Chapter 110

"... don't use this childish word trick to pretend, it will only make you insult your own family name." Maka just smiled, but in Lev's eyes, it was a kind of sad sneer.

A trace of anger flashed in Lev's eyes, but his childhood noble education still kept him at least calm.

"It's not up to you to judge whether I insulted my last name," he said, staring at Marca. "What's your last name? Mcclegan?"

Obviously, he heard what Leila and Maka said just now.

"Yes, my name is mcclegan." Marca still smiled, making people unable to see whether he was seriously answering.

"Hum," said Lev disdainfully, "I've been reciting family names and family emblems since I was a child, but I haven't heard of a small family like you that doesn't know where to come from."

"Just remember my name is Marka." Marka stared into each other's eyes and handed the goblet to LEV. The other party subconsciously took it.

But the next moment, Lev felt as if he saw a skeleton composed of black smoke in Maka's eyes. His whole body was shocked, and a feeling of soul shaking rose.

When he came back, he found that Maka and Ernie had already chatted at the next table.

He glanced hesitantly at Maka, but found that the other party happened to turn around and showed him a strange smile.

Lev quickly avoided his eyes and walked to his father.

"What's the matter?" old avery frowned.

"The boy didn't know what trick he played -" Lev sat down next to his father and said angrily.

"Speak well," old avery interrupted him immediately.

"Er... I'm sorry, father." Lev immediately sat straight. "Just now... I'm sure it was some kind of black magic... But I don't know how he did it..."

Lev described what he had just felt with his father in detail.

Old avery hung his eyelids and thought for a moment before he said, "that should be some magic related to the soul..."

After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "we're here for an important purpose. Don't mess with that boy in the next time -"

"Shall I just swallow it?" Lev said angrily.

Old avery sneered and said, "even if I don't say it, do you dare to go back and get this account back by yourself?"

Lev's face stiffened, and with a cold hum, he turned his head and stopped talking.

Old avery looked at his son and shook his head secretly - he knew his son very well. If Lev could have that courage, what if the purpose of the family could not be achieved this time?

Speaking of, this time is just a test. After all, it's not achieved overnight.

"... Maka, what did you do just now? I think the guy was stunned for a while with your glass."

On the other side, Ernie asked curiously.

"It's just a trick." Marca waved her hand casually, but her ears were always watching the conversation at the nearby tables.

He doesn't want to miss any available information.

While Maka was waiting for the opportunity at the complex banquet of many family forces, the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts had begun.

The tables in the auditorium were moved to the place near the wall, and there was only a round table for twelve people in the center. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, spraot and flavie were all sitting there, and the gatekeeper filch was also there.

Incidentally, filch had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing an old and rather outdated tuxedo.

Besides them, there were only three students - two extremely nervous first graders and a gloomy sixth grader at Slytherin.

"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore when Harry, Ron and Hermione came this way too. "We're not many. It's a bit silly to use those tables in the courtyard... Come and sit down, sit down."

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side in the empty seats.

"Firecrackers!"

Dumbledore said enthusiastically and handed Snape the end of a large silver firecracker. Snape reluctantly took it over. The firecracker exploded with a bang, revealing a sharp witch hat with a mountain carved specimen on the top.

Harry remembered about Bogart, and Ron looked at each other, both grinning.

In the first defense against the dark arts class of this semester, Bogart became the image of Snape in the face of Neville's inner fear. But in the end, Neville changed the clothes of "snape" into his grandmother's with the spell taught by lupin.

Harry and they all remember that Snape was wearing this strange big hat?

Next to Dumbledore, Snape's mouth closed. He pushed his hat to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore immediately took it out of His Wizard Hat.

"Eat!" he said with a smile to the whole table.

Just as Harry was getting himself baked potatoes, the door of the hall was opened again.

In came Professor Trelawney, who seemed to be standing on a wheel and "sliding" towards everyone.

As if to celebrate Christmas, she wore a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which made her look more like a shiny oversized dragonfly.

"Sybil, I'm glad you're here!" said Dumbledore and stood up.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," Professor Trelawney said in a vague tone. "To my surprise, I saw myself abandon my lunch alone and come to your dinner... Who am I? How can I refuse the urge of fate? I immediately came out of my building. I sincerely ask you to forgive me for being late..."

"Of course, of course," said Dumbledore, looking at her brightly. "Let me get you a chair -"

He waved his wand and pulled a chair from mid air. The chair turned in mid air for a few seconds before it made a dull noise and fell between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down. Her big eyes kept scanning around the round table, and then suddenly she let out a low scream.

"Oh - I dare not, headmaster! 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 to stand up after dinner will die!"

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down. The turkey will be as cold as a stone."

Professor Trelawney hesitated, as if trying to bite his teeth and sit down, but he didn't expect Dumbledore to smile.

"It seems that there is another guest today... I'll pick her up."

Dumbledore was about to stand up, but Professor McGonagall stopped him.

"I'd better come and go..." she said. "Is it at the gate?"

"Oh - yes, that's right," Dumbledore nodded. "Then please, Mileva."

"Let me go..." said filch, turning to the door.

Professor Trelawney was obviously relieved. She sat down safely. Professor McGonagall put a big spoon into the nearest big bowl.

"Tripe, Sybil?"

Professor Trelawney ignored her.

She opened her eyes, looked around and asked, "where is dear Professor Lupin?"

"I'm afraid the poor man is ill again," said Dumbledore. "He was unlucky to fall ill at Christmas."

"But you must already know, don't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows.

It seems that among professors, Professor Trelawney is not very popular - after all, she is always talking about bad luck, death and so on.

Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a cold look.

"Of course I know, Mileva," she said calmly, "but people don't show off that they know everything... I often behave as if I don't have heaven's eyes, so that others won't be nervous about it."

"That explains a lot," Professor McGonagall said sharply.

Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less blurred.

"If you must know, Mileva, I've seen that poor Professor Lupin won't be with us for a long time. He seems to understand that his time is running out - he always avoids when I volunteer to show him the crystal ball!"

"Think about it," Professor McGonagall said dryly.

"I think," Dumbledore raised his voice a little, "Professor Luhu won't be in any danger right away. Severus, has Marca made medicine for him again?"

"Yes, headmaster," snape replied, "McLean is very good. His level of magic medicine is constantly improving."

"Well," said Dumbledore, "then he will be able to get out of bed and walk soon... Oh, the guest is here."

As if to confirm Dumbledore's words, the door of the auditorium immediately opened again. Behind filch was a woman in a light witch robe. They came one after another to the middle of the auditorium.

Dumbledore stood up, smiled and said, "Merry Christmas, this guest... I don't know what I can do for you?"

The young witch looked very beautiful, but her slender eyebrows were frowning at the moment, and she seemed to have a lot on her mind.

"Oh, yes... Merry Christmas, principal Dumbledore." she said nervously. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you on this celebratory day, but - is Mr. McLean here?"

"Oh - what do I see -" Professor Trelawney, who had just turned her head, suddenly had panic on her face. She screamed, "leave bad luck, it's a trouble!"

Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawney and the young witch who paused. Finally, he extended his hand and invited him, "it's all right, come on... Sit down and speak slowly..."