Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 109: Prelude to Doom

　　"...Don't use this naive literary trick to pretend, it will only make you insult your own family name." Maca just smiled innocently, but in Lev's eyes, it was completely one. Kind of gloomy sneer.

　　Lev's eyes flashed a hint of anger, but his noble education from a young age still allowed him to maintain a minimum of calmness.

　　 "Did I insult my last name? You don't need to judge it." He stared at Maca and said, "Then what is your last name? McLagan?"

　　 Obviously, he heard what Layla and Maca said just now.

　　 "Yes, my surname is McLeghan." Maca's face is still smiling, making it hard to see if he is answering seriously.

　　 "Huh," Lev said disdainfully, "I have been reciting the family names and family crests since I was a child, but I have never heard of a small family like you who didn't know where it came from."

　　 "You just need to remember that my name is Maca." Maca stared at the opponent's eyes, handed the goblet in his hand to Lev's hand, and the other party subconsciously took it.

　　 But the next moment, Lev felt as if he had seen a skull made of black smoke in Maca's eyes. He was shocked, and a feeling that his soul was shaking rose up.

　　 When he came back to his senses, he found that Maca, Ernie and others had already been chatting at the table next to him.

　　 He glanced at Maca hesitantly, only to find that the other person happened to turn his head and showed him a weird smile.

　　Lev hurriedly avoided his eyes and walked towards his father.

　　 "What's wrong?" Old Avery frowned.

　　 "That kid doesn't know what trick he did--" Lev sat down beside his father and said angrily.

　　 "Speak well." Old Avery interrupted him immediately.

　　 "Uh... I'm sorry, father." Lev immediately sat upright, "Just...I'm sure it was some kind of dark magic...but I don't know how he did it..."

　　Lev described what he had just felt to his father in detail.

　　 Old Avery lowered his eyelids and thought for a moment before he said: "That should be some kind of magic related to the soul..."

　　He paused, and then solemnly said: "We are here for an important purpose. Don't mess with that kid in the next time--"

　　 "Then I just swallow this breath?" Lev said angrily.

　　 Old Avery sneered and said: "Even if I don't say anything, would you dare to go back and pay the bill back by yourself?"

　　Lev's face became stiff and he hummed coldly, then rolled his head and stopped talking.

　　 Old Avery looked at his son and shook his head secretly-he knew his own son, if Lev could have the courage, what if the family's purpose could not be achieved this time?

　　 Speaking of it, this time it was just a test. After all, it was really not an overnight thing.

　　 "...Maca, what did you just do? I saw that guy took your wine glass and sent it for a while."

　　 On the other side, Ernie asked curiously.

　　 "It's just a small trick." Maca waved his hand casually, but his ears were always paying attention to the conversation on the nearby dining tables.

　　He doesn’t want to miss any piece of information available.

　　 While Maca is waiting for an opportunity at the intricate banquet of many family forces, the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts has also begun.

The tables in the 　　 auditorium have been moved to a place against the wall, and there is only a round table for twelve people in the center. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all sitting there, as was Filch, the janitor.

　　 Incidentally, Filch has taken off his usual brown coat and is wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.

　　 Apart from them, there are only three students-two extremely nervous first graders and a gloomy sixth grader from Slytherin House.

　　 "Merry Christmas!" When Harry, Ron, and Hermione also came here, Dumbledore said, "We are not many people, it’s a bit silly to use the tables in the courtyards... come and sit down. Sit down."

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side in the empty seats.

　　 "Firecrackers!"

　　 Dumbledore said enthusiastically, and handed Snape the tail tip of a large silver firecracker, who reluctantly took it and pulled it. The firecracker exploded with a "bang", revealing a top-top witch hat with a specimen of a mountain sculpture on the top of the hat.

　　 Harry thought of Bogut, and Ron looked at each other, and both grinned.

　　In the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of this semester, facing Neville's inner fear, Bogut became the image of Snape. But in the end, Neville used the spell Lupin taught to replace all the clothes on "Snape" with his grandmother's.

