On Christmas Day, no one on campus went home because it was a two-week holiday.

Alan had originally planned to go back to the orphanage, but now that Harry's bear child had such a big problem, he had to stay and act as a temporary psychological mentor, and Annie stayed with him.

In addition, there was a prefect from Gryffindorine who stayed, and in addition to Ron and Hermione, there were also several children who could have been confirmed to be born, and it is said that their parents took advantage of the Christmas holidays to travel...

It wasn't surprising that Anne was able to sneak into the Hufflepuff break room, and after she promised not to tell anyone else, the rest of the prefects gave Alan some face and allowed Anne to visit the Hufflepuff break room during the holidays.

However, Alan regretted the request, especially when he had to limp out of the break room.

Breakfast was undoubtedly missed, but there was absolutely no need to worry about going hungry in Hufflepuff with the kitchen next door and the elves being hospitable.

It was almost lunchtime when Alan saw the others in the cafeteria, and at this moment the four long tables had been removed and replaced with a smaller one, and everyone was sitting together, and the professors were all present, waiting for the two who were late.

"Merry Christmas, Alan. Dumbledore smiled at Alan and said, turning his head to look at Annie: "Of course, you too, Annie, I think it's just a few of us today, so we probably don't have to sit separately as usual, sit down." ”

It wasn't until Alan sat down that he realized the problem was that Harry and Ron were sitting together, and Hermione was clearly across a chair from them, apparently at odds with each other.

Alan subconsciously sat on the empty chair, trying to mediate the conflict as a confidant sister, Anne moved a chair and sat next to Ellen, and began to talk to Hermione.

"What's wrong? What happened today?"

Harry stood up slightly, left his place, and whispered to Allen, "What else could it be, they quarreled again over Spotted and Crookshank. ”

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What else can I say, it's normal for two people with pets to quarrel over their own pets, especially when Ron doesn't know what Spotted is.

Although cats eat mice by nature, this reason obviously can't convince Ron, Alan can't always stand up and say that Spotted is a bad person, and there won't be any problems if he catches it and kills it, right?

Well, it's good for you to be happy.

However, at this time, the protagonist of the banquet was obviously Dumbledore, who was the headmaster, and he took out a large silver firecracker and handed it directly to the extremely reluctant Snape, who was obviously disgusted by both his eyes and actions.

It's a pity that the leader puts a burden on you is not something you can refuse casually, Professor Snape almost used the disgusted look of the employee who worked overtime until ten o'clock on Friday and then heard the boss tell the employee who had to work overtime tomorrow to pull the firecracker away.

This hard work is worth learning from, but the consequences are not too good.

Because after the explosion, what was revealed was a large witch's hat with a top on the top, and a specimen of a mountain carving on the top of the hat.

This is something that is very familiar to Allen, and there are still a few photos of this hat that have not been confiscated so far, anyway, everyone present is desperately straightening up their faces and holding back a smile.

Snape was also desperate, what could he do with such a boss?

However, Dumbledore took the hat very calmly, and then changed the hat on his head without hesitation, as if it was an ordinary hat, there was nothing strange, and then, Dumbledore gave an order to everyone with a smile: "What are you waiting for?

From Allen's point of view, Professor Snape's originally blue face instantly soothed, and even the corners of his mouth moved slightly, but this expression was quickly overshadowed by his eating movements.

Gotta die tsundere, still a man, spicy eyes!

Alan looked away and began to look for food, which was very rich because it was Christmas.

So, a few minutes later, Alan's calf, who had put a slice of cabbage in Anne's bowl, hurt again.

As he bared his teeth, the door to the hall opened again.

It was Professor Trelawney who entered, and she slid towards everyone as if she were standing on wheels. To celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, making her look more like a shiny king-sized dragonfly.

She came really suddenly, because in the past, this professor didn't participate in activities much.

Dumbledore even stood up to welcome the exception.

"Sybil, it's a pleasure to have you here!" Dumbledore's voice was beaming, he was very happy.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," said Professor Trelawney, in her most faint and distant voice, "and to my surprise, I saw myself ditch my own lunch to come to your dinner. What am I, how can I refuse the urging of fate?I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely beg your forgiveness for my tardiness."

"Of course. Of course," said Dumbledore, his eyes shining, "let me bring you a chair"

Sure enough, he used his wand to pull a chair in mid-air, which spun in mid-air for a few seconds before landing between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall with a dull thud. However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes kept looking at the table, and she suddenly let out a low scream.

"Oh no, dear Headmaster, fate has told me that my presence is inappropriate, and that I am destined to dine alone in the tower today instead of here, please forgive my farewell"

As she spoke, Professor Trelawney saluted and left, disappearing into the Great Hall before Dumbledore's retention was complete.

What the hell is this professor?

Come out to eat, you just wait to be fired if you dump the boss like this!Don't you see how welcoming Dumbledore is to come to dinner?

Alan rolled his eyes and glanced in the direction the professor had left, and began to fork a piece of baked potato into his plate.

But he suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and by the time he put down the potatoes, the whole person was not well.

You're eating, what are you doing watching me?

I'm not a chef, and I'm not a plum sauce, don't you see that I don't eat?

Also, it doesn't matter if others look at it, what the hell is that resentful look in your eyes, principal?

I swear to God, I've been bullied since I got up today, and I definitely didn't do anything!