"We're willing to take that risk, Sybil. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info fire?Ran?text?? w?w?w?．?” Professor McGonagall said impatiently, "Sit down, the turkey is going to be as cold as a stone." ”

Professor Trelawney hesitated, and then sat down in the empty chair, eyes closed, mouth pursed, as if lightning was about to strike the table. Professor McGonagall reached for a large spoon into the nearest bowl.

"Do you want tripe, Sybil?"

Professor Trelawney ignored her. She opened her eyes, looked around, and asked, "Where's the dear Professor Lupin?"

"I'm afraid the poor man is sick again," Dumbledore said, motioning for everyone to start eating, "and he's unlucky to be sick at Christmas." ”

"But surely you already know, don't you, Sybil?" said Professor McGonagall. Raised eyebrows.

Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a nonchalant look.

"Of course I know, Minerva," she said calmly, "but people don't boast that they know everything. I often behave as if I don't have the eyes so that others don't get nervous. ”

"That says a lot. Professor McGonagall said bitterly.

Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less indistinct.

"If you must know, Minerva, I've seen that poor Professor Lupin won't be with us for long. He himself seemed to understand that his time was running out. When I volunteered to show him the crystal ball, he always avoided ......"

"Think about it. Professor McGonagall said dryly.

"I suppose," said Dumbledore, his tone cheerful, but with a slight increase, which ended the conversation between Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney, "Professor Lupin is not in immediate danger. Severus, have you made another potion for him?"

"Yes, Headmaster. Snape said.

"Well," said Dumbledore, "then he'll be able to get out of bed and walk around soon, Derek, have you ever eaten this sausage? ”

The first-grader's face flushed with nervousness as the principal spoke directly to him, and he took the large shallow plate of sausages with trembling hands.

Two hours later, the Christmas feast was over, and until then, Professor Trelawney's behavior had been almost normal. Harry and Ron were so bloated from the Christmas dinner that they wore their own firecracker hats on their heads. They left the table first, and Professor Trelawney screamed loudly.

"Oh my God, which of you two was the first to get out of his seat?

"I don't know. Ron said, looking at Harry uneasily.

"I don't think it makes a difference," said Professor McGonagall nonchalantly, "unless there's a mad axe waiting outside the door, intent on cutting down the first person to walk into the foyer." ”

Even Ron laughed. Professor Trelawney seemed greatly offended.

"Come?" Harry said to Hermione.

"No," Hermione muttered, "I'm going to have a word with Professor McGonagall. ”

"Probably to ask her if she could take a few more classes. Ron yawned. They were walking to the foyer, where there were absolutely no crazy axemen.

They walked to the hole in the portrait and found Sir Cadogan celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former Headmasters of Hogwarts, and his fat pony. He pushed his helmet up and toasted them with a jug of mead.

"Oh, merry Christmas!"

"Nasty mongrel dogs. Ron said.

"So do you, sir!" cried Cadogan, as the painting leaned forward to let them in.

Harry went straight back to his dorm room, gathered his firebolts and Hermione's birthday present, took them downstairs, and tried to do something with them, however, there were no curved broomstick tips to trim, and the broomsticks were smooth and flawless to be polished.

He and Ron sat there, admiring it from every angle.

It wasn't until the hole in the portrait opened that Hermione walked in, and with her was Professor McGonagall.

Despite Professor McGonagall's being the Head of Gryffindor, Harry had only seen her come to the common room once, and that time to announce something very important. He and Ron stared at her, both holding the firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book, and hid her face behind it.

"That's it, isn't it?" Professor McGonagall said, her eyes lit up. She walked over to the fireplace and looked at the firebolts. "Miss Granger just told me someone gave you a broomstick, Potter. ”

Harry and Ron looked back at Hermione. They saw that her forehead was red when the book was exposed, and that the book was upside down.

"Can I show me?" said Professor McGonagall. But without waiting for an answer, she took the firebolt from their hands. She examined it carefully from beginning to end. "Hmph, you didn't say roar at all, did you, Potter? no cards, no information?"

"Nope. Harry said with a blank face.

"I see," Professor McGonagall said, "well, I'm afraid I'll have to take it away, Potter. ”

"W-what?" said Harry, standing up in a panic. "Why?"

"It must be checked to see if there is anything unlucky. "Of course, I'm not an expert, but I dare say that Mrs. Hodge and Professor Flitwick would have disassembled it......"

"Disassembly?" Ron repeated. Seems to think Professor McGonagall is crazy.

"It's going to be a couple of weeks. Professor McGonagall said, "If we can be sure that it doesn't come with anything inauspicious, we can give it back to you." ”

"There's nothing wrong with it!" said Harry, his voice trembling slightly. "Honestly, Professor McGonagall......"

"You won't know, Potter," Professor McGonagall said graciously, "anyway, until you're flying." I don't think it's possible for you to fly on it until we know for sure that no one has ever tampered with it. I'll keep you informed if there's anything going on. ”

Professor McGonagall turned and walked out of the portrait's hole with the firebolt, which closed behind her. Harry watched her leave, still clutching the jar of high-precision polish in his hand. However, Ron turned to Hermione, "Why are you running to Professor McGonagall?"

Hermione tossed the book aside. Her face was still pink, but she stood up to face Ron in spite of it.

"Because I think Professor McGonagall agrees with me, this broom may have been given to Harry by Sirius Black!"