Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 110: Orderly chaos

　　"...Come, sit down...speak slowly."

　　 Dumbledore waved his wand again, pulled another chair, and placed it next to the table.

　　 But the young witch shook her head and said, "Sorry...you must be Principal Dumbledore? I...I came to see Mr. McLean, but I didn't expect..."

　　 "Maca went out today, saying that she was going to a banquet..." Hermione lowered her head and poked the food on the plate, and said casually.

　　 "Oh—" The young witch sighed disappointedly, and then hesitated, "Although I know this is abrupt—I originally planned to ask Mr. McLean to help me introduce it, but—"

　　 She whispered, "I don’t know if I can see Mr. Severus Snape? My mother is not in good condition. The therapist at St. Mungo said that it’s a terrible thing. It’s very difficult to prepare medicines for diseases...so..."

　　 "Severus?" Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Snape.

　　 Snape curled his hair impatiently, looked at her indifferently, and said, "Has McLean never told you?"

　　 The young witch was taken aback--she didn't know what Snape was referring to.

　　 "Potion," Snape frowned, "McLean is also a pharmacist—"

　　 "He hasn't registered yet!" Professor McGonagall said seriously immediately.

　　 Snape's impatient appearance was obviously better.

　　 He frowned, stared at the young witch, and then asked, "Do you know McLean?"

　　 "Yes, Mr. Snape..." She nodded quickly and said, "Mr. McLean, and Miss Lovegood, they are guests of our restaurant..."

　　 It is already clear here that this young and beautiful witch is the new owner of the "Snow Witch" restaurant in Hogsmeade Village-Celine.

　　"The relationship between the store and the customer?" Snape couldn't help but sneered.

　　 "Sorry, I know this...but..." Celine said with a weeping expression, "I'm really desperate, and my mother's illness suddenly became serious, but Saint Mungo has nothing to do-- Just lack of special potions."

　　 Snape frowned more and more tightly, obviously he didn't want to make himself more troublesome.

　　 "Severus." Dumbledore spoke suddenly.

　　 Snape glanced at him, then glanced at Celine again.

　　 "Okay, okay..." Snape said boredly, "I don't care how much you have to do with McLean, it's on his head anyway!"

　　 "Let's go! At once!" He waved his hand impatiently, and then walked quickly outside the door.

　　 "He is still so annoying." Ron leaned over to Harry and said in the smallest voice.

　　 Just then, Ron felt something on his knees jumping up, and he was startled.

　　 "Woo!" He yelled, knocked his elbow on the edge of the table and overturned the cup.

　　 "What's wrong?" Harry turned his head.

　　 But before he had time to continue, he found a large ginger-yellow hair ball "bang" on the table, and then there was a chaotic sound of ping-pong, many plates and glasses Was hit on the ground.

　　Professor McGonagall quickly reached out and picked it up and put it on the ground, lest it continue to spoil the food.

　　 "Oh, Crookshanks, what's the matter with you?" Hermione exclaimed.

　　 That's right, the big hairy ball is Hermione’s pet cat, Crookshanks.

　　Ron is still holding his elbow and crying in pain, but he feels a light on his thigh.

　　 He turned his head quickly, and happened to see that his own mouse jumped onto the empty chair beside him, then jumped to the ground again, and ran away to the other end again.

　　Crook Mountain would naturally not let it go. It flexibly rounded the round table and chased it straight in the direction of Banban's escape.

　　"It's like this again! It's like this again!" Ron stood up angrily, "Scarball is sleeping in my bed! Why are you stupid cat staring at it!"

　　 He complained angrily, and chased them in the direction they were running.

　　Hermione looked at Ron's back and was about to follow. But she thought about it again, but turned her head altogether and sat still in the chair.

　　 "Gosh! He stood up first! It was him!" Professor Trelawney suddenly pointed to the door where Ron had left and screamed loudly.

　　 "If you count him, there will be twelve people!" Professor McGonagall said irritably, "You must have not learned arithmetic well."

　　Professor Trelawney came back to her senses, she looked around, and then vaguely said: "There should be thirteen here, but the fog of fate covers my third eye..."

　　 Two hours later, the Christmas dinner is over.

　　Until now, Ron hasn’t returned—Professor Trelawney has been talking about it. Harry said he would bring some back for Ron.

　　 "Come on?" Harry asked Hermione, who was about to go back.

　　 "No," Hermione muttered, "I want to talk to Professor McGonagall."

