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Chapter 60 A Not-So-Merry Christmas

Since there is such a potion as Felicity Elixir in the magic world that can make people good luck, then the curse that makes people suffer bad luck will naturally also exist.

Dumbledore didn't think about the curse at all at first.

Because most people like this kind of black curse have never even heard of it.

Even if someone knows how to cast a spell on him without anyone noticing, even if he counts all the wizards backwards from ancient times to the present, he still can't pick out a few.

But today's fortune is a bit too evil, and Dumbledore has to conduct a comprehensive inspection of himself.

The results are clear.

There is no curse on him of any kind.

This could not help but make him fall into deep thought.

So what happened today?
Is it really just pure, his luck is too bad?
The issues involved in this aspect are too metaphysical. Even if Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century, with the pinnacle of magical knowledge, he cannot easily figure it out.

Just like not everyone has the talent for prophecy, most people are unable to see through the illusory fog and see the way to the future.

Dumbledore didn't bother to delve into things that he didn't understand.

Anyway, judging from the situation so far, today's bad luck is not strong enough to put his life in danger.

At most it would make his Christmas a little less pleasant.

But with Dumbledore's mentality, let go, this little problem will not affect his mood today at all.

Thinking about it from another angle, it's fun to experience a time full of bad luck and fight wits with it, isn't it?

Dumbledore, who was relieved, waved his wand casually, repaired the broken glass to its original state, and sat back on the chair with a relaxed expression.

"Dai Lisi, can you help me go to the auditorium? I want to know how the layout is going over there."

In the row of portraits of previous principals on the wall, an elderly witch with a benign brow opened her drowsy eyes.

"I'll go right away, but you should also pay attention to Albus, and eat less of the cockroach pile. As I said earlier, you can't tell the difference between a halal cockroach and a candy that looks like a cockroach."

Dai Lisi disappeared from her own portrait after speaking.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, as if approving her words, but his old hands still reached into the candy box among the pile of cockroaches, and took out one from it.

"I don't think you're a real cockroach?"

With a slight force on his fingers, there was no golden honey burst squeezed out, but a hard texture, and the six legs of the cockroach struggled more violently.

"Snapped!"

Dumbledore threw it on the ground in distress and stomped it to death, muttering.

"It's bad."

There was a slight chuckle on the wall where the portraits of previous principals hung.

As night fell, the snow-capped Hogwarts Castle lit up dimly.

All the teachers and students who stayed in the school gathered in the decorated hall full of Christmas atmosphere.

There were not many students staying in the school, so the dinner was not divided into four schools, and students from each school occupied a long table.

Instead, both the professor and the students sat together at the same long table and waited for the dinner to begin.

Before dinner, the ghosts of Hogwarts formed an orchestra and were singing Merry Christmas together on the high platform.

That ghost Peeves, who is more naughty than any student, was also arrested tonight.

Under the command of the Slytherin ghost Bloodman Baron, a group of ghosts hung it directly above the stage and fitted it with a red nose and elk horns.

It can be regarded as the use of waste, as the mascot of the ghost band.

A small banquet with a small number of people can give people a more warm feeling. As the headmaster, Dumbledore didn't have so many long speeches before the dinner began.

After simple and sincere wishes, they began to enjoy the Christmas dinner tonight.

Sherlock sat across from Harry and Ron.

He could feel that when he sat down in this position, the faces of Harry and the two of them visibly froze.

They seemed to want to leave afterwards and find a new place to sit down, but they felt that this was not polite, so they could only sit tight in their original positions, trying not to let their eyes meet Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at them strangely.

He remembered that he had never punished these two troublemakers?
Why every time they see themselves, it's like a mouse seeing a cat, wishing they could find a mouse hole to get into.

After the dinner started, Sherlock took a piece of Christmas pudding and ate it slowly while staring at Harry and Ron.

Harry and the others were terrified by his staring eyes, and they were terrified even when they stretched out their forks to put a sausage on their plate.

The more they didn't want to talk to him, the more Sherlock wanted to start the conversation first.

"Why are you two the only ones staying at school this Christmas break? Where's Granger?"

Harry and Ron froze suddenly while eating.

Hearing Sherlock's words, they all had a word in their hearts.

You have to ask yourself this!

Of course, thinking this way in their hearts, they still said with a smile on their lips.

"Hermione has something at home, so she went back."

"She also wants to stay, but there is really no way."

Sherlock didn't hear anything unusual from their words. He didn't remember whether Hermione came home this Christmas in the original book, and he thought that was the original plot.

He then chatted with Ron about why none of his brothers came home for Christmas.

He also told Harry where he was living now, which was not very far from his aunt's house. If he had time during the summer vacation, he could come to his house to help him with his holiday homework.

Harry nodded superficially and said that he was very grateful to Professor Forrest.

In fact, he thought in his heart that he would rather eat bran at Aunt Petunia's house than go to Sherlock's to suffer "blessing".

When Ron was chatting with Sherlock, his whole body was tense. He had been coveting the cake in the middle of the table for a long time.

In the middle of the banquet, he finally found a time for Sherlock to chat with Harry, and leaned over to cut a piece of cake for his own plate.

However, the cake was a little too far away from his position, and Ron's movement of cutting the cake was a bit laborious.

At this moment, Sherlock suddenly asked casually.

"How was your Christmas break?"

Ron shook his body in fright, and as soon as he moved his hands hard, the piece of cake that he had cut off suddenly flew out!
The cake formed a perfect parabola on the long table, and finally landed on the head of Dumbledore who was chatting with Professor McGonagall!

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone quietly looked at Dumbledore with a piece of cream cake on his head.

Ron was crying, as if he was about to cry for real.

However, Dumbledore took the cake off his head with a smile on his face, and then put it directly into his mouth.

"It tastes good Weasley, thank you for the gift, I suggest you try it too."

Everyone on the long table laughed out loud, and the atmosphere became active again.

Only Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to Dumbledore, noticed the embarrassment of his hair sticking out from behind.

(End of this chapter)