v4 Chapter 130： This wine... is poisonous!

By lunchtime, the auditorium had been completely refreshed.

The long table was moved to the corner, and a table for twelve was placed in the center of the room.

Professor Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape and Sprout were all there.

The leader brings four Dharma protectors to sit in the town, all-star luxurious lineup!

Filch was there, and he took off his usual brown coat and wore a sassy tuxedo.

Holding a tall glass in his hand, there is rich Assamese milk tea in it.

He swung the glass, brought it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed hard.

The action is elegant and impeccable.

What William can say can only be summed up in one sentence: upper class!

Nico was sitting next to Dumbledore, chatting with Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick's copper-bell-like laughter could be heard from time to time.

Snape poured tea on the other side, lowered his eyebrows, and looked like a minion.

"Come on, I'll wait for you." Dumbledore smiled and seemed very happy.

He also winked playfully at William.

William felt strange, especially knowing that the principal and Grindelwald had had a relationship that didn't end well.

Of course, Dumbledore was really happy because William's Christmas present was wool socks.

The wool was all shaved by Dobby, pollution-free and pollution-free, from the lovely goat that Aberforth had injected with countless bones and blood.

After William and the others were seated, they sat side by side at the end of the table. There were exactly twelve people at the table.

"Nuclear bomb!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically.

He pulled out a small nuclear bomb out of nowhere and handed it to Snape.

Professor Snape reluctantly took it and pulled hard.

The nuclear bomb 'firecracker' slammed like a thousand cherry blossoms, and scattered, revealing a big red witch hat with a penguin specimen on the top of the hat.

Snape remembered the photos of his women's clothes, and his face suddenly didn't look good.

He smirked again, and pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who put it on his head cheerfully.

He also asked Professor Snape to help him see which angle looked better.

"Eat, you're welcome!" Dumbledore smiled at the whole table.

Nico took out a large bottle of sherry, and after Snape picked it up, he filled it for several people.

He is the **** role today.

Professor Snape did not get up, but pushed along the table, pushing the bottle to William's side.

He smiled maliciously: "Drink it."

Under the scrutiny of Professor Snape, William filled several people with wine.

The wine has a strong aroma, and at first glance, it is a good wine that Nico has kept for many years.

William didn't drink it, because it was poisonous and Snape had just snuck it.

Seeing that William didn't drink, Hermione and Annie didn't move the glass either.

Harry and Ron were about to pick up their glasses and taste the salt when the hall was suddenly opened.

Professor Trelawney came in, wearing a green dress decorated with small metal discs that looked like a shiny oversized dragonfly.

More Lovegood than Luna!

Her appearance is also very strange, like a dementor, sliding towards everyone.

William couldn't help lowering his head, wanting to see if she was stepping on Hot Wheels.

"Mr. Stark, it's rude to stare at the bottom of a beautiful lady's skirt like this." Professor Trelawney gave him a look.

Everyone also looked at William with strange eyes.

It seems that he is a stinky hooligan wandering on the subway and bus, taking photos of other people's skirts.

"Sybill, it's a pleasure to have you here!" said Dumbledore, standing up.

"Principal, I've been looking at the crystal ball."

Professor Trelawney seemed to be using a voice changer, and his voice suddenly became blurred and ethereal.

"Something unsettling happened at Christmas, and I felt the danger of this banquet.

I didn't want to come, but what surprised me was that I saw myself in advance with my third eye, abandoned my lunch alone, and came to your banquet.

Who am I, how can I refuse the call of fate?

I walked out of my building immediately, and I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late..."

I don't want to spend Christmas alone, so let's just say it... With so many excuses, Professor Trelawney is also enough to betray.

Professor McGonagall snorted.

"Of course, I forgive you for being late. Your dress is so beautiful, it suits your style and taste."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up and seemed to really like it.

"Let me get you a chair—"

He waved his wand in mid-air, and a chair appeared out of nowhere.

It twirled in the air for a few seconds before making a dull sound and landed next to Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore sat back in his chair with satisfaction.

The headmaster is obviously doing things on purpose, and everyone knows that the relationship between Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney is... very tense.

He deliberately let the two sit together.

That would be the equivalent of a row at the United Nations, where the representative of Israel sits alongside the representatives of Iran and Jordan.

There is a high probability of being surrounded by two people.

So Professor Trelawney didn't sit down. Her big eyes were all over the table, and she suddenly let out a dramatic scream.

"I dare not, Headmaster! If I sit down, there will 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 a meal will die! "

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

Professor Trelawney hesitated, dragged his chair, and squeezed in between William and Ron.

Ron had to stand up and shifted his position towards Harry.

Professor Trelawney sat securely in his chair.

"Son, the ominous situation on your body is getting more and more serious... Alas, it's a pity." Trelawney whispered.

Ron smashed Harry's glass and sherry spilled over both of them.

Trelawney smiled contentedly, and she glanced at William again.

"Mr. Stark, I should have asked the students to give you words more than once..."

"I've been very busy lately, Professor," William explained in a low voice.

"Who's not busy." Professor Trelawney sighed deeply.

"I'm busy protecting the world, fighting against the mighty and numerous dark forces.

I have to stare at the future from time to time to prevent the dark creatures from crossing the long river of time and slap everyone away..."

"But am I missing class?" Professor Trelawney suddenly turned. "No! For me, saving the world is just a part-time job, and I still have to do my job well."

"Okay, if you don't go, I tell you, child, you will definitely fail this semester.

The principal can't keep you, I said!

I have seen it with my heavenly eye. "

"Professor, the prediction may be wrong in the future... By the way, have you received the Christmas present I gave you?" William lowered his voice.

"I came in a hurry and may have missed it." Trelawney gave William a deep look.

"Several bottles of sherry," William said in a whisper.

Professor Trelawney coughed and shook his wavy hair.

"...You're very good, really good, William." Trelawney changed her words kindly without calling her 'Stark'.

"Perhaps, you're right, no matter how great a prophet is, there are times when he is wrong."

Hermione, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

Dumbledore raised his glass and said happily, "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

William had just poured the antidote into Hermione and Anne's cups.

The three raised their cups together and touched each other.

Professor Trelawney picked up the cup that belonged to Ron and shook it up.

good wine,

Outside of her corridor, she smelled the strong aroma of wine, otherwise she would not come.

Deep feelings, simmer in one bite!

Professor Trelawney smacking his lips was thinking about it, suddenly rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and twitched his limbs.

"This wine... is poisonous..."

She slumped on the table, her face plunged into the turkey in front of her.

Sure enough, as Minerva said, it's as hard as a Bludger!

Everyone looked at Professor Snape.

With a gloomy face, Snape slapped the table angrily, and said, "Who did the poison? We need to investigate thoroughly... Headmaster, I suspect Black, who has infiltrated Hogwarts.

He must have done it! "

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