"I was looking at the double ball, Headmaster. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" said Professor Trelawney, in her characteristic ethereal tone, "to my surprise, I left my lunch behind and joined your party. How could I not follow the guidance of fate?, so I hurried down from my tower, and begged your forgiveness for being late. ”

"Of course, of course. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Please let me get you a chair." ”

Dumbledore then conjured a chair. It spun around for a few seconds, then landed halfway between Professor McGonagall and Snape. Then Professor Trelawney didn't go over and sit down, she stared around the table.

"Forgive me for not being able to sit down, Headmaster! If I sit down at the table, I'll be the thirteenth! It's very unlucky! Don't forget, when thirteen people are dining together, the first person to stand up will surely leave us!" exclaimed Professor Trelawney.

"We're willing to take risks for this, Sybil. Professor McGonagall said impatiently, "Sit down, if you don't eat it, the turkey will be as hard as a stone." ”

Professor Trelawney hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down in the empty chair. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were tightly pursed, as if she were a prisoner waiting to be judged.

"Do you need tripe, Sybil?" asked Professor McGonagall.

Professor Trelawney ignored Professor McGonagall's words, opened her eyes, looked around, and asked, "But, where has Professor Lupin gone?"

"I think poor Lupin must be sick again. Dumbledore said regretfully, "It's just Christmas, what a poor fellow." ”

"I suppose Sibiso must have known all of this, right?" Professor McGonagall said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I do, Minerva. Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a cold look, "But I don't want to boast that I know everything, I always have to pretend that I don't have a vision, so that everyone is less nervous." ”

"It's so sweet. Professor McGonagall scoffed.

"If you must know, then I can tell you, Minerva. I saw that poor Professor Lupin had been around for a short time, and he seemed to know that his time was running out, and I could already see through the crystal ball that he was running out of Hogwarts in embarrassment........"

"Hehe, you can imagine. Professor McGonagall said coldly.

"I don't think there's anything urgent about Professor Lupin forcing him to resign as a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Severus, you're making potions for him again, aren't you?"

"Yes, Headmaster. Snape replied.

"Very well, then I'm sure he'll be mentally ready again soon. Dumbledore said briskly, "Drake, have you ever tasted these sausages? ”

The first-year student who had been greeted by Dumbledore blushed as he took the plate of sausages with his trembling hands.

"Professor Dumbledore can remember the name of that first-year student?" asked the little maid, a little incredulous.

"Why do you think Dumbledore is loved? Louis said as he ate Dumbledore's recommended sausage, "If it were Fudge, I don't think he would have remembered how many of his men were." ”

"But it's useless, is it? how can a first-year student help him?" asked the little maid, puzzled, unable to understand why Dumbledore had put so much effort into it.

"One is that it doesn't help. "What about the group? How many good wizards will the whole of Hogwarts provide each year? As long as 1/10 of them can remember Dumbledore's goodness, then the number of people who support him every year is very significant." ”

"It's not that exaggerated," said the little maid, with some suspicion.

"Why do you think Fudge is so nervous that Dumbledore will overthrow him? You know, almost all of the young employees of the Ministry of Magic are students taught by Dumbledore, and they all support Dumbledore over Fudge. Louis said with a pout.

Whoever has all his subordinates support others, even the calmest person can't sit still, he has to worry every day, and sooner or later he will be tortured and crazy.

"Do you think Professor Trelawney is telling the truth?" asked the little maid again.

"Which one do you mean?" asked Louis rhetorically.

"Professor Lupin's business, is he really leaving?" asked the little maid.

"Does this still need to be prophesied? Isn't it every year that the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher changes. Louis said with a shrug.

The little maid froze for a moment, she didn't react at once, just thinking about Professor Trelawney's prophecy, forgetting that the professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class would not stay long.