“…… Come, sit down...... Take your time. ”

Dumbledore waved his wand again, pulled over another chair, and placed it on the table.

But the young witch shook her head and said, "I'm sorry...... You must be Headmaster Dumbledore? I...... I came to Mr. McLean, but I didn't expect ......."

"Maca went out today, saying she was going to a party......" Hermione said casually, poking at the food on her plate.

"Oh-" the young witch sighed in disappointment, then hesitated, "though I know it's abrupt - I was going to ask Mr. McLean to introduce me, but—"

She whispered, "I wonder if you can let me see Mr. Severus Snape?" My mother was not in good shape, and the therapist at St. Mungo said it was a terrible condition, and the healing potions were very difficult to prepare...... So ......"

"Severus?" Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Snape.

Snape brushed his hair impatiently, looked at her indifferently, and said, "Didn't McClane tell you?" ”

The young witch froze for a moment—she didn't know what Snape was referring to.

"Potion," Snape frowned, "McLean is also a pharmacist—"

"He hasn't registered yet!" Professor McGonagall immediately said solemnly.

Snape's impatience was clearly even worse.

He frowned, staring at the young witch again and again before asking, "You know McLean?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Snape," she said ...... nodded quickly, "Mr. McLean, and Miss Lovegood, they are the guests of our restaurant......"

At this point, it is already clear that this young and beautiful witch is the new owner of the "Snow Witch" restaurant in Hogsmeade Village - Selene.

"What is the relationship between the store and the customer?" Snape couldn't help but sneer.

"Sorry, I know that...... But......" Selene sobbed, "I'm really desperate, my mother's illness has suddenly become serious, but there is nothing Saint Mungo can do - just lack of special potions." ”

Snape's brow furrowed wider, apparently he didn't want to make more trouble for himself.

"Severus." Dumbledore spoke suddenly.

Snape glanced at him, then swept his gaze over Celine again.

"Okay...... Snape said sulrely, "I don't care how much you have to do with McLean, it's on his head anyway!" ”

"Let's go! Immediately! He waved his hand impatiently, and then took the lead and walked briskly outside the door.

"He's still so annoying." Ron leaned over to Harry and said in the smallest possible voice.

Just then, Ron felt something jump up on his knee, startling him.

"Whew!" He screamed, slammed his elbow on the edge of the table, knocking over the cup.

"What's wrong?" Harry turned his head.

But before he could continue, he found a large ginger hairball "banging" on the table, and then the ping-pong rang rattle, and many plates and glasses were touched to the ground.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly reached out and picked it up and placed it on the floor, lest it continue to spoil the food.

"Oh, Crookshan, what's wrong with you?" Hermione exclaimed.

That's right, that big furball-like thing was none other than Hermione's pet cat, Crookshan.

Ron was still clutching his elbow and screaming in pain, but he felt a lightness on his thigh.

He quickly turned his head, and the mouse that happened to see him jumped onto the empty chair beside him, and then jumped to the ground again, spreading his legs again and running wildly to the other end.

Naturally, Crook Hill would not let go, and it nimbly circled the round table and chased straight in the direction of Spotted's escape.

"Again! And so it is again! Ron huffed and stood up, "Spotted is sleeping in my bed!" Why are you stupid cat keeping an eye on it! ”

He grumbled in annoyance as he chased them in the direction they were running.

Hermione looked at Ron's back and was about to follow. But she thought about it again, but simply turned her head and sat down in her chair without moving.

"Oh my God! He stood up first! It's him! Professor Trelawney suddenly pointed at the door where Ron had left and screamed loudly.

"Counting him, there are only twelve people!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "You must not have learned arithmetic well. ”

Professor Trelawney came back to her senses, she looked around for a moment, and then said vaguely, "There should have been thirteen here, but the fog of fate has obscured my heavenly eyes......"

Two hours later, Christmas dinner was over.

But until then, Ron hadn't returned—Professor Trelawney had been babbling about it. Harry said he would bring some back to Ron.

"Are you coming?" Harry, who was about to go back, asked Hermione.

