Christmas is just around the corner, and many Hogwarts students are choosing to return to their homes to spend the holiday season with their parents. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But Harry, Ron, and Hermione all chose to stay in school.

Harry knew that the two of them were actually staying for him.

Harry's mood had been in a state of depression since he had returned from Hogsmeade last time, he was so distraught that anyone would not feel good to know such a cruel reality, and that people close to him were hiding it from him, why did his parents be betrayed to death by their best friends and no one told him?

"Harry, you have to calm down, they don't tell you because they're afraid you'll do something stupid. Hermione stood by the fireplace and stared at Harry, earnestly.

"That's right, Blake just wishes you knew the truth, so he'll set a trap for you to fall into the net. Ron said worriedly.

Perhaps the only thing that could give me some comfort was that Hermione had reconciled with Ron for the time being.

He knew that Hermione was worried about him after that day, and even took the initiative to find Ron and ask him to persuade him together.

But the hatred in his heart was like an incurable poison, and all the time in his mind came Blake's wild laughter in the newspaper, and he laughed so fiercely that he blew his father's best friend to pieces in the bustling neighborhood, and no matter how much his friend tried to persuade him, it was to no avail.

"You look bad, Harry. ”

"I'm fine. Harry forced a smile.

"It's fake. Ron said even more worriedly, they had been together for so long, and it was still clear whether they were forced to laugh.

Harry misses Hagrid very much now, he doesn't know where Hagrid has gone, he hasn't heard from him until now, they are all worried about Hagrid.

On Christmas Day, he received gifts from everyone, such as a scarlet hooded leather tunic given to him by Mrs. Weasley.

But what surprised him the most was that he received a new broom.

Firebow Bolts!

Exquisite workmanship, smooth lines, perfect feel, first-class broomstick!

He and Ron studied the broomstick almost all morning, and he was thrilled that he would have a better chance of winning future fights.

They guessed who sent a lot of people, but they were all denied.

Soon Hermione met them in the common room, and instead of congratulating him, she even advised him not to use the broomstick, which she suspected might be a conspiracy and might be dangerous.

"Oh my God, maybe this broom was given to Harry by Sirius Black, yes, he wanted to murder Harry by winning the Quidditch Cup and dying of joy, right?" Ron said impatiently.

Eventually, Hermione and Ron quarreled over Spotted and Crookshank, and sat in two corners of the common room, with Hermione staring at Harry's broom from time to time, as if it had offended her.

At lunchtime they all went into the hall, and found that the tables had been moved against the wall again, and there was only one table in the center of the room for twelve people. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all there, as was Filch, the janitor. Filch had stripped off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo. In addition to them, there is a first-year Gryffindor student, as well as Malfoy and Pansy of Slytherin.

"I can't figure out why they stayed in school. Ron muttered to Harry that he really didn't want to see him, the man who had nominally "saved" him.

Harry didn't speak.

Hermione saw Malfoy, and remembered what she had heard that day at Hogsmeade.

At that time, she didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered, she vaguely felt that this situation was somewhat similar, giving her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The further back she went, Malfoy's and Fudge's voices became so low that she couldn't hear them clearly, but there was still a key word she heard, such as "Black, big news, regain reputation" and the like, and she deduced that Malfoy might have learned about Blake's whereabouts from some source, and then revealed it to Fudge so that he could save his reputation.

Even though she couldn't get used to the Minister of Magic's sometimes actions and tone, she believed that at least Fudge was on their side, and that Fudge wasn't pretending to be indignant when he talked about Black's past.

This also made her worry about Harry subside a lot, she believed that Blake would be arrested soon, and Fudge's excitement was deeply imprinted in her mind at that time, if she hadn't taken care of her own image, she believed that Fudge might have danced with excitement on the spot.

She didn't listen anymore, and she had to find Harry as soon as possible to stop being stupid, even though it was already evening in the Gryffindor common room when she saw Harry again that day, and Harry had returned earlier than she had returned.

In order to avoid a dispute, she chose to keep what she heard secret, she knew Ron's prejudice against Malfoy, and if she told him, something else might happen.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore said, interrupting Hermione's thoughts, as the three of them approached the table together. "There aren't many of us, so it's a bit silly to use those tables in the courtyards... Sit down, sit down!" Dumbledore looked at them with a smile.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Firecrackers!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing Snape the tail of a large silver firecracker, who reluctantly took it. The firecracker slammed, like a gun, and scattered, revealing a large witch's hat on top of it, and a specimen of a mountain carving on top of it.

Pansy, who was sitting on the side, sneered and laughed, Snape put on his sallow face without expression, and didn't say anything, he was still relatively tolerant of the students of his house, and it was a holiday.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and grinned, but with more restraint.

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

"Let's eat!" He smiled at the whole table.

