Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

As the saying goes, Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a gentleman, and dinner like a pauper, this sentence was originally used to discuss healthy eating, but it is not inconsistent with the three meals a day in the UK feel.

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

Maca, of course, felt that it was just that there was no harm without contrast.

...here, try this roasted quail, Slughorn eagerly forked a black and dry thing onto Maca's dinner plate, and said excitedly, You know, although Huo Gwarz's food is always popular, but it's still too greasy for us old people. I made these roast 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, such as bacon and fried eggs, it's really okay, but the roast quail that the old man cooked up is not so easy to accept.

Maca nodded to him, and then pushed the ghost quail aside without any trace, so that it would not block the mashed potatoes with cream cheese that he was eating.

Fortunately, Slughorn didn't continue to stare at him, but picked up another roast quail and turned to look at Harry's dinner plate.

This breakfast is actually quite hearty, except for Slughorn's ingenious roast quail, everything else looks very appetizing. It's just that the atmosphere at the table is a bit weird.

Ron was staring at Draco intently, while Draco was concentrating on handling a piece of grilled sausage; Hermione's fork was prodding a fried egg repeatedly, but her attention was obviously on Out of the corner of her eye, Luna didn't even notice the half-frozen egg yolk flowing out.

As for Neville on the other side of the dining table, he probably didn't get enough sleep, and he was able to doze off on his own with half a piece of toast in his mouth.

Finally, of course, there was Harry, who was trying to cope with Slughorn's enthusiasm so that the last roast quail would not end up on his plate.

It was already obvious what Slughorn was hiding behind this meal, and before Harry came here, he had focused on Maca. And when Harry took his seat, he resolutely shifted his goal of friendship and relationship to the sad Harry.

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

Slughorn was talking to Harry about Maca's trouble with the World Cup. He shook the shriveled quail on the fork, as if it had come back to life.

No one knew he was acting at the time, and the flying skills he showed were real! You know what? I was there at the time—well, if I wanted, Gwenog would get me Free tickets. I mean, of course, Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies, and a former student of mine...

Showing his wide range of contacts anytime, anywhere is Slughorn's forte. He can insert the famous people he knows into the dialogue, and then tell others naturally.

To be honest, I mentioned that to Gwenog in my letter, the old man continued to mutter happily, regardless of whether Harry listened to it or not, McLean hadn't announced that he and Gwenog Albus's plan, so Gwenog didn't have much to say about McClane in his reply—

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

...Hey, but even if she was a little angry at McClean's actions that disrupted the World Cup at that time,

However, McClain's Quidditch skills on the spot were highly praised. She said that the player who can catch the Golden Snitch shortly after the whistle blows, apart from absolute luck, is also absolute strength--and McClain's situation at the time was obviously the latter!

He said, paused for a while, and then said with emotion: I think, if McClain doesn't want to be a professor in the future, maybe he can still participate in the Quidditch competition-it must be world-class! He must I can win a series of championships for my team!

Children mostly liked Quidditch, and that had always been the case since Slughorn was young. He guessed right, even now, this sport is still the favorite of most young wizards.

Oh! Sir, you just said you knew Gwenog Jones? Ron stopped staring at Draco who was surprisingly silent today.

Yes, that's right! Slughorn nodded, putting on a reserved look. You heard me, I taught her before—Potions, you know.

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

Last time at my house, you told Ginny that there was someone who could help her get Gwenog's autographed photo. Did you mean Mr. Slughorn?

What he was talking about was the three-on-three match at the Burrow. Before the match, Maca did mention this to Ginny. Seeing Ron talking about it at this time, Maca nodded very simply.

Autographed photo? Slughorn rushed in as if he had found a breakthrough, That's easy—trust me, it couldn't be easier! Ginny? It's your little girl. Friend, Mr Weasley?

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

Really? Slughorn didn't care what the relationship was, he just needed to know that the relationship between the two was very close, You tell Miss Weasley to wait, next time I can invite him together Participate in a small private event that I hold, and then I can give her an autographed photo with my own hands!

Oh! That's really good. Ron seemed very concerned about everything that could make his baby sister happy. Ginny would be very happy if she found out! But...

He said, but then asked Maca: Why did you say it was the next school year? I heard it in the broom closet. You made Ginny look forward to the arrival of the next school year...

Upon hearing this, Maca looked over to Slughorn, signaling if he wanted to announce it himself.

Slughorn saw Maca questioning himself with his eyes, he thought for a while, then moved the armchair directly under his buttocks, and stood up with a smile on his face.

McLean is not wrong, it's just that due to some circumstances, the time needs to be brought forward a little bit. The old man pretended to pull his collar, as if to make himself look more dignified, Young people here Sirs and ladies are not outsiders, so you can know earlier than other students—from today, I will officially return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and resume my position as the school’s Potions professor!”

For a moment, Harry and the others froze in their seats, only two of them applauded sparsely. One of them was Maca, of course, and the other was Draco, it seemed that he knew about it long ago.

What about... Snape? Harry was the first to speak.

There is an old British saying that the one who cares about you the most is always your enemy, but this sentence is vividly expressed in Harry at this time.

Professor Snape will replace Dolores Umbridge, who voluntarily resigned, as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is a temporary vacancy. Maca explained casually, Don't roll your eyes in a hurry, trust me, He is at least much stronger than that Umbridge... As for how much stronger, you will experience it for yourself next time!

Oh--

Even Maca's consolation couldn't stop Ron and Harry's heartfelt wailing. Even Neville, who was dozing off, was awakened by the name Snape, half-pulling a slice of tomato in his mouth The porridge fell back on his plate.

...So, from now on, I will teach you the wonderful course of Potions! Slughorn didn't pay attention to Snape at all, he was still publishing on his own My 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, I will tell you an exclusive good news-your Mike Professor Lane will be a special guest in my first class, and he and I will show you the splendor of Potions!

Perhaps because the name McLean was mentioned too many times during this breakfast time, Draco finally pulled his eyeballs out of the grilled sausage, and hesitantly glanced in Maca's direction.

Since Draco was sitting in the seat next to Slughorn, it made Slughorn notice Draco's gaze immediately. For some reason, Slughorn, who had a soft spot for such flirtatious moments, ended his inauguration speech just like that, and suddenly brought the topic to Draco.

Mr. Malfoy, don't you have something to say to McLean? There was a kind look on his face, as if he had turned into a kind old grandfather in an instant, I think it's a good time now. Timing, if you have anything to say, you can say it now! For my sake, I believe McLean will be willing to listen to it...isn't it?

Slughorn's last Is it? was apparently addressed to Maca. Maca wasn't very interested in his face, but he was willing to know what Draco wanted to say.