Chapter 109: Prelude to Doom

"... Don't use this childish text trick to pretend, it will only make you insult your family's last name." Maca just smiled, but in Lev's eyes, it was completely a kind of Sneer.
There was a tinge of annoyance in Pelev's eyes, but the education of the nobleman from an early age kept him at least calm.
"Did I insult my last name, it doesn't need you to judge it." He glared at Marka, "So what's your surname? McLegan?"
It was obvious that he had heard what Laila and Maca had said just now.
对 "Yes, my last name is McLegan." Maca still smiled, making it hard to see whether he was seriously answering.
"Hum," Lev said disdainfully, "I have been recitation of family names and family crests since I was a child, but I have never heard of such a small family that you do not know where to come from."
"You just have to remember my name is Maca." Maca stared at the other person's eyes and passed the goblet in his hand to Lev's hand, and the other person 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 kind of soul was shaking.
When he returned to God, he found that Maca, Ernie and others had already chatted at the table next to him.
He glanced at Maca hesitantly, only to find that the other happened to turn his head and gave him a weird smile again.
Helev rushed away from his eyes and walked towards his father.
"What's wrong?" Old Avery frowned.
"The kid doesn't know what ghost trick--" Lev sat next to his father, humming.
"Speak well." Old Avery interrupted him immediately.
呃 "Uh ... I'm sorry, father." Lev took a moment's seat. "Just now ... I'm sure it's some kind of dark magic ... but I don't know how he did it ..."
Helev described what he felt just now and his father.
Old Avery dropped his eyelids and pondered for a moment before he said, "That should be some magic about the soul ..."
He paused and said in a deep voice: "We have an important purpose this time. Don't mess with that guy in the next time-"
"Shall I just take this breath?" Lev said angrily.
Old Avery sneered and said, "Even if I don't say it, would you dare go back and return this account?"
With a stiff face and a snorting cry, Lev turned his head away and stopped talking.
Old Avery looked at his son and shook his head secretly—he could not understand his own son better. If Lev had the courage, what if the purpose of the family could not be achieved this time?
Speaking of it, this time it was just a tentative test, after all, it was not a one-time event.
"... Maca, what did you just do? I see that guy holding your wine glass for a while."
On the other side, Ernie asked curiously.
"Just a little trick." Maca waved her hands freely, but her ears were constantly watching the conversation at the nearby tables.
He doesn't want to miss any piece of information available.
While Maca was waiting for an opportunity at the intricate banquets of many family forces, the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts had already begun.
The tables in the hall were moved to the wall again, and there was only a round table in the center for twelve people. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick all sat there, as did the gatekeeper Filch.
By the way, Filch had taken off his usual brown coat and wore a very old and rather outdated tuxedo.
Apart from them, there are only three students—two extremely nervous first-year students and a somber sixth-year student at Slytherin.
"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said when Harry, Ron, and Hermione also came this way. "We are not many, and it's a bit silly to use the tables in the courtyards ... Come sit down and sit down. "
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side in the vacated seats.
"Firecrackers!"
Dumbledore said warmly, and handed Snape the tip of a silver firecracker, and Snape reluctantly took it. The firecracker exploded with a bang, revealing a witch hat with a top, and a specimen of a mountain carving on top of the hat.
Harry thought of Boggart and stared at each other with Ron, both grinning.
In the first black magic defense class of this semester, faced with Neville's inner fear, Bogut became Snape's image. But in the end, Neville used the spell of Lupin to change the clothes on "Snape" to his grandma's.
Harry, they all remember, wasn't Snape's head wearing this strange big hat?
Next to Dumbledore, Snape's mouth pouted, and he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his wizardry hat.
"Let's eat!" He said to the people at the table with a smile.
While Harry was fetching roast potatoes for himself, the hall door was opened again.
What came in was Professor Trelawney, who was "gliding" to everyone as if she was standing on wheels.
She seems to be celebrating Christmas. She wears a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which makes her look more like a shiny oversized dragonfly.
"Sybil, you are so happy to be here!" Dumbledore said, standing up.
"Principal, I've been watching the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said in a vague tone. "To my surprise, I saw that I had abandoned the lunch I had used alone to attend your dinner ... I Who is it and 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 ... "
当然 "Of course, of course." Dumbledore looked at her sharply, "Let me get you a chair--"
挥 He waved his wand and pulled a chair from mid-air, which turned a few seconds in mid-air before making a dull sound between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.
However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down. Her big eyes kept glancing around the round table, and then she screamed low.
"Oh-I dare not, 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, One who stands up 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 rock."
Professor Terry Lowney gave a stun, and seemed to be gritting his teeth and sitting down, but did not expect Dumbledore to smile.
"It seems that there is another guest today ... I'll get her in."
Dumbledore was about to stand up, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.
还是 "Let me come and go ..." she said, "Is it at the gate?"
哦 "Oh-yes, that's right," Dumbledore nodded, "then bother you, Milleva."
让 "Let me go ..." Filch said, then turned and walked out the door.
Professor Trelawney was relieved, she sat down securely, and Professor McGonagall extended a large spoon into the nearest large bowl.
"Do you want tripe, Sybil?"
Professor Terry Lowney ignored her.
She opened her eyes, looked around, and asked, "Where is dear Professor Lupin?"
"I am afraid this poor man is sick again," said Dumbledore. "He was very unlucky at Christmas."
"But you must already know, haven't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.
It seems to me that Professor Trelawney is not very popular among professors-after all, she is always talking about things like doom and death.
Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a cold look.
"Of course I know, Minerva," she said calmly, "but people don't show off that they are omniscient ... I often keep my behavior as if I don't have heavenly eyes, so others You won't be nervous about it. "
"This can explain a lot of problems," Professor McGonagall said sharply.
Suddenly, Professor Trelawney's voice became less vague ~ EbookFREE.me ~ If you must know, Milleva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for long Together. He seemed to understand that he was running out of time-when I volunteered to show him the crystal ball, he always avoided it! "
想 "Think about it," Professor McGonagall said dryly.
"I think," Dumbledore raised his voice a little, "Professor Luhu wouldn't be in danger anymore. Severus, has Maca made a potion for him again?"
"Yes, principal." Snape replied, "McLean is very good, and his level of preparation of potions is constantly improving."
好 "Okay," said Dumbledore, "then he will soon be able to get out of bed and walk around ... oh, the guest is here."
As if confirming Dumbledore's words, the door of the auditorium opened again immediately, and behind Filch was a woman wearing a light witch robe, and they walked back and forth to the middle of the auditorium.
Dumbledore stood up and smiled, "Merry Christmas, this guest ... I wonder if there is anything I can do for you?"
The young witch looked very beautiful, but her slender eyebrows froze at the moment, seeming to be serious.
哦 "Oh yes ... Merry Christmas, Principal Dumbledore." She said nervously, "Sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed you on this day of celebration, but-is Mr. McLean here?"
哦 "Oh-what did I see-" Professor Trelawney, who had just turned her head, was suddenly full of panic, and screamed, "It's a trouble to leave Doom!"
Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawney, and then looked at the young witch who was standing still, and finally reached out and invited: "It's okay, come ... sit down and talk slowly ..."