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

Harry walked over to the doorway to 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 him with a jug of mead.

"Christmas - Hiccup - Merry! Password? ”

"Dirty mongrel dogs." Harry said.

"So do you, sir!" Cadogan yelled, and at the same time, the painting leaned forward to let him in.

But Harry immediately realized that Ron was not in the common room, so he went straight to the dormitory.

"Oh, you're back...... Harry said, "I've brought you something to eat...... How's it going? ”

Harry caught a glimpse of Blob lying on Ron's bed, who looked worse in spirit, but a little fatter - presumably all due to the small vial of "special rat food" that Maca had given him.

"Thanks," Ron said weakly, glancing at the food Harry had rested on the bedside table, "as long as that damn stupid cat doesn't come to catch it again, I think it will live at least a few more days......"

"Didn't you feed it any more rat food from Maca?" Harry asked, "Looks like that's working well." ”

"Hey," said Ron, "it's good, and Spotted loves to eat, and he always sleeps when he's done." ”

"Rest more to get better!" Harry said casually, walking over to his bedside.

Ron thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

By this time, Harry had already held his firebolt and Hermione's birthday gift, the Broomstick Care Manual, in his arms.

"I'm going to take care of it, Ron, together?" Harry turned his head.

Ron looked at Spotted as he lay on the bed—it seemed to be asleep.

"Hmm...... All right! Ron said.

The two of them walked downstairs into the common room, and Harry flipped through the manual, wondering what to do with the firebolts.

However, there are no curved broom tips that need to be trimmed, and the broomstick is so smooth and flawless that it obviously doesn't need to be sanded.

He and Ron sat there, admiring it from all angles, until the hole in the portrait opened and Hermione walked in...... She was joined by 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 looked at her with wide eyes, both holding the firebolts. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book, and hid her face behind it.

"Oh! This is...... Firebow Bolts! Professor McGonagall said, her expression still serious, but her eyes seemed to glow, "It's beautiful." ”

She walked over to the fireplace, looked at the firebolts, and said in a slightly exclamatory tone, "Is this a Christmas present from whom, Potter?" ”

Harry and Ron turned to look at Hermione.

They saw that her forehead was slightly red from the top of the book, and that the book was upside down.

"Uh...... Yes, yes," Harry felt his throat dry a little, "it's ......"

He wasn't sure if he should say it was from Maca, but Professor McGonagall took the initiative to change the subject, much to his and Ron's surprise.

"Oh—let's not talk about that," Professor McGonagall said abruptly turning to Ron, "Miss Granger just told me that your pet rat isn't in great shape, and she asked me to take a look." ”

"What?" Ron felt like he must have misheard.

"Take me to see your rats," Professor McGonagall said, "and I'm not a professional, but at least I'll give you a look." ”

"Oh...... All right! Ron glanced over to Hermione, only to see that she had kept her face hidden behind the book.

Ron takes Professor McGonagall to the dorm room, but to his surprise, Spotted is gone!

Ron searched everywhere, but couldn't find it. Professor McGonagall left with a phrase "Bring me to my office if you find it" and left.

“…… What about Hermione? Ron asked Harry awkwardly.

Harry gestured to the staircase that led to the women's bed.

"What is she doing?" Ron muttered and sat down in the armchair next to Harry.

Harry was still holding his firebolt and admiring it, without looking up, "She went up and said to me, 'If it was Maka, she would do it.'" ’”

Ron scratched his hair and said sullenly, "If it was Maca, he'd always figure it out on his own - like he did when he gave me rat food." ”

……

"Ahh

On the other side, Maca, who was casually chatting with Ernie, suddenly sneezed.

"Hey, Maca, do you have a cold?" Ernie said strangely.

Maca rubbed her nose and subconsciously looked in the direction of Hogwarts, then shook her head again.

"Maybe someone is speaking ill of me," he said...... "where did you just go?" ”

"You just said that the man named Columbus knocked an egg on the table!" Layla excitedly said, "What next?" Is he going to eat it? ”