themonasnovels Chapter 445 This wine...is poisonous!
Chapter 445 This wine...is poisonous!
Chapter 445 This wine...is poisonous!
By lunch time, the auditorium had been completely renewed.
The long table was moved to the corner, and a table for 12 people was placed in the center of the room.
Professor Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape and Sprout were all there.
The leader takes out the four guardian kings to sit in the town, and the all-star luxury lineup!
Filch was there too, taking off his usual brown coat and wearing a rather aggressive tuxedo.
Holding a goblet in his hand, it contained rich Assam milk tea.
He swung the glass, brought it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed vigorously.
The movement is elegant and impeccable.
What William can say can only be summed up in one sentence: high class!
Nico was sitting next to Dumbledore, chatting with Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick's bell-like laughter could be heard from time to time.
Snape was serving tea and water on the other side, looking down and looking like a minion.
"Come on, I'll be waiting for you." Dumbledore smiled and seemed very happy.
He also winked playfully at William.
William felt weird, especially after knowing that the principal and Grindelwald had an unresolved relationship.
Of course, Dumbledore was really happy, because William sent woolen socks for Christmas.
Those fleeces were all shaved by Dobby, without pollution or pollution, from the lovely goats in Aberforth who poured countless bones and blood into them.
After William and the others were seated, they sat side by side at the end of the table, and there were exactly twelve people at a table.
"Nuclear bomb!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically.
He took out a small nuclear bomb from somewhere and handed it to Snape.
Professor Snape reluctantly accepted the tug.
The nuclear bomb 'firecracker' slammed like a thousand cherry blossoms and scattered, revealing a big red witch hat with a stuffed penguin on top.
Snape thought of his photos in women's clothing, and his face suddenly turned ugly.
He smirked again, pushed the hat to Dumbledore, and the headmaster put it on his head cheerfully.
He also asked Professor Snape to help him see which angle looked better.
"Eat, you're welcome!" Dumbledore said with a smile to the whole table.
Nico took out a large bottle of sherry, Snape picked it up, and filled it up for several people respectively.
He is the role of escort today.
Professor Snape didn't get up, but pushed along the table and pushed the bottle to William's side.
He smiled maliciously: "Drink."
Under Professor Snape's stalking, William filled the drinks for several people.
The wine has a strong aroma, and it looks like a good wine that Nico has collected for many years.
William didn't drink it, because the wine was poisonous, and Snape just secretly drank it.
Seeing that William didn't drink, Hermione and Annie didn't touch their cups either.
Harry and Ron were about to pick up their cups to taste the saltiness when the hall was suddenly opened.
In came Professor Trelawney, dressed in green with tinsel trimmings that looked like an oversized shiny dragonfly.
More Lovegood than Luna!
She also appeared in a strange way, gliding towards everyone like a dementor.
William couldn't help lowering his head, wanting to see if she was stepping on hot wheels.
"Mr. Stark, it's rude to stare at the skirt of a beautiful lady like this." Professor Trelawney gave him a contemptuous look.
Everyone also looked at William with strange eyes.
It seems that he is just a stinky hooligan who roams around on subways and buses and secretly takes pictures of other people's skirts.
"Sybil, it's a pleasure to have you here!" said Dumbledore, standing up.
"Principal, I've been looking at the crystal ball"
Professor Trelawney seemed to have used a voice changer, and her voice suddenly became blurred and ethereal.
"There are disturbing things happening at Christmas, and I feel the danger of this feast.
I didn't want to come, but to my surprise, I used my third eye, saw myself in advance, abandoned my lunch alone, and came to your banquet.
Who am I, how can I refuse the call of fate?
I walked out of my building immediately, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late..."
I don't want to spend Christmas alone, so let's just say it... and make so many excuses, Professor Trelawney is enough to beat around the bush.
Professor McGonagall snorted.
"Of course, I forgive you for being late. This dress of yours is beautiful, and it matches your style and taste."
Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he seemed to really like it.
"Let me get you a chair—"
He flicked his wand in mid-air, and a chair appeared out of nowhere.
After spinning in mid-air for a few seconds, it made a dull sound and landed next to Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore sat back in his chair satisfied.
The headmaster is obviously trying to make trouble on purpose. Everyone knows that the relationship between Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney...is very tense.
He deliberately let the two sit together.
This is equivalent to rowing seats at the United Nations, where the representatives of Israel sit in a row with the representatives of Iran and Jordan.
There is a high probability that they will be surrounded by two people.
That's why Professor Trelawney didn't sit down, she kept her big eyes on the table, and suddenly let out a dramatic scream.
"I dare not, principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at the table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen!
Never forget that if thirteen people dine together, the first one to rise after the meal will die! "
"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be as cold as a Bludger."
Professor Trelawney hesitated, dragged the chair, and squeezed in between William and Ron.
Ron had no choice but to stand up and move his position towards Harry.
Professor Trelawney sat securely in her chair.
"My child, the ominousness on your body is getting worse... Oh, what a pity." Trelawney said in a low voice.
Ron smashed Harry's glass, spilling sherry all over them.
Trelawney smiled contentedly, and she glanced at William again.
"Mr. Stark, I should have asked the students to tell you more than once..."
"I've been very busy recently, Professor." William explained in a low voice.
"Who isn't busy?" Professor Trelawney sighed deeply.
"I am busy protecting the world, and I have to compete with the powerful and powerful dark forces with many followers.
You have to stare at the future from time to time to prevent dark creatures from crossing the long river of time and erasing everyone with a single slap..."
"But did I miss class?" Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around, "No! For me, saving the world is just a part-time job, and I still have to do my job well."
"Okay, if you don't go, let me tell you, kid, you will definitely fail this semester.
The principal can't keep you, I said so!
I have seen it with my third eye. "
"Professor, the future prediction may be wrong...By the way, have you received the Christmas gift I gave you?" William lowered his voice.
"I came in a hurry, so I may have missed it." Trelawney looked deeply at William.
"Various bottles of sherry," said William in a whisper.
Professor Trelawney coughed and tossed her wavy hair.
"...you're fine, really fine, William." Trelawney changed her name amicably from 'Stark'.
"Perhaps, you are right. No matter how great a prophet is, there are times when he is wrong."
Hermione, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, couldn't help but rolled her eyes.
Dumbledore raised his glass and said happily, "Merry Christmas, everyone!"
William had just poured the antidote into Hermione and Annie's cups.
The three raised their glasses together and touched each other.
Professor Trelawney picked up the cup that belonged to Ron, and shook it up too.
good wine
When she was outside her corridor, she could smell the strong aroma of wine, otherwise she wouldn't have come.
Feeling deep, braised in one mouthful!
Professor Trelawney smacked her lips, recalling it, when she suddenly rolled her eyes, foamed at the mouth, and twitched her limbs.
"This wine...is poisonous..."
She fell headlong on the table, her face buried in the turkey in front of her.
Sure enough, as Minerva said, it was as hard as a Bludger!
Everyone looked at Professor Snape.
With a gloomy face, Snape slapped the table angrily, and said, "Who poisoned you? We need to investigate thoroughly... The headmaster, I suspect that Black has sneaked into Hogwarts.
He must have done it! "
"..."
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
Thanks to the big guy "Daoist, please stay behind" for the reward)
(End of this chapter)