Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 520: New faculty adjustments

As the saying goes, "Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a gentleman, and dinner like a poor man." This sentence was originally used to discuss healthy eating, but it is nothing more than three meals a day in the UK. There is no sense of violation.

It is said that the British cuisine will make you think that you have strayed into a dark country, but in fact, British breakfast is not as terrible as foreigners know. On the contrary, even Muggle writer Maugham, who was born in Paris, France, once said that if you want to eat well in the UK, you might as well have breakfast three times a day!

Of course, Maca feels that it just doesn't hurt if there is no contrast.

"...Come on, taste this roasted quail," Slughorn graciously forks a ball of dark and dry stuff onto Maca's dinner plate, happily, "You know Although the food at Hogwarts has always been very popular, it is still too greasy for us elderly people. These grilled quails are made by myself-I haven’t been to the kitchen for a long time, and those elves are still so impressive. Kind!"

Yes, if it’s a normal breakfast, like bacon or omelette, it’s really okay, but the roasted quail made by this old man is not so easy to accept.

Maca nodded at him, and then pushed the ghost quail aside without a trace, so that it would not block the cream cheese mashed potato he was eating with its teeth and claws.

Fortunately, Slughorn didn't continue to stare at him, instead he forkped another roasted quail and turned his head to aim at Harry's dinner plate.

This breakfast is actually quite hearty. Except for Slughorn’s ingenious roast quail, everything else looks very appetizing. It's just that the atmosphere on this table is a bit weird.

Ron was staring at Draco intently, while Draco was immersed in a piece of grilled sausage; Hermione's fork was poking at the single-sided omelet, but his attention was obvious. Falling on Luna in the corner of her eye, she didn't even notice the half-solidified egg yolk flowing out.

As for Neville, who is across from the dining table, he seems to have not slept enough yet, he can actually doze off with half a slice of toast in his mouth.

Of course, there is Harry in the end, he is trying his best to cope with the enthusiasm of Slughorn, so as to avoid the last roasted quail from falling into his dinner plate.

The meaning behind Slughorn's meal was already obvious. Before Harry came here, he turned his attention to Maca. And when Harry took his seat, he decisively moved the goal of rapport to the sad Harry.

"...McLean's performance at the Quidditch World Cup was really wonderful, wasn't it?"

Slughorn was talking to Harry about the Maca's World Cup, the shriveled quail on the tip of the fork was shaken by him, as if he had come back from the dead.

"At that time, no one knew he was acting. The flying skills he showed were genuine! Did you know? I was there at the time—well, if I wanted to, Gwenog would help I got a free ticket. Of course, I mean Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Hobbit team. He is also the student I have taught before..."

Showing his wide-ranging communication anytime, anywhere, that is Slughorn's specialty. He can turn the famous characters he knows and plant them into the conversation, and then naturally tell others to know.

"Seriously, I mentioned that to Gwenog in the letter," the old man continued to mutter with great interest, regardless of whether Harry listened or not, "McLean hadn't spoken to him at the time. Announced his plan with Albus, so Gwenog did not say much about McLean in his reply—"

At this point, Slughorn turned his head again and smiled at Maca. Maca who was chewing on the grilled sausage shrugged indifferently, indicating that he wouldn't care about it.

"...Hey, but even though she was a little angry at McLean's actions to disrupt the World Cup at the time, she praised McLean's Quidditch skills on the scene. She said that she can just play The player who caught the Golden Snitch shortly after the opening whistle, except for absolute luck, is absolute strength-and McLean's situation at the time is obviously the latter!"

He said, he paused for a while, and then he said with emotion: "I think if McLean doesn't want to be a professor in the future, maybe he can still participate in the Quidditch competition-it must be world-class. He will definitely win a series of championships for his team!"

Children mostly like Quidditch, and this has always been the case since Slughorn was young. He guessed right, even nowadays, this sport is still the favorite of most little wizards.

