At lunchtime, Augustus and Lilian Malfoy walked into the hall, where the tables of the four houses were all in the corner, and there was only one table left 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 Filch had stripped off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.

"Welcome, Merry Christmas." With a happy expression on his face, Dumbledore greeted Augustus and the others, "There are not many of us, it's a little silly to use those tables in each courtyard to sit down, sit down!" Augustus smiled and nodded, and sat down at the end of the table with the two of them.

"Dumbledore, the old bee, is a real resource saver, but it's a little strange to sit at the same table with the headmasters for the first time." Malfoy lowered his voice and muttered to Augustus and Lillian.

Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes swept over Malfoy, his snow-white beard trembled slightly, and his face was still a kind smile, Malfoy pursed his lips and looked away.

The three of Harry arrived at the dining room after a while, and sat on Augustus's left hand side in an arranged seating arrangement, and Dumbledore saw that everyone had arrived, and stood up from the main seat, "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.

Lilian thought of the Boggart, her burgundy pupils filled with a smile, Snape seemed to sense something, his eyes became gloomy, and he pushed his hat to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his wizard's hat.

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

Augustus picked up the knife from the table and was about to eat, when the door of the dining room was opened again, and Professor Trelawney walked into the hall covered in wind and snow, dressed in a floor-length dress, like a ghost without feet, slowly floating in.

"Ah, oh, this is the trouble, our death prophet is also coming to this luncheon, hey, this year's Christmas seems to be full of surprises, perhaps, my epitaph is about to be born in this Christmas luncheon." Malfoy looked at the expressionless prophet with a sad face, and sighed. In the dislike of Trelawney, he and Harry seem to be surprisingly on the same side.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, then stood up and said, "Sybil, it's a pleasure to have you here!"

"The future is always so full of mysteries, clear the fog, the next moment of the scene, just like a clear picture, constantly repeating in front of me, in the future world, I have found the scene of lunch with you, the long river of history has never stopped due to personal factors, for the arrangement of fate, I will naturally not refuse." Professor Trelawney's vague, ethereal voice seemed to drift from the distant unknown, and everyone present frowned.

"If the future occasion is so accidental, maybe in the next second, you will find that I am already a little full." Lilian's lovely face was a little disappointed, holding her stomach in her hands, and she muttered indignantly in a low voice.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, "Of course, since the future is so directed, it is natural to follow the rules. Let me bring you a chair??"

Drawing his wand and pointing into the air, Augustus looked at the wand in Dumbledore's hand with some confusion, and it seemed to feel a little different for the first time to observe it so closely. A chair appeared out of thin air, spun in mid-air for a few seconds before a dull thud landed between Professors Snape and McGonagall. However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes kept looking at the table, and she suddenly let out a low scream.

There was another frown, and everyone at the scene looked at Trelawney, completely unable to understand what this worldly master was going to start doing.

"I don't dare, Headmaster! If I sat down, there would 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!"

"Professor, you seem to have forgotten that you had predicted death to me, so it should be fine if I was the first to stand up after dinner, anyway, early death and late death are the same death, isn't it? But it's a shame to let you dine with someone who is going to die. Augustus wore a trademark aristocratic smile on his face and a subtle tone of voice in his words. Everyone present smiled knowingly, even Snape, who had always had a serious face, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Sit down, Sybil, and since Monsieur Augustus is so generous in the face of death, what do you have to worry about. But I'm sure all of you here are willing to take that risk. Dumbledore whispered wittily, urging Trelawney to sit down.

Professor Trelawney hesitated, and then sat down in the empty chair, eyes closed, mouth pursed, as if lightning was about to strike the table.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, why didn't Professor Lupin come today, isn't he also at school?" Lilian really didn't have much appetite, turned her head to look at the teachers sitting in their seats, and suddenly asked.

"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." ”

"Indeed, but I think Professor Trelawney must have known the Tao a long time ago, otherwise, how could she have deduced that there were exactly thirteen people here, and she only found out after arriving? Since Thirteen was so unlucky, how could Professor Trelawney, who knew that there were only thirteen people left in the Dao, appear at this luncheon. It must have been discovered that Professor Lupin was sick. Malfoy had a smug smile on his face and a powerful weird logic in his words.

Professor Trelawney gave Malfoy a nonchalant look.

"Of course I know all this, Draco," 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. If I follow the perfect route, then I will be farther and farther away from you mortals, which I may not want to see. ”

"I see! I get it. Malfoy nodded solemnly, looking like a well-behaved student.