Chapter 111

"... come on, sit down... Speak slowly."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, pulled another chair and put it at the table.

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

"Marca went out today and said she was going to a party..." Hermione said casually, poking down at the food on the plate.

"Oh --" the young witch sighed disappointed and hesitated, "although I know it's abrupt - I was going to ask Mr. McLean to introduce me, but --"

She whispered, "I wonder if I can meet Mr. Severus Snape? My mother is not in good condition. The therapist in San Mungo said that it is a very bad disease, and the medicine for treatment is very difficult to prepare... So..."

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

Snape brushed his hair impatiently, looked at her coldly and said, "didn't McLean tell you?"

The young witch was stunned - she didn't know what Snape meant.

"Potion," snape frowned. "McLean is also a pharmacist -"

"He hasn't registered yet!" Professor McGonagall said seriously at once.

Snape's impatience was obviously even better.

He frowned, stared at the young witch again and again, and then asked, "do you know McLean?"

"Yes, Mr. Snape..." she nodded quickly. "Mr. McLean and miss Lovegood, they are distinguished guests in our restaurant..."

It is already clear here that this beautiful young witch is Selin, the new owner of the "snow witch" restaurant in Hogsmeade village.

"The relationship between the store and the customer?" snape couldn't help laughing.

"I'm sorry, I know this... But..." said Celine with a tearful expression. "I'm really desperate. My mother's illness suddenly became serious, but San Mungo can't help it - it's just lack of special medicine."

Snape frowned more and more. Obviously, he didn't want to make himself more trouble.

"Severus," said Dumbledore suddenly.

Snape glanced at him, then glanced at Celine again.

"All right, all right..." snape said angrily, "I don't care how much relationship you have with McLean, anyway, it's on his head!"

"Let's go! Now!" he waved his hand impatiently, and then took the lead to walk quickly outside the door.

"He's still so annoying," Ron said in the smallest voice, coming close to Harry.

Just then, Ron felt something jumping on his knee, which startled him.

"Ow!" he cried, knocking his elbow on the edge of the table and overturning the cup.

"What's the matter?" Harry turned his head.

But before he could go on, he found a big ginger hairball "banging" on the table. Then there was a loud clang, and many plates and glasses were hit on the ground.

Professor McGonagall quickly reached out and picked it up and put it on the ground so that it wouldn't continue to spoil the food.

"Oh, crook hill, what's the matter with you?" cried Hermione.

Yes, that big hairball is Hermione's pet cat, crook mountain.

Ron was still holding his elbow in pain, but he felt a light on his thigh.

He quickly turned his head and happened to see his mouse jumping on the empty chair next to him. Then he jumped to the ground and ran to the other end again.

Naturally, crook mountain will not let go. It flexibly bypasses the round table and goes straight to the direction of fleeing.

"That's it again! That's it again!" Ron stood up angrily. "Spotted is sleeping well in my bed! Why do you stupid cat keep staring at it!"

While complaining angrily, he ran after them in the direction they ran.

Hermione looked at Ron's back and wanted to follow. But she thought again, but she simply turned her head and sat still in her chair.

"God! He got up first! It's him!" Professor Trelawney suddenly pointed to the door Ron left and screamed.

"There are only twelve of him!" Professor McGonagall said angrily. "You must not have learned arithmetic well."

Professor Trelawney recovered. She looked around and vaguely said, "there should have been thirteen here, but the fog of fate covered my eyes..."

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was over.

But until now, Ron didn't come back - Professor Trelawney has been talking about it. Harry said he would bring some back to Ron.

"Are you coming?" Harry asked Hermione as he was going back.

"No," muttered Hermione, "I want to have a word with Professor McGonagall."

Harry went to the doorway in the portrait and found Sir kadogan celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former principals of Hogwarts, and his fat pony.

He pushed his helmet up and toasted him with a pot of mead.

"Christmas - burp - happy! Password?"

"Dirty bastard," said Harry.

"You too, sir!" cried cardogan, as the picture tilted forward to let him in.

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

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

Harry saw the spot lying on Ron's bed at a glance. It looked worse, but it was a little fatter - it was probably the function of the small bottle of "special mouse food" given by Marca.

"Thank you," said Ron weakly, glancing at Harry's food on the bedside table. "As long as the damn stupid cat doesn't catch it anymore, I think it can live at least a few more days..."

"Didn't you feed him any more rat food from Marca?" asked Harry. "It looks like it works well."

"Yes," said Ron. "The effect is good. Spots love to eat. They always sleep after eating."

"Take more rest to get better!" said Harry casually, walking to his bedside.

Ron thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

By now, Harry had held his Firebolt and Hermione's birthday present, the Broom Care Manual, in his arms.

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

Ron looked at the spot lying on the bed - it seemed to be asleep.

"Well... All right!" said Ron.

They went downstairs to the common room. Harry looked through the manual and wondered what to do with the Firebolt.

However, there is no curved broom tip to trim. The flying broom is so smooth and flawless that it obviously doesn't need to be polished.

He and Ron sat there admiring it from all angles until the hole in the portrait opened and Hermione came in... With her was Professor McGonagall.

Although Professor McGonagall was the dean of Gryffindor, Harry only saw her come to the common room once, and that time to announce a very important thing.

He and Ron looked at her with wide eyes, both holding the Firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book and hid her face behind it.

"Oh! This is... Fire crossbow!" said Professor McGonagall. Although his expression was still serious, his eyes seemed to shine. "It's so beautiful."

She went to the fireplace, looked at the fire crossbow and said in a slightly exclamatory voice, "who gave you this Christmas present, Potter?"

Harry and Ron looked back at Hermione.

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

"Well... Yes, yes," Harry felt a little dry in his throat. "This is..."

He was not sure whether he should say it was from Marca, but Professor McGonagall took the initiative to change the topic, which surprised him and Ron.

"Oh - not to mention that," said Professor McGonagall, suddenly turning to Ron. "Miss Granger just told me that your pet mouse is not in good condition. She asked me to have a look."

"What?" Ron thought he must have heard wrong.

"Show me your mouse," said Professor McGonagall. "Although I'm not a professional, I can at least give you a look first."

"Oh... All right!" Ron glanced at Hermione and found that she always hid her face behind the book.

Ron took Professor McGonagall to the dormitory, but he was surprised to find that the spots were gone!

Ron looked around but couldn't find it. Professor McGonagall had to leave a sentence "bring it to my office when you find it" and left first.

"... where's Hermione?" Ron asked Harry awkwardly.

Harry pointed to the stairs leading to the women's bedroom.

"What's she doing?" Ron whispered and sat down in the armchair next to Harry.

Harry was still holding his Firebolt and admiring it without raising his head. "She went up and said to me, 'if it were Marca, she would do that.'"

Ron scratched his hair and said stiffly, "if it was Marca, he would always solve the problem himself - just like he gave me rat food."

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"Sneeze!"

On the other side, Marca, who was chatting with Ernie and them at random, suddenly sneezed.

"Hey, Marca, have you caught a cold?" Ernie said strangely.

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

"Maybe someone is speaking ill of me..." he said. "Where did you just say?"

"You just said that Columbus knocked an egg on the table!" Leila said excitedly. "Then? Will he eat it?"