"Oh! Sir, did you just say you know Gwenog Jones?" Ron stopped staring at Draco, who was strangely silent today.

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn nodded, pretending to be reserved, "You heard, I taught her before—potions lesson, you know."

Ron got his confirmation again, and then he looked at Maca in surprise.

"Last time at my house, you told Ginny that someone could help her get a signed photo of Gwenog, did you mean Mr. Slughorn?"

He was talking about the previous three-on-three matchup at The Burrow. Before the game, Maca did mention this to Ginny. Seeing Ron talk about it at this time, Maca nodded very simply.

"Autographed photo?" Slughorn seemed to have found a breakthrough point, and hurriedly intervened, "That's easy--trust me, it can't be easier than that! Ginny? Is your little girlfriend, Mr. Weasley?"

"Uh, no, no..." Ron waved his hand repeatedly, "Ginny is my sister."

"Really?" Slughorn didn't care what the relationship was. He only needs to know that the relationship is very close. "You ask Miss Weasley to wait. Next time I can also invite He will participate in a small private event organized by me, and then I can personally give her the autographed photo!"

"Oh! That's really good," Ron seemed very concerned about everything that makes his baby sister happy. "If Ginny knew about it, she would be very happy! But..."

He said, but then asked Maca: "Why did you say it was the next school year? I heard it in the broom room. You made Ginny look forward to the next school year..."

Maca heard the words, looked at Slughorn, and motioned to him if he wanted to announce it himself.

Slughorn saw Maca questioning himself with his eyes. After thinking about it, he moved the chair under his **** and stood up with a smile on his face.

"McLean was not wrong, but due to some circumstances, this time needs to be a little earlier." The old man pretended to pull his collar, as if he wanted to look more dignified, "all of you present here. The young ladies and gentlemen are not outsiders, so you can know earlier than the other classmates-starting today, I will officially return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and will be the school’s potions professor again!"

For a moment, Harry and the others were all stunned in their seats, only two of them clapped sparsely. One of them is naturally Maca, and the other is Draco. It seems that he has known about this a long time ago.

"Then... Where's Snape?" Harry was the first to say.

There is an old English saying that "the one who cares most about you is always your enemy", but at this time this sentence was vividly expressed in Harry.

"Professor Snape will replace Dolores Umbridge, who voluntarily resigned, to serve as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in this temporary vacancy." Maca casually explained, "Don't roll your eyes in a hurry. Believe me, he is at least much stronger than Umbridge... As for how strong he is, you can experience it yourself next!"

"Oh—"

Even Maca’s comfort~IndoMTL.com~ can’t stop Ron and Harry’s heartfelt wailing. Even Neville, who was dozing off, was awakened by the name "Snape". The half-pulled tomato slices in his mouth fell back to his dinner plate.

"...So, I will teach you this wonderful course of "potions" in the future!" Slughorn's attention was not on Snape at all, he was still taking care of himself Freely give your own speech, "Maybe you have not been able to feel the charm of this course before, but I will make you really interested in it! By the way, I will tell you an exclusive good news-yours This Professor McLean will be a special guest in my first class, and he and I will show you the brilliance of potions!"

Perhaps because the name "McLean" was mentioned too many times during this breakfast, Draco finally pulled his eyeballs out of the grilled sausage and swept hesitantly in the direction of Maca. .

Because Draco was sitting in a seat next to Slughorn, this made Slughorn even notice Draco's sight. For some reason, Slughorn, who originally had a soft spot for this kind of pulling style, ended his inaugural speech like this and suddenly brought the topic to Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't you have something to say to McLean?" There was a kindness on his face, as if he had become a kind grandfather in an instant. "I think it's now A good time, if you have anything you want to say, you can say it now! For the sake of my face, I believe McLean will be willing to listen...Is it?"

Slughorn's last "is it" was obviously addressed to Maca. He wasn't very interested in his "face" Maca, but he was willing to know what Draco wanted to say.