"I think I'm willing to take the risk, Professor Trelawney. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Roger said seriously to the professor of divination while cutting the steak, "And I'm also curious, how did I die?"

Professor Trelawney hesitated, his mouth half-open not knowing what to say, apparently not expecting someone to ask her such a question out of the blue.

"Alright, sit down, Sybil. Professor McGonagall spoke suddenly, impatiently stopping the conversation between them, "The turkey is going to be cold as a stone." ”

?? Professor Trelawney got off the donkey, his eyes closed, his mouth pursed, and sat down on the empty chair, as if a thunderbolt was about to strike at the table.

Professor Sprout reached a large spoon into the nearest bowl, "Do you want tripe, Sybil?"

?? Professor Trelawney ignored it, (Roger reached out and took it: "Give me some") 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, motioning for everyone to begin their meal, "and he was unlucky to fall ill at Christmas." ”

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

?? Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a nonchalant look.

The war of words between the two professors was much more exciting than the question Roger had just asked.

Harry lowered his head and muttered to Roger and Hermione, "Is Professor McGonagall at odds with Professor Trelawney?"

"How come, their relationship is good~" Roger ate a large spoonful of tripe scooped up.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows in surprise, "Really? I think Professor McGonagall can't get used to Professor Trelawney's coy looks..."

Professor McGonagall was actually as smart and sensible as Hermione, and didn't like the Shinto divination literature.

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

??“ This 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 it—"

??“ Think about it. Professor McGonagall said dryly.

The conversation between the professors did not continue, after all, there were still students watching here, and Lao Deng stopped them with a voice.

??“ I think—" His tone was happy, but slightly raised, and that ended with Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney: "Professor Louhu 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...... Roger, have you ever eaten this sausage? ”

"Yo, then I'm going to have Professor Snape help me pass it over—" Roger instructed Snape honestly and unceremoniously.

Snape's face was long, but he couldn't have a seizure in front of the headmaster, so he had to put his plate heavily in front of Hermione, who was closer to him.

Two hours later, the Christmas feast, including Roger, was over, and until then, Professor Trelawney had behaved almost normally.

The two first-graders left the table first, and Professor Trelawney screamed loudly.

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

??“ I don't know. One of the young boys said, looking uneasily at the professors at the table.

??“ 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." ”

?? The nervous little boy laughed. Professor Trelawney seemed greatly offended.

Roger picked his teeth and played with a magic firecracker, pulling out a women's hat decorated with flowers.

He tossed his hat to Professor Snape several positions away, "This hat is not bad, not inferior to the headmaster's mountain carving..."

Sprous, Flitvier, and Trelawney looked at Professor McGonagall with pity... There's schadenfreude in Trelawney's eyes... No matter which college has such a so-called 'deductor', it is the sorrow of its dean... He went to provoke Snape again and again.

Not to mention that the Gryffindor students dare to provoke, even if there is nothing to do, Snape still has to find fault and deduct points... What's more, someone is going to brush his tiger whiskers today!?

But to everyone's surprise, Professor Snape sane didn't pick up the stubble, got up with a black face and prepared to leave.

Even Professor McGonagall looked at him with a strange expression, when did the old Slytherin bat get along so well?

But Roger didn't want to let the professor go, and said again, "Professor Snape, don't go... Is there any news on the institute in Edinburgh?"

Snape looked back at Roger deeply, said nothing, and turned away.

Professor Flitwick, who didn't know what was going on, wondered, "Does Severus have anything to do in Edinburgh?"

Sprouse and McGonagall shook their heads incomprehensibly... In other words, none of you here understood Roger's last sentence with no beginning or end... Except for Dumbledore.

What old Deng said in the Forbidden Forest was far from the actual situation, was Old Deng lying to him or Snape lying to him? Or did the two of them join forces to deceive him?

If Roger wants to figure this out, let's first stir up the relationship between the two.

But Dumbledore, the old fox, didn't show any movement on the surface, and looked at the flowered lady's hat that Roger had just thrown over, not far from him.

The little savior of the circle stood up for some unknown reason and said to the two friends: "Go back to the common room, are you together?"

Roger yawned, stretched his waist to stand up, and said succinctly, "Go." ”

Hermione looked thoughtfully at Roger and then at the professors, and followed them.

Walking through the foyer to the eighth floor, the portrait of the hole in the lounge shows the fat lady celebrating Christmas with several people in the paintings around her, her fat ass sitting on a stool and toasting them with a pot of mead: "Merry Christmas, children!

"Dragon's Blood Wine. Hermione couldn't wait to say, the girl had a lot of questions about the restaurant just now.