As the saying goes, "Eat like a king for breakfast, a gentleman for lunch, and a pauper for dinner" was originally used to discuss healthy eating, but it is not inconsistent with the three meals a day in England.

It is said that British cuisine will make you think that you have strayed into a dark country, but in fact, British breakfast is not as terrible as foreigners know. On the contrary, even the Muggle writer Maugham, who was born in Paris, France, once said that if you want to eat well in England, you might as well eat breakfast three times a day!

Of course, Maca felt that it was just that there was no harm in the absence of contrast.

“…… Come, try this roasted quail," Slughorn said with gusto, strikingly forking a black and dry crubble onto Maca's plate, "You know, while Hogwarts food has always been very popular, it's still too greasy for us seniors. I made these roasted quails myself - I haven't been to the kitchen in a long time, and those elves are still so delightful! ”

Yes, if it was a normal breakfast, such as bacon and omelette, it was indeed okay, but the roasted quail that the old man made up was a little unacceptable.

Maca nodded at him, then unnoticedly pushed the ghost quail aside a bit, lest it scowl its teeth and claws in the way of the mashed potatoes with cream cheese she was eating.

Thankfully, Slughorn didn't continue to stare at him, but picked up another roasted quail and turned his head at Harry's plate.

The breakfast was actually quite hearty, except for Slughorn's ingenious roasted quail, everything else seemed to be very appetizing. It's just that the atmosphere at this table is a little weird.

Ron was staring at Draco intently, while Draco was preoccupied with a piece of grilled sausage; Hermione's fork was poking at the one-sided omelette for a while, but her attention was clearly on Luna in the corner of her eye, and she didn't even notice the half-curdled yolk coming out.

On the other side of the table, Neville probably didn't seem to have slept enough, and he could doze off with half a slice of toast in his mouth.

Finally, of course, there was Harry, who was trying to cope with Slughorn's enthusiasm to keep the last roasted quail from ending up on his plate.

The meaning behind Slughorn's meal was clear, and before Harry arrived, he had focused on Maca. And when Harry took his seat, he decisively shifted the goal of the relationship to the sad Harry.

“…… McLean's performance at the Quidditch World Cup was fantastic, wasn't it? ”

Slughorn was talking to Harry about the World Cup havoc in Maca, and the shriveled quail on the tip of the fork shook as if it had come back from the dead.

"At that time, no one knew that he was acting, and the flying skills he showed were genuine! Do you know? I was there at the time – well, if I wanted to, Gwenog would get me tickets for free. Of course, I'm talking about Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpy team, and he's the student I used to teach......"

Showing that he has a wide range of contacts anytime and anywhere is Slughorn's forte. He can insert famous people he knows into the conversation, and then tell others about it naturally.

"Seriously, I mentioned that to Gwenog in the letter," the old man continued to mutter, with high spirits, regardless of whether Harry listened or not, "McLean hadn't announced his and Albus's plans yet, so Gwenog didn't have much of a good opinion of McLean in his reply—"

With that, Slughorn turned his head again and smiled at Maca. Maca, who was munching on a grilled sausage, shrugged her shoulders indifferently, indicating that she didn't care.

“…… Hey, but even though she was a little angry at McLean's actions to disrupt the World Cup at the time, she was highly praised for McClain's Quidditch skills on the spot. She said that the player who was able to catch the Golden Snitch shortly after the opening whistle was not only absolute luck but also absolute strength - and McLean's situation at the time was obviously the latter! ”

He paused slightly, then said with emotion: "I think McLean, if he doesn't want to be a professor in the future, maybe he can go to Quidditch - it has to be world-class!" He's sure to win a string of championships for his team! ”

Children mostly love Quidditch, and this has been the case since Slughorn was younger. He guessed right, even now, the sport is a favorite of most young wizards.

"Oh! Sir, you just said you knew Gwenog Jones? Ron was no longer staring at Draco, who was surprisingly silent today.

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn nodded, pretending to be reserved, "You hear, I've taught her before—Potions class, you know. ”

Ron got his confirmation once again, and then looked at Maca in surprise.

"Last time you were at my house, you told Ginny that someone could help her get an autographed photo of Gwenog, but are you talking about Mr. Slughorn?"

He was referring to the previous three-on-three match at The Burrow, which Maca had indeed mentioned to Ginny before the match. Seeing Ron talk about it at this time, Maca nodded very dryly.

"Signed photo?" As if he had found a breakthrough, Slughorn hurriedly stepped in, "That's easy—trust me, it doesn't get any easier than that!" Ginny? Is that your little girlfriend, Mr. Weasley? ”

"Uh, no, no......" Ron said with a wave of his hand, "Ginny is my sister." ”

"Really?" Slughorn didn't care what the relationship was, he just needed to know that the two were close, "You tell Miss Weasley to wait, next time I can invite him to my little private event, and then I can give her an autographed photo!" ”

"Oh! That's good," Ron seemed very interested in everything that would make his precious sister happy, "Ginny would be very happy if she knew!" But ......"

As he spoke, he turned to Maca and asked, "Why did you say it was next school year?" What I heard in the broomroom, you told Ginny to look forward to the next school year......"

When Maca heard this, she looked over to Slughorn and motioned for him to make her own announcement.

Slughorn saw that Maca was asking him with his eyes, and after thinking about it, he moved the back chair under his ass and stood up with a smile on his face.

"McLean wasn't wrong, it's just that due to some circumstances, this time needs to be brought forward a little bit." The old man tugged at his collar as if to make himself look more dignified, "None of the young gentlemen or ladies here are outsiders, so you can know before the rest of you - starting today, I will officially return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a Potions professor at the school!" ”

For a moment, Harry and the others were stunned in their seats, and only two people applauded sparsely. One of them was Marca naturally, and the other was Draco, who seemed to have known about it for a long time.

"That'...... What about Snape? Harry was the first to speak.

There is an old British saying that "the one who cares about you the most is always your enemy", and this sentence is vividly expressed in Harry.

"Professor Snape will replace Dolores Umbridge, who voluntarily resigned, as a temporary vacancy for Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." Maca casually explained, "Don't roll your eyes just yet, trust me, he's at least a lot better than Umbridge...... As for how much stronger, you can experience it for yourselves! ”

"Oh-"

Even Maca's comfort couldn't stop Ron and Harry's heartfelt wails, and even Neville, who was dozing off, was awakened by the name "Snape", and the half-pulled tomato slices in his mouth fell back onto his plate.

“…… So, I'm going to teach you this wonderful course in Potions in the future! Slughorn's attention wasn't on Snape at all, he was still giving his own speech, "Maybe you haven't been able to get the charm of this class before, but I'm going to get you really interested in it!" By the way, I'll have the exclusive good news for you – your Professor McLean will be a special guest in my first class, and I'll be with him to show you all the glory of Potions! ”

Perhaps because the name "McLean" had been mentioned so many times during this breakfast time, Draco finally pulled his eyes out of the roasted sausage and hesitantly swept in Maca's direction.

Since Draco was sitting in a seat next to Slughorn, Slughorn even noticed Draco's gaze. Somehow, Slughorn, who had a soft spot for this kind of sleek moment, ended his inaugural speech and suddenly turned the conversation to Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't you have something to say to McLean?" His face showed a kind taste, as if he had become a kind old man in an instant, "I think now is a good time, if you have anything to say, you can say it now!" For my sake, I'm sure McLean would be willing to hear it...... Is it? ”

Slughorn's last "yes" was apparently said to Maca. He wasn't very interested in his "face" Maca, but what Draco wanted to say, he would be willing to find out.