Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

As the saying goes, "Breakfast is like a king, lunch is like a gentleman, and dinner is like a poor man". This phrase was originally used to discuss healthy eating, but it can be put on three meals a day in Britain without any conflict. sense.

It is said that British cuisine will make you think you have strayed into a dark country, but in fact, the British breakfast is not as terrible as foreigners know. On the contrary, even Muggle writer Maug, who was born in Paris, France, once said that if you want to eat well in the UK, you might as well have breakfast three times a day!

Of course, Maca felt it was just harmless without comparison.

"... Come on, try this roasted quail," Slughorn diligently forkd a bunch of dark-skinned stuff into Maca's plate, earnestly, "You know, although Huo Gwartz's food has always been popular, but it's still too greasy for our seniors. I made these roasted quails myself-I haven't been in the kitchen for a long time, and those elves are still so kind! "

That ’s right, if it ’s a normal breakfast, like bacon or fried eggs, it ’s really okay, but the grilled quail made by this old man is not so easy to accept.

Maca nodded at him, then moved the ghost quail aside without any traces, lest it could block her cream cheese and mashed potatoes while she was eating.

Fortunately, Slughorn didn't keep staring at him, but turned up another roasted quail and turned to look at Harry's plate.

This breakfast is actually quite generous. Except for Slughorn's ingenious grilled quail, everything else looks very appetizing. It's just that the atmosphere at this table is a little weird.

Ron was staring at Draco, while Draco focused his attention on a piece of grilled sausage; Hermione's fork was poking at one side of the fried egg, but his attention was obviously on Luna in the corner of her eyes didn't even notice the semi-solidified egg yolk flowing out.

On the opposite side of the table, Neville probably didn't get enough sleep, even with half a slice of toast in his mouth, he could doze off by himself.

In the end, of course, there was Harry, and he was trying his best to deal with this Slughorn's enthusiasm, so as to prevent the last roasted quail from falling into his own plate.

The implication of Slughorn's hiding behind this meal was actually very obvious, and before Harry came here, he focused his attention on Maca. And when Harry took his seat, he decisively moved the goal of the friendship relationship to Harry.

"... McLean's performance at the Quidditch World Cup at the time was amazing, wasn't it?"

Slughorn was talking to Harry about Maca's World Cup, and he shuddered the dried quail on the fork's tip, as if he was resurrected.

"Nobody knew at the time that he was acting. The flying skills he showed were genuine! Did you know? I was on the scene at the time-well, as long as I wanted, Gwenog would help me. No money ticket. Of course, I mean Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Habib team. He is also a student I have taught before ... "

It's a good thing for Slughorn to show his wide range of communication anytime, anywhere. He can plant the famous people he knows into the conversation, and then tell them to others naturally.

"Seriously, I mentioned it to Gwenog in the letter," the old man continued to mourn with great interest, regardless of whether or not Harry listened. "At that time, McLean had not announced his and Albus's plan, so Gwenog's response to McLean didn't give him much favor-- "

Having said that, Slughorn turned his head again and smiled at Maca. Maca, chewing the grilled sausage, shrugged indifferently, signalling that he didn't care.

"... Hey, even though she was a little angry with McLean for disrupting the World Cup at the time, she highly praised the Quidditch technique McLean showed on the scene. She said that she would The player who caught the Golden Thieves shortly after, except absolute luck, was absolute strength-and McLean was obviously the latter!

He said, paused a little, and then said with emotion: "I think if McLean doesn't want to be a professor in the future, he may still participate in the Quidditch competition-he must be world-class! Be able to win a series of championships for your team! "

Most children love Quidditch, and this has been true since Slughorn was young. He was right, even now, the sport is still the favorite of most little wizards.

"Oh, sir, did you just say you know Gwenog Jones?" Ron stopped staring at Draco, who was surprisingly silent today.

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn nodded, pretending to be reserved. "You heard it, I taught her before-potion lesson, you know."

Ron got his confirmation again, and looked at Maca in surprise.

"Last time at my house, you and Ginny said that someone could help her get a signed picture of Gwenog, could you say Mr. Slughorn?"

He was talking about the three-on-three matchup in the Burrow. Before the match, Maca did mention this to Ginny. Seeing Ron talking at this time, Maca nodded sternly.

"Signature photo?" Slughorn seemed to have found a breakthrough point, and rushed in. "That's easy-believe me, it's no easier than that! Ginny? Your little girl. A friend, Mr. Weasley? "

"Uh, no ..." Ron waved again and again. "Ginny is my sister."

"Really?" Slughorn didn't care what the relationship was. He just needed to know that the relationship was close. "You have to let Miss Weasley wait, and I can invite him next time." Attend a small private event I host, and I can give her a signed photo by myself! "

"Oh! That's great," said Ron, who was very happy about everything that made his baby sister happy. "If Ginny knew it, she would be very happy! But ..."

He said, but asked Makar again, "Why did you say it was the next school year? I heard it in the broom, and you made Ginny look forward to the next school year ..."

Marka heard that and looked over to Slughorn, begging him if he wanted to announce it himself.

When Slughorn saw Marka asking himself with his eyes, he thought about it, and moved away from the back seat under his butt, and stood up with a smile on his face.

"McLean wasn't wrong, but because of some circumstances, this time needs to be slightly advanced." The old man pretended to pull his collar, seems to want to look more solemn, "all of you here are young Mr. and Mrs. are not outsiders, so you can know it earlier than other classmates-starting today, I will officially return to Hogwarts School of Magic and return to the school as a potion professor! "

For a while, Harry and others were in their seats, and only two of them applauded sparsely. One was naturally Maca, and the other was Draco, and it seemed that he had known about it long ago.

"So ... what about Snape?" Harry said first.

There is an old English saying that "the one who cares most about you is always your enemy", but at this time, this sentence is vividly displayed on Harry.

"Professor Snape will replace Dolores Umbridge, who resigned, to serve as a temporary vacancy for the professor of Dark Magic Defense," Maca explained casually. "Don't rush your eyes, believe me, He is at least much better than that of Umbridge ... as for how much stronger, you can experience it yourself! "

"Oh--"

Even Maca's comfort ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ couldn't stop Ron and Harry's heartfelt sorrow, and even Neville, who was dozing off, was awakened by the name "Snape", mouth The half-pulled tomato slices fell back into his plate.

"... So, in the future, I will teach you the wonderful course" Potion "!" Slughorn's attention was not on Snape at all, and he was still publishing on his own. Your own speech, "Maybe you haven't felt the charm of this course before, but I will make you really interested in it! By the way, let me tell you an exclusive good news-your Mike Professor Lane will be a special guest in my first class, and I will show you the glory of potion together with him! "

Perhaps because the name "McLean" was mentioned too many times during breakfast, Draco finally pulled his eyes out of the grilled sausage and hesitated in the direction of Maca.

Because Draco was sitting in a seat next to Slughorn, this made Slughorn pay attention to Draco's sight. I don't know why. Slughorn, who had a special fondness for this kind of pulling wind, even ended his inaugural speech in such a way, and suddenly brought the topic to Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't you have something to say to McLean?" There was a kindness on his face, and it seemed to be a kind old grandfather in an instant. "I think it's a good thing now. Timing, what do you want to say, now you can say it! In my face, I believe McLean will be willing to listen to ...?

Slughorn's last "yes" was obviously addressed to Maca. He was not very interested in his "face" Maca, but what Draco wanted to say, he was willing to find out.