　　 Harry walked to the doorway in the portrait and found Sir Cadogan celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former Hogwarts principals, and his fat pony.

　　 He pushed his helmet up and toasted him with a pot of mead.

　　 "Christmas-hiccups-happy! Password?"

　　 "Indecent bastard." Harry said.

　　 "Same for you, sir!" Cadogan roared, and at the same time, the painting leaned forward to let him in.

　　 But Harry immediately realized that Ron was not in the common room, so he went straight to the dormitory.

　　 "Oh, you are back..." Harry said, "I brought you some food... how is it?"

　　 Harry saw Scabbers lying on Ron's bed at a glance. It looked worse, but he was a little fatter-this was probably the small bottle of "special rat food" that Maca gave. The role of.

　　 "Thank you," Ron glanced at Harry's food on the bedside table and said weakly, "As long as that **** stupid cat doesn't come to catch it, I think it will live a few more days..."

　　 "You didn't feed it any more rat food from Maca?" Harry asked, "It looks like it works well."

　　 "I've been fed," Ron said, "The effect is good, and Zebra loves to eat, but he always sleeps after eating."

　　 "Get more rest to get better!" Harry said casually, and walked to his bed.

　　 Ron thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

　　At this moment, Harry has carried his firebolt and the birthday gift "Broomstick Care Manual" given to him by Hermione.

　　 "I'm going to take care of it, Ron, together?" Harry turned his head.

　　Ron glanced at Scapple lying on the bed—it seemed to be asleep.

　　 "Um... well!" Ron said.

　　 The two walked to the common room downstairs, and Harry flipped through the manual, wondering what to do with the Firebolt.

　　 However, there are no curved broom tips to trim, the flying broom is so smooth and flawless, it obviously doesn’t need to be polished.

　　 He and Ron sat there, admiring it from all angles, until the hole in the portrait was opened and Hermione walked in...it was Professor McGonagall with her.

　　 Although Professor McGonagall is the dean of Gryffindor House, Harry has only seen her come to the common room once, and that time was to announce a very important thing.

　　 He and Ron looked at her with eyes wide open, both holding the firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book, and hid her face behind the book.

　　 "Oh! This is... Firebolt!" Professor McGonagall said, although his expression is still serious, but his eyes seem to shine, "It's so beautiful."

　　 She walked to the fireplace, looked at the firebolt, and said in a slightly amazed tone: "Who gave you this Christmas present, Potter?"

　　 Harry and Ron looked back at Hermione.

　　 They saw that her forehead protruding from the top of the book was a little red, and the book was taken down.

　　 "Uh... yes, yes," Harry felt his throat a bit dry, "this is..."

　　 He wasn't sure if he should say it was from Maca, but Professor McGonagall took the initiative to change the subject, which surprised him and Ron.

　　 "Oh-let's not talk about it," Professor McGonagall suddenly turned to look at Ron and said, "Miss Granger just told me that ~IndoMTL.com~Your pet mouse is not in good condition, please I'll take a look."

　　 "What?" Ron thought he must have heard it wrong.

　　"Take me to see your mouse," Professor McGonagall said. "Although I am not a professional, I can at least give you a look."

　　 "Oh... okay!" Ron glanced at Hermione, only to find that she always hid her face behind the book.

　　Ron brought Professor McGonagall to the dormitory, but he was surprised to find that Scab is gone!

　　Ron looked around, but didn't find it. Professor McGonagall had to leave a sentence, "Bring me to my office if you find it", and then left.

　　 "...Where is Hermione?" Ron asked Harry awkwardly.

　　 Harry pointed to the stairs leading to the female dormitory.

　　 "What is she doing." Ron whispered and sat down in the armchair next to Harry.

　　 Harry was still holding his firebolt and admiring him, without looking up: "She went up and said to me, ‘If it’s Maca, I’ll do it.’"

　　 Ron scratched his hair and said dully: "If it's Maca, he will always fix the problem by himself-just like he gave me rat food."

　　……

　　 "Ahee!"

　　 On the other side, Maca, who was chatting with Ernie and the others, suddenly sneezed.

　　 "Hey, Maca, have you caught a cold?" Ernie said strangely.

　　 Maca rubbed his nose, subconsciously looked in the direction of Hogwarts, then shook his head again.

　　 "Maybe someone is saying bad things about me..." he said, "Where did you go?"

　　"You just said that the guy named Columbus knocked an egg on the table!" Leila said excitedly, "Next? Will he eat it?"