"When are we leaving?" asked Pansy whispering affectionately on Malfoy's shoulder, who said that he had prepared a secret weapon for their team at Christmas, which made her excited, and that her teammates had already arrived at their agreed place, and that Malfoy said that he was a little bit of a trivia at school and would arrive a little later, so she herself decided to stay with him.

"Soon, we'll be able to leave after this meal, and it's not easy for us to fill our stomachs during the journey. Malfoy explained.

"Don't get too excited, this is a special training to sacrifice your vacation, and you must be prepared to endure hardships. Malfoy added.

"As long as you can win the championship, it's fine. Pansy's eyes lit up.

"They certainly don't know that you now have the most advanced broom in the world. Ron couldn't help but laugh when he heard their conversation, so he leaned into Harry's ear and lowered his voice as well. "It's definitely a secret weapon they can't think of. ”

"Ultimately, it's up to us. Harry said, but his expression betrayed his inner pleasure, and he was expecting the surprise of the Slytherin players.

However, due to the round-robin format, they and the Slytherin team will not meet again in the Quidditch Cup, which makes Harry somewhat disappointed.

"By the way, why didn't you let me go to Hogsmeade last time and leave me alone at school?" Pansy asked suddenly. There was a slight dissatisfaction in his tone, and the mood that was happy just now because of the "special training" immediately changed again, and the sunny turned cloudy.

"It's just a small punishment for the last drink you had, it's better to drink this drink at your age. Malfoy said as he handed her a cup of honey tea.

"Oh, okay. She pursed her lips and took it, but she didn't take a sip.

"This sausage tastes good, doesn't it?" said Dumbledore's voice, who asked Malfoy as he sat next to him with concern.

"Of course, Professor. Malfoy nodded politely, then took a plate full of sausages that Dumbledore had handed him.

Just then, the door to the hall opened. 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.

"Sybil, it's a pleasure to have you here. Dumbledore said, preparing to rise to meet her.

But just as he was about to stand up, a wild bark suddenly sounded from under the table.

"Spotted, what's wrong with you. Spotted, who was hiding in Ron's arms, suddenly jumped out of the air, and ran irrationally on the table full of plates, rushing left and right, as if there was some ghost behind him, and many plates were overturned on the table by it, making a ping-pong glass crash, and some of them were unlucky, and fell directly to the ground, shattering, making a clanging sound.

Eventually, it jumped off the dining table and ran somewhere.

"Don't look at me. Hermione spread her hands and sighed, "For the sake of this mouse, Crookshank Mountain has been locked in my bedroom. Ron looked at Hermione almost immediately, and Hermione explained.

"You can't tell the difference between a cat and a dog. Hermione then said helplessly.

"It's the first time I've seen a mouse scared like this by a dog's barking, shouldn't a mouse be afraid of cats? Pansy laughed at this.

"You!" Ron glared at Pansy, but didn't have time to argue with her.

"What a lively pet. Dumbledore twisted his beard and said with a smile, his standing up was interrupted by a dog barking, but he didn't continue to stand up to greet him, and continued to sit down.

"Weasley, looks like your two older brothers have played a prank again. Malfoy bent down, glanced at the legs, and with a hard pull, pulled out a scarlet, striped horn.

"Look. Malfoy poked the horn again, and now it was a lazy "meow" of a cat.

"Those two troublemakers don't even have a good Christmas day. Filch's face was as black as a lump of carbon.

"It's better to have a festive holiday, and I think it's good. Dumbledore still looked so happy that he even reached out and took the horn and pressed it.

"Quack. ”

Again, the cries of ducks were heard.

"Look, how funny, reminds me of their howl letter last semester. Dumbledore said as he played with the horn.

"Oh, Sybil, why can't you come here, there's still a vacant seat here. Dumbledore waved to Professor Trelawney again.

"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.

"I don't dare, Headmaster! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die!"

"We're willing to take that risk, Sybil. Professor McGonagall said impatiently, "Sit down, the turkey is going to be cold as a stone." ”

"No, I'll just go now. Malfoy stood up. "Honestly, I've eaten, now I've got to go pack our bags, and we'll meet at the door in two hours, Pansy. Malfoy leaned on his chair and followed Pansy.

"Everyone, please enjoy slowly. He said politely.

"Now that I'm gone, you can join just twelve more people, and you won't have to worry, right, Professor?" Malfoy whispered as he walked over to Professor Trelawney.

"It looks like I'm driving you away. Professor Trelawney muttered, and sat down in the empty chair, the expression on his face softened considerably.

"Of course not. Malfoy smiled, then turned and walked briskly towards the exit of the auditorium.

"Let's move on. Dumbledore raised the glass in front of him and said to the crowd.

So the students and teachers at the table began to enjoy the delicious food in front of them again, but Ron looked at the exit with worry from time to time, still worried about his pet mouse.

"So it looks like the rat should be the first to leave the table, right?"

"You're the thirteenth, Peter. Malfoy sighed as one of his feet stepped out of the doorway. (To be continued.) )