　　Harry, they all remember, didn’t "Snape" wear this strange big hat on his head?

Beside 　　 Dumbledore, Snape's mouth pursed, he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately replaced it with his wizard hat.

　　 "Eat!" he said with a smile to the whole table.

　　 Just as Harry fetched baked potatoes for himself, the hall door was opened again.

　　Professor Trelawney came in, she seemed to be standing on a wheel, "skating" towards everyone.

　　 seems to be celebrating Christmas. She wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which made her look more like a shiny oversized dragonfly.

　　 "Sybil, it makes me happy that you are here!" Dumbledore said and stood up.

　　 "Principal, I have been watching the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said in a vague tone, "To my surprise, I saw myself abandon the lunch that I used alone and come to your dinner party. ......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 looked at her brightly, "Let me get you a chair—"

　　 He waved his magic wand and pulled a chair from mid-air. The chair turned in mid-air for a few seconds before making a dull noise and falling between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

　　 However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down. Her big eyes kept scanning around the round table, and then suddenly she let out a low scream.

　　"Oh-I dare not, principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! Nothing is more unlucky than'thirteen'! Never forget, if 13 people eat together, The first person to stand up after a meal will be the first to die!"

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

　　Professor Trelawney hesitated, as if trying to gritted his teeth and sit down, but he didn't expect Dumbledore to smile.

　　 "It seems that there is another guest today...I'll go get her in."

　　 Dumbledore was about to stand up, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

　　 "I'll come and go..." she said, "Is it at the gate?"

　　 "Oh-yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Then I will trouble you, Minerva."

　　 "Let me go..." Filch said, then turned and walked outside.

　　Professor Trelawney was visibly relieved, she took her seat safely, and Professor McGonagall put a large spoon into the nearest large tureen.

　　"Do you want tripe, Sybil?"

　　 Professor Trelawney ignored her.

　　 She opened her eyes, looked around, and asked, "Where is Professor Lupin, dear?"

　　 "I'm afraid this poor man is sick again," Dumbledore said. "It was very unlucky that he fell ill on Christmas."

　　 "But you must already know, don't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

　　 It seems that among professors, Professor Trelawney is not very popular either-after all, she is always talking about bad luck, death, and the like.

　　Professor Trelawney looked at Professor McGonagall indifferently.

　　 "Of course I know, Minerva," she said calmly, "but people don't show off that they know everything...I often maintain my behavior as if I don't have a third eye , So that others won’t feel nervous about it."

　　 "This can explain a lot of problems." Professor McGonagall said sharply.

　　Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less fuzzy~IndoMTL.com~ If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for long Together. He himself seems to understand that his time is running out-when I volunteer to show him the crystal ball, he always avoids it! "

　　 "Think about it." Professor McGonagall said dryly.

　　 "I think," Dumbledore raised his tone slightly, "Professor Luhu will not be in danger right away. Severus, did Maca make potions for him again?"

　　 "Yes, principal." Snape replied, "McLean is very good. His level of potion preparation is constantly improving."

　　 "Okay," Dumbledore said, "then he will be able to get out of bed and walk around soon...oh, the guest is here."

　　 As if confirming Dumbledore’s words, the door of the auditorium opened again immediately. Behind Filch was a woman in a light-colored witch robes, and they walked one after another into the middle of the auditorium. Come.

　　 Dumbledore stood up, smiled and said: "Merry Christmas, this guest...I wonder if I can help you?"

　　 The young witch looks very beautiful, but her long eyebrows are frowning at the moment, and she seems to have serious concerns.

　　 "Oh yes... Merry Christmas, Principal Dumbledore." She said nervously, "Sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you on this celebrated day, but-Mr. McLean is here Right?"

　　 "Oh—what did I see—" Professor Trelawney, who had just turned her head, was suddenly covered with horror. She screamed, “Leaving bad luck, that’s a trouble!”

　　 Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawney, and then at the young witch who had stopped, and finally reached out and invited: "It's okay, come... sit down, speak slowly..."