Vol 2 Chapter 879: Macaroons

The dripping stone monster jumped aside when Harry heard the command "Macaroons" written on the parchment. The spiral staircase opened Harry just before the door.
Harry, who was invited to sit in the old position in front of the principal's desk, was sensitively aware that Dumbledore's expression this time was different from the previous times, and his expression was a bit tired and angry.
Harry hesitated, what made Dumbledore anxious.
"Would you like two cookies?" Dumbledore pushed a plate of macaroons on the table toward Harry. "Remember that Mrs. Olim Maxim, the headmaster of Boothbarton? She I baked it by myself and sent a lot to me and Hagrid. I like to eat this recently. It is rich and sweet with almond flavor. The taste is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. There are many flavors of filling. The sugar content is more suitable for me. Taste."
"Thank you Principal Dumbledore." Harry was not polite. He was really hungry after such a long class, not to mention that the muffins in front of him were filled with the overwhelming aroma of almonds and the white wizard. In the past, the strange tastes were different, so he directly picked up a muffin and put it in his mouth.
The texture of the macaroons is distinct, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. One bite, the first thing you taste is a very thin but crispy crust, followed by a soft and dense inner layer, which is different from the texture of cream. The material is supported, and it adds chewiness to the soft filling.
"It's nice to be young... I'll have another one..." Dumbledore looked at Harry's eating, couldn't help but lifted his little finger and took a piece between his thumb and and ate it himself, then wiped his mouth with a handkerchief , Then smiled and directed the teapot to give them a glass of iced lemon juice.
Dumbledore took a sip of his drink: "You have successfully passed the most troublesome first level. It seems that Sirius is still a very good teacher... You must remember to keep chanting the spell sooner or later, and you must not miss any one. , Otherwise it will be lost."
"We have been insisting, but until now no one can feel the second heartbeat." After the most difficult stage with mandela grass, Harry never let up the spell, he could not accept failure Afterwards, although he was used to eating and talking with mandela grass, he wouldn't bite it or swallow it, but it was enough to experience that taste once.
"Don't worry, depending on the weather, the storm may not come so soon..." Dumbledore refilled Harry with tea with a smile, "Oh... I am old and have a bad memory, Miss Granger seems to be still raising A thunderbird."
"Yes, Hermione said that as long as we can feel her at any time..."
At this time, the door was knocked.
"Please come in." Dumbledore frowned, the door of the principal's room leading to the spiral staircase opened, and Professor Sybil Trelawney, who was dressed weirdly, appeared at the door.
Compared with before, Professor Trelawney's image is still crazy, but after a closer look, it has changed a lot.
Professor Trelawney’s original large glasses that were magnified several times have been replaced. The new glasses are inlaid with dots of colorful crystals. In the past, Professor Trelawney always had countless chains and beads hanging on her body. It looks like she has more hangings on her body now, and even her disheveled hair is decorated with a lot of colorful beads, but the quality of the accessories looks much higher than before.
The color and style of her clothes are more exaggerated than before. At this time, the emerald green magic robe worn on her is embroidered with many ethnic prints, and the green shawl over her shoulders is shining.
"President Dumbledore, I still need to talk to you about the divination professor." Professor Trelawney walked in after greeted him, and when he passed Harry, the strong body was similar to her divination classroom. The same scent was very pungent, and Harry couldn't help leaning back.
She looked at Harry with terrifyingly large, shining eyes, and a soft, ambiguous voice rang in Harry's ears: "Ah, dear boy, it's nice to meet you in the material world."
Harry looked at the fortune-telling professor with a blank face, and found that the change in the image made the fortune-telling professor look more mysterious and crazy in his image. The non-adjustable lines made him think in a daze that maybe a crazy girl would grow up. Like her, if the crazy girl wears her famous pair of anti-demon glasses.
Dumbledore commanded a chair to fly to Harry's side and motioned for Trelawney to sit down and talk.
"Harry, please wait a minute and continue to eat, we will talk later." Dumbledore refilled Harry with another drink, focusing on Professor Trelawney.
"Sybil, this macaroon is really sweet, don't you try it?" Dumbledore pushed the muffin plate towards Sybil.
"Thank you, Dumbledore, but the pattern formed by the scraps you just dropped doesn't look very good." Trelawney's face whispered to Dumbledore vaguely through the mist rising from the teacup.
Harry heard from the side that he almost choked on the cookie in his mouth. He coughed a few times and took a sip of lemon juice before calming down.
"Sybil, don't worry, I believe we will not be in any danger these days." Dumbledore said, his tone relaxed.
"Your gaze does not exceed the boundaries of the world." Professor Trelawney said in a particularly vague voice. She pursed her lips and looked unhappy. "I have a sense of the future, Dumbledore, you have to worry about your hobby."
"Of course Sybil, I have no doubt about this." Dumbledore nodded helplessly, and then asked directly, "You just said you want to talk about the divination professor. Is there any problem?"
"Dumbledore, you can't let that take my divination class!" Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less vague, and she clearly expressed her dissatisfaction.
"Firenze's divination class is very popular. He is a qualified professor. As far as I know Sybil, you are also very busy now. You can relax a lot with him to share the divination class." Dumbledore's finger was on the table I clicked and persuaded.
"I don't need it, I'm completely busy." Trelawney's big eyes rolled round and round. "Dumbledore, I saw that stray horse is leaving sooner or later."
"Dear Sybil, as long as Firenze is willing to be a professor of divination, I will never drive him away." Dumbledore said firmly.
"Dumbledore, you can't refuse the hint of fate." Professor Trelawney leaned on the back of the chair, raised her hand and held the big glasses, the bracelet and the beads on her wrist clinked, "You need to know , Harris TV sent me a full-time invitation. If you can’t correct your attitude, I might consider their invitation."
"Dear Sybil, I don't think we need to talk anymore." Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawney through the top of the crescent glasses, with the tips of his fingers facing each other, his tone a little annoyed, "If you have to. I will be sorry to choose ~EbookFREE.me~, but I will respect and bless your choice."
"I'll think about it carefully, Dumbledore, I will..." Professor Trelawney's voice was a bit sharp, and she stood up angrily. The jewels on her body slammed into each other because of her sudden and large movements. .
She walked away with her head held high, not looking at Harry, opened the door and disappeared on the spiral staircase.
Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with some fatigue.
"Professor, will Professor Trelawney really resign? She looks very upset." Harry took the initiative to fill Dumbledore with lemon tea, "Her TV show is very popular among witches, Weasley My wife and Lavender liked her very much."
"Thank you, Harry. As for Sybil, I respect her personal choice, but I don’t think Sybil will leave, Harry. Like you, Hogwarts is her home, and she will die because of Firenze Angry, but she will not choose to leave..." Dumbledore sighed deeply. "The divination class is much more troublesome than I thought. I have never taken this class myself... Firenze accepted mine last year. The invitation took over from Sybil who was expelled by Dolores Umbridge at the time to teach divination, but because of this invitation, Firenze was regarded as a betrayer of the horse by other similar people. The attack was launched. I can’t just let Firenze return to the forbidden forest. He is not so repulsive to humans. He is more friendly. Harry, we can’t let him down... Even if Sybil really plans to leave school and change jobs. Host a Harris TV show."
Hearing Harris’ name, it reminded Harry and asked him to briefly describe what happened in the Apparition and Ancient Magic class today: "Professor, Theodore Knott absolutely did it on purpose. They did it on purpose. Want to cause trouble."