“…… Don't pretend with such childish word tricks, it will only make you insult your own family name. Maca simply smiled, but in Lev's eyes, it was a sneer.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Lev's eyes, but his aristocratic education from a young age still allowed him to maintain a minimum of calm.

"Whether or not I insulted my last name, you don't need to judge." He glared at Maka and said, "And what's your last name?" McClegan? ”

Obviously, what Layla and Maca said just now was heard by him.

"Yes, my last name is McClegan." Maca still had a smile on her face, making it impossible to tell if he was serious about answering.

"Hmph," said Lev disdainfully, "I've been reciting family names and crests since I was a child, but I've never heard of a little family like yours that came out of nowhere. ”

"All you have to do is remember that my name is Maca." Maca stared at the other party's eyes, handed the goblet in his hand to Lev, and the other party subconsciously took it.

But the next moment, Lev felt as if he had seen a skull made of black smoke in Maca's eyes, and he was shaken, and a feeling that his soul was shaking.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Maca, Ernie and the others had already made it to the table next to him to chat.

He glanced at Maca hesitantly, only to find that the other party had turned his head and smiled strangely at him.

Lev hurriedly avoided his eyes and walked to his father's side.

"What's wrong?" Old Avery frowned.

"That kid doesn't know what the hell he's up to—" said Lev, sitting beside his father, snorting.

"Speak well." Old Avery immediately interrupted him.

"Uh...... I'm sorry, father. Lev immediately sat up straighter, "Just now...... I'm sure it's some kind of black magic...... But I don't know how he did it......"

Lev described what he had just felt to his father in detail.

Old Avery lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment before he said, "What kind of magic should it be related to the soul......"

He paused, and then instructed in a deep voice: "We are here for an important purpose, don't mess with that kid in the next time-"

"Then I'm just going to swallow that?" Lev said in annoyance.

Old Avery sneered and said, "Even if I don't say it, do you dare to go back and pay back this account yourself?" ”

Lev's face froze, he snorted coldly, and then turned his head and stopped talking.

Old Avery looked at his son and shook his head secretly - he knew his own son very well, if Lev could have that courage, then what if the family's purpose could not be achieved this time?

Speaking of which, this time is just a test, after all, it is really not an overnight thing.

“…… Maca, what did you just do? I saw that guy holding your wine glass and was stunned for a while. ”

On the other side, Ernie asked curiously.

"It's just a small trick." Maca waved her hand casually, but her ears were always on the lookout for the conversation at the various tables nearby.

He didn't want to miss out on a single piece of information that could be exploited.

While Maca was waiting for her chance at the intricate banquet of the many family forces, the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts had already begun.

The tables in the auditorium were moved to the wall, and in the center there was only a round table for twelve people. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were all seated there, as was Filch, the janitor.

Incidentally, Filch has stripped off his usual brown coat and is wearing a very old and rather outdated tuxedo.

Apart from them, there were only three students - two extremely nervous first-year students and a gloomy Slytherin sixth-year.

"Merry Christmas!" When Harry, Ron, and Hermione also walked this way, Dumbledore said, "There aren't many of us, so it's a bit silly to use those tables in the houses...... Come sit down, sit down. ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat side by side in the vacant seats.

"Firecrackers!"

Dumbledore said enthusiastically, handing Snape the tail of a large silver firecracker, who reluctantly took it. The firecracker burst with a bang, revealing a large witch's hat with a mountain carving on top of the hat.

Harry remembered about Boggart and looked at each other with Ron, both grinning.

In the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class of the semester, in the face of Neville's fears, Boggart transforms into the image of Snape. But in the end, Neville used the Lupinist spell to replace the "Snape" costume with his grandmother's.

Harry, they all remember that "Snape" was wearing this strange big hat on his head at the time.

Beside Dumbledore, 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.

Just as Harry was fetching baked potatoes for himself, the door to the hall was opened again.

It was Professor Trelawney who entered, and she "glided" towards everyone as if she were standing on wheels.

As if 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 and stood up.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said in a vague tone, "and I'm surprised to see that I've left my lunch alone to come to your dinner...... Who am I, and how can I refuse the urging of fate? I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely beg your forgiveness for being late......"

"Of course, of course." Dumbledore looked at her intently and said, "Let me bring you a chair—"

With a wave of his wand, he pulled a chair from mid-air, which spun in mid-air for a few seconds before landing between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall with a dull thud.

Professor Trelawney, however, did not sit down. Her big eyes kept scanning around the round table, and then she let out a low scream.

"Oh—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! ”

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

Professor Trelawney hesitated, as if he was about to grit his teeth and sit down, but Dumbledore smiled.

"It seems that there is one more guest today...... I'm going to fetch her in. ”

Dumbledore was about to stand up, but was stopped by Professor McGonagall.

"Shall I come and go...... she said, "at the gate?" ”

"Oh-yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, Minerva. ”

"Let me go......," Filch said, turning and walking out the door.

Professor Trelawney breathed a clear sigh of relief as she sat down as 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," said Dumbledore, "and he's unlucky to be sick at Christmas." ”

"But surely you already know, don't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

It seems that among professors, Professor Trelawney is not very well received - after all, she is always talking about bad luck, death and the like.

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 myself as if I don't have a heavenly eye so that others don't get nervous about it. ”

"That says a lot." Professor McGonagall said sharply.

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 - he always avoided it when I volunteered to show him the crystal ball! ”

"Think about it." Professor McGonagall said dryly.

"I think," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, "Professor Louhu isn't going to be in any danger right away. Severus, did Maca concoct potion for him again? ”

"Yes, Headmaster." Snape replied, "McLean is good, his potions are constantly improving. ”

"Well," said Dumbledore, "then he'll be able to get out of bed and walk around soon...... Oh, the guests have arrived. ”

As if confirming Dumbledore's words, the door to the Great Hall opened again, and behind Filch was a woman in a light-colored witch's robe, who walked one after the other towards the middle of the Great Hall.

Dumbledore stood up and smiled, "Merry Christmas, this guest...... Don't know how I can help you? ”

The young witch was very beautiful, but her slender eyebrows were now frowned, and she seemed to have a lot on her mind.

"Oh yes...... Merry Christmas, Headmaster Dumbledore. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you on this celebratory day, but—is Mr. McLean here?" ”

"Oh—what did I see—" Professor Trelawney, who had just turned her head, suddenly had a face full of horror as she screamed, "Get out of doom, that's a trouble!" ”

Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawney, then at the young witch who paused, and finally reached out and invited, "It's okay, come...... Sit down and speak slowly......"