The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Firecracker!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, handing the tail of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who reluctantly took it and pulled it.With a bang, the firecrackers scattered like a shotgun, revealing a big witch's hat with a pointed top, and there were specimens of mountain eagles on the top of the hat.

Daniel burst out laughing, and then held back immediately.

He really can't be blamed for this, mainly because of Professor Snape's expression, coupled with this mountain sculpture, there is an inexplicably strange kind of humor in it, like the kind of comedian who is serious about telling jokes.

But seeing Professor Snape's jokes, he would be held hostage.

Professor Snape squinted at Daniel and sneered.Harry, Ron, and Hermione next to them trembled immediately, and they looked like they had Snape's ptsd.

Daniel: Laughing, I'm not afraid.

Before everyone was ready for dinner, the door of the hall was pushed open again, and a witch who looked crazy walked in. She was wearing a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which made her look more like A shiny oversized dragonfly.

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

When this "Sybil" fucks.While explaining her late arrival to Dumbledore with a vague and distant accent, Daniel sneaked up next to Harry: "This is..." He had never seen this woman before.

"This is Professor Trelawney, the Divination professor who predicted that I would die." Harry explained in a low voice, and he had to carry Snape's eyes that almost pierced him, and said this to make himself The uncomfortable thing caused him to sweat.

Coincidentally, at this time, Professor Trelawney suddenly screamed: "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 to stand up after a meal will be the first to die!"

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

Trelawney sat down hesitantly, looking very restless.Daniel rubbed his fingers with interest: "13..."

"Does Jerome have any research on divination?" Professor Trelawney thought that there were people who supported her theory, and immediately cheered up again: "I just said that 13 is not very..."

Professor Snape snorted coldly, Daniel was unaffected, and opened his mouth: "Yes, Professor Trelawney, you see, 13 is a natural number between 12 and 14. It is an odd number, a prime number, two The number of digits. In mathematics, it forms a twin prime with the previous prime number 11—isn’t this a lucky number?”

Trelawney's expression froze, she didn't expect Daniel to say that at all.

Daniel poked a sausage into the plate and divided it into 13 slices with the same thickness in front of her: "13 in Buddhism is an auspicious number, representing the completion of merit and virtue. It is an auspicious and noble number in the East. The exclusive enjoyment of the emperor represents the supreme royal power."

He slowly forked the first piece of sausage and watched it glow under the bright candlelight: "I see, the first person at our table to stand up after eating may become a person with great achievements." leaders."

"I suppose," said Dumbledore, in a cheerful tone, but raising it a little, to catch everyone's attention at once: "Everyone will get their way, won't they?"

Daniel then stopped talking, but concentrated on eating until a piece of dead fish head pie appeared in the center of his plate accompanied by a few spores of brussels sprouts.

Daniel looked up in disbelief, just in time to see Professor Snape retracting the fork.Amid the bewildered expressions of the others, Professor Snape rolled his lips and revealed a malicious smile.

"Enjoy your lunch," he said.

Daniel lowered his head, looked at the fish with rolling eyes, made a difficult decision for a long time, and decided to try the Brussels sprouts next to him first.

"...vomit..." Daniel took two mouthfuls, expelling the bitter and sour plant residue out of his mouth—a big, hateful bat!Too careful!

Until two hours later, when Christmas dinner was over, Professor Trelawney behaved almost normally.Harry and Ron wear their own firecracker hats.They were the first to leave the table, and Professor Trelawney immediately screamed loudly.

"My God! Which of the two of you got out of your seat first? Who?"

"Don't know," said Ron, turning to look at Harry uneasily.

"I don't think it makes much difference," said Professor McGonagall dryly, "unless there's a mad axeman waiting outside the door, intent on cutting the first person into the hall."

"Think better." Daniel tried his best to swallow the last mouthful of stargazing pie, and immediately took a sip of fruit juice to rinse his mouth, sighed as if he had come alive, and then blinked at Professor McGonagall: "Maybe Is it a minister of a certain country, ready to welcome a new master to the throne?"

Ron immediately laughed.Professor Trelawney looked greatly offended, but she was completely ignored.

Daniel drank the juice in the glass in one gulp, wiped his mouth and stood up: "This kind of good thing can't be left to you, I'm going too."

"Come on?" Harry said to Hermione.

"No," grumbled Hermione, "I'll talk about that later."

"Okay," Harry said, and walked out with Daniel.Ron couldn't help showing off the very surprised broomstick to Daniel.

"It's really beautiful! It's very shiny! At first glance, it looks like the type that can fly super fast!" Ron danced excitedly: "The Nimbus 2000 and Malfoy's broken, cough, the broomstick is completely inferior! I'm sure at this point."

The red-haired boy avoided Daniel's eyes with a guilty conscience, and couldn't help scolding himself for talking nonsense when he was happy.

But Daniel didn't care about this at all - his cats and cats fought with each other, and they wouldn't fight hard anyway. Instead, they should be worried that some bad guys outside would try to abduct them.

"So Harry was given a brand new Firebolt/arrow?"

"Uh, it's like this." Harry hurried to catch up, and smiled at him awkwardly: "I don't know who sent it..."

"Do you have any suspects?" Daniel asked.

"I think it might be Professor Dumbledore." Ron took it over, "Because he gave Harry's invisibility cloak."

Daniel glanced at Harry, and Harry shivered, pretending not to care: "Anyway, it's definitely not the Dursleys."

"Want to hear my guess?"

Harry couldn't help clenching his fists nervously.

The flickering candlelight was reflected in those golden eyes, but they looked extraordinarily cold and bright.

"Maybe it was from Sirius."

The author has something to say:

Severus is super-careful.

By the way, Daniel doesn't think highly of a divination genius like Trelawney. Although Daniel believes in fate, it's annoying for people who know fate and stand still.

I found out that you don't talk about serious things, but you love male mothers!Especially male mothers with big bears!like me bt()