During lunch, the auditorium was completely renovated.

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

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

The leader takes the four guardians of the Dharma, Vajra, and the all-star luxury lineup!

Felch was there too. He took off his usual brown coat and wore a very sexy tuxedo.

He was holding a goblet in his hand, and there was a rich Assam milk tea inside.

He swung the cup, then leaned to the tip of his nose, and sniffed hard.

Elegant and impeccable.

What can William say? I can only express one sentence: High-ranking!

Nico was sitting next to Dumbledore, chatting with Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flevy's bronze bell-like laughter came from time to time.

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

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

He also blinked playfully at William.

William felt strange, especially after knowing that the principal and Grindelwald had a relationship that ended without success.

Of course, Dumbledore was really happy because William gave her Christmas gifts in wool socks.

All the wools were shaved by Dobi, pollution-free and pollution-free, from the cute goats injected with countless bones and blood from Abuforth.

After William and the others entered the table, they sat side by side at the end of the table, with exactly twelve people on the table.

"Nuclear bomb!" Dumbledore said enthusiastically.

He took out a small nuclear bomb from somewhere and handed it to Snape.

Professor Snape took it unhappily and pulled it hard.

The nuclear bomb "firecracker" scattered like Qianben Sakura, revealing a big red witch hat, and there was a penguin specimen on the top of the hat.

Snape remembered his women's photos and his face suddenly became unfair.

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

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

"Eat, don't be polite!" Dumbledore said with a smile to the people on the table.

Nico took out a large bottle of Sherry, and after Snape picked it up, he filled several people with each other.

He is the role of escort today.

Professor Snape did not get up, but pushed the bottle along the table and pushed the bottle to William.

He smiled maliciously and said, "Drink."

Under Professor Snape's scrutiny, William filled the wine for several people.

The wine is rich in aroma, and it is obvious that it is the good wine that Nico has treasured for many years.

William did not drink it because it was poisonous in the wine, and Snape had just secretly put it.

Seeing that William didn't drink, Hermione and Anne didn't move their cups either.

Harry and Ron were about to pick up the cup and taste the saltiness when the hall suddenly opened.

Professor Trelawney walked in, wearing a green dress decorated with small metal circles, looking like a shiny, oversized dragonfly.

It's even better than Luna Lovegood!

Her appearance was also very strange, like a dementor, gliding towards everyone.

William couldn't help but lower his head, trying to see if she was stepping on the Hot Wheels.

"Mr. Stark, it is a very rude behavior to stare at a beautiful lady's skirt like this." Professor Trelawney glanced at him.

Everyone also looked at William with strange eyes.

It seemed that he was just a stinky hooligan who was wandering on the subway and bus, secretly photographing other people's skirts.

"Sybil, it's so happy that you're here!" Dumbledore said and stood up.

"Principal, I've been watching the crystal balls."

Professor Trelawney seemed to have used a voice changer, and his voice suddenly became blurred and ethereal.

“I felt the danger of this banquet.

I didn't want to come at first, but to my surprise, I saw myself in advance with my Tianmu, abandoned my own lunch and came to your banquet.

Who am I? How can I refuse the call of fate?

I immediately walked out of my building, and I sincerely ask you to forgive my lateness..."

If you don’t want to spend Christmas alone alone, just say it... Professor Trelawney is also very sloppy.

Professor McGonagall snorted in his nose.

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

Dumbledore's eyes were shiny and he seemed to really like it.

"Let me bring you a chair"

He waved his wand in the air, and a chair appeared out of thin air.

It turned in the air for a few seconds before making a dull sound, landing next to Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore sat back on the chair with satisfaction.

The principal was obviously making trouble on purpose. As we all know, Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney have a very nervous relationship.

But he deliberately let the two sit together.

This is equivalent to the United Nations seating, placing the Israeli representatives with Iranian and Jordanian representatives.

There is a high probability that they will be beaten up by two people.

So Professor Trelawney didn't sit down, her big eyes kept looking at the table, and suddenly she screamed dramatically.

"I dare not, Principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! Nothing is more unlucky than thirteen!

Never forget that if thirteen people eat together, the first person who stands up after the meal will die!”

"We're willing to take this risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be cold like a roaming ball."

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

Ron had no choice but to stand up and move his position towards Harina.

Professor Trelawney sat peacefully in the chair.

"Child, your ominousness is getting worse and worse...ah, what a pity." Trelawney whispered.

Ron broke Harry's cup and the Sherry wine spilled the two of them.

Trelawney smiled with satisfaction, and she glanced at William again.

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

"I'm very busy lately, professor." William whispered.

"Who is not busy?" Professor Trelawney sighed deeply.

"I am busy protecting the world and competing with the dark forces with strong strength and numerous parties.

We must also keep an eye on the future from time to time to prevent dark creatures from crossing the long river of time and erase everyone with a slap..."

"But am I missing classes?" Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around, "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 again, I'll tell you, my child, you will definitely die this semester.

The principal can’t protect you, I said!

I have seen it with my eyes."

"Professor, you may predict wrongly in the future... By the way, have you received the Christmas gift I gave you?" William lowered his voice.

"I came in a hurry, maybe I missed it." Trelawney looked at William deeply.

"There are several bottles of Sherry," William said in a whispering voice.

Professor Trelawney coughed his throat and shook his big waves of hair.

"...You are very good, really good, William." Trelawney changed his words affectionately, instead of calling him "Stark".

"Maybe, you are right. No matter how great the prophet is, there are times when you miss it."

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

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

William had just poured the antidote into Hermione's cups.
To be continued...