end it jumped from the dining table, not knowing where it went.
"Don't look at me." Hermione spread her hands and sighed. "For this mouse, Crookshank has been locked in the bedroom by me." Ron looked at Hermione almost immediately. Min explained this.
"You won't be able to tell the cat or the dog from barking," Hermione said helplessly.
"For the first time, I saw a mouse scared by the sound of a dog. Shouldn't the mouse be afraid of cats? Weasley's pets are really unusual." Pansy laughed.
"You!" Ron glared at Pansy, but had no time to argue with her.
"It's a lively pet." Dumbledore said with a twisted beard and a smile. He just got up and was interrupted by a dog barking. He didn't continue to stand up and greet him, and continued to sit.
"Weasley, it looks like your two elder brothers have made another prank." Malfoy bent down, glanced at the legs of the table, then stretched out his hand and pulled it out, taking out a scarlet belt and carrying it Some striped speakers.
"Look." Malfoy poked the horn again, and now the cat's lazy "meow" cried out.
"The two rascals aren't even safe for Christmas." Filch's face was black like carbon.
"It's better to be festive, I think it's good." Dumbledore was still happy, even reaching for the horn and pressing it.
"Quack."
The sound of ducks came out again.
"Look, how interesting it reminds me of their roaring letters from last semester." Dumbledore said while playing the horn.
"Oh, Sybil, why can't you come here, there is still a space here." Dumbledore waved to Professor Trelawney again.
"Principal, I have been watching the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said, using her most obscure and distant voice. "What surprised me was that I saw myself abandoning the lunch I used alone. Take part in your dinner. Who am I, how can I 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 said, his eyes bright, "Let me bring you a chair--"
Sure enough, he pulled a chair in the air with his wand. The chair turned in the air for a few seconds before a loud noise fell between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes kept looking at the table, and suddenly a low scream.
"I dare not, principal! If I sit down, there are thirteen people at a table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget, if thirteen people eat together, the first one will stand up after a meal People will die first!"
"We are willing to take this risk, Sybil." Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey will be as cold as a stone."
"No, I'll just go now." Malfoy stood up. "To be honest, I'm full, and now I have to pack our bags. Let's meet at the door two hours later, Pansy." Malfoy followed Pansy with his chair.
"Everyone~EbookFREE.me~ Please enjoy it slowly." He said politely.
"Now I'm gone, you don't have to worry about joining just twelve others, right, professor?" Malfoy walked to Professor Trelawney and whispered.
"That's as if I drove you away." Professor Trelawney muttered, and then sat on the empty chair, his expression on his face eased a lot.
"Of course not." Malfoy said with a smile, then turned and walked quickly to the exit of the auditorium.
"Let's continue." Dumbledore raised the glass in front of him and said to the crowd.
So the students and teachers in front of the dining table began to enjoy the delicious food in front of them, but Ron looked at the exit from time to time with worry, still worried about his pet mouse.
"It seems that the mouse should be the first to leave the table?"
"You are the thirteenth man, Peter." Malfoy sighed as one foot stepped out of the door. (To be continued.)