Chapter 285

The atmosphere of the dinner was really good. With Fred and George, plus Lenny and Tonks, it was very lively on the surface.

But I'm afraid everyone sitting around the table knows that this is just an illusion created by everyone.

Not to mention Percy, the disappearance of mad eye Moody's has no clue, which is enough for everyone to be upset.

To tell you the truth, Maka also has a headache.

Moody's is a pillar of the order of the Phoenix. Originally, many on-site affairs were decided by him. His importance is even less important than Dumbledore.

If moody were still there, Dumbledore wouldn't have put the burden of the order of the Phoenix on Marca so early.

Now, just opposite Harry's seat, Tonks was eating and deforming her nose to amuse Hermione and Ginny.

Every time she closed her eyes tightly, showing a look of pain.

Her nose suddenly elongated like a bird's beak and looked like Snape's nose; Suddenly it retracted and became the size of a round mushroom, and then a lot of nose hair came out of each nostril.

It was a regular entertainment program at dinner recently. Soon Ginny and Hermione giggled and asked her to change their favorite nose.

"Have a pig nose, Tonks."

Tonks happily did.

Harry looked up. For a moment, he almost looked like a female version of Dudley, grinning at him across the table!

On the other side, Mr. Weasley, lupin and bill are having a heated discussion about goblins.

"They still don't leak anything," Bill said. "I haven't found out whether they believe in his return. Of course, they may not want to support either side and get involved here."

"I'm sure they will never fall to the mysterious man," Mr. Weasley shook his head. "They also suffered heavy losses... Remember the goblin family killed last time, the one near Nottingham?"

"I think maybe it depends on what price people offer them," lupin said. "Of course I don't mean gold... If someone provides them with freedom they have been longing for for for centuries, they will probably be unable to resist the temptation..."

"Seriously," Maka said suddenly, "we can't ask the goblins to have the same idea as the Wizards - as far as I know, what the goblins really value is not freedom, nor gold... But magic items!"

He forked up a sausage, took a bite, chewed and said: "... That's the nature of goblins, and it's also traditional."

"I dare say that if the goblins were paid for the Gryffindor sword, they would even dare to help us push Voldemort's nest flat!"

"This doesn't make any sense?" lupin said suspiciously.

When Maka heard the speech, she smiled and waved her hand.

"Don't try to reason with different species... It's like those horse people in the Forbidden Forest who have been neighbors with Hogwarts for many years? But there are few signs of being imperceptibly influenced..." he said. "When it comes to faith, the reason doesn't make sense."

"Faith?"

Seeing Harry, Lenny, Tonks and others were also attracted by his words, and they all looked like they didn't understand, Maka couldn't help but spread his hand.

"This is the same as the question of whether Santa Claus exists. Obviously, no one has seen it, but someone will really believe in its existence - this is a belief. When this belief is repeated, deepened, strengthened and affirmed, it may evolve into a belief."

"Santa Claus?" Hermione said with wide eyes. "He does exist - he was a bishop named Nicholas in the fourth century, because he liked to help the poor secretly, and was nicknamed later."

"Well, yes! Hermione, you know a lot," Marca continued, smiling at her. "But I'm not talking about Nicholas, but the old white bearded man who breaks into people's houses in the middle of the night every Christmas and fills the wool stockings on the fireplace door to door."

"I never received Christmas presents when I was a child, so I never believed in Santa Claus," he said. "But I know that many Muggle parents will make their children believe that Santa Claus actually exists all the time."

"And children like gifts, which is the same as the nature that goblins like magic items, but their faith is much stronger..."

Maka said as she ate, but then she stopped, looked at them and said, "I'm just looking for a topic to talk about. Aren't you hungry?"

"Marca, there's actually a question I've been curious about..." Ron said excitedly. "Why does the magic world have Christmas? I've heard from Harry. Isn't this a Muggle Festival?"

"Ron, Muggle Christmas is not the same as wizard Christmas!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "I won't copy your magic history homework in the future! Otherwise you won't be able to graduate..."

"What? There's something like that in the history of magic?" Ron looked surprised. He couldn't help growing up and half of his chicken legs fell back into the plate.

"Witches' Christmas continues the customs of ancient juzzism, and that's why they hang mistletoe and make Christmas trees." Maka explained, "juzzism, you know? A wizard religion that advocates nature, Merlin is the last inheritor of the religion."

"Oh! That sounds cool!" Ron nodded. "At least if I take this next exam, I won't forget!"

"I don't think so." Hermione habitually poured a basin of cold water on Ron immediately.

Three pieces of bread crumbs with butter noodles, followed by a large basin of egg and milk cake, everyone felt that they couldn't eat any more.

But Maka is still putting it in his mouth. Although he seems to eat calmly, he doesn't eat less than the others here!

"All... Finished?" Marca looked at everyone, because everyone was looking at him.

"Oh - I think so," said Ron, looking left and right.

"Giggle... Bastard Maka... Hahaha, you can really eat!" Lenny held her stomach and laughed happily.

"Wasting food is the worst behavior," Marca said, not disobedient.

When Maka finally put down the spoon, the conversation on the table gradually calmed down.

Mr. Weasley leaned back against his chair and looked comfortable after eating and drinking; Tonks yawned and her nose had returned to normal.

Crook hill, lured by Ginny, got out from under the cupboard and was lying lazily on the ground, pulling some butter and beer corks around.

"It's almost time to go to bed, I think," Mrs. Weasley yawned.

"Not yet, Molly." Sirius pushed the empty plates aside and looked at Harry. "You know, I'm really surprised for you! I thought the first thing you did here must be asking about Voldemort!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and the speed was amazing. It was almost like a Dementor appeared.

A few seconds ago, it was still so leisurely and relaxed that people didn't feel sleepy; But now everyone is alert and even nervous.

When I heard Voldemort's name, I shuddered around the table. Lu Ping had just picked up the glass to drink, but he also slowly put down the glass, showing a slightly vigilant look.

Only a few people were still relaxed, and Maka was naturally one of them.

"I asked!" Harry was annoyed again at the mention of it. "I asked Hermione and Ron, but they said we weren't approved to join the order of the phoenix --"

"They're right," Weasley said. "You're too young."

She sat upright in the chair, her fists clenched tightly in front of her chest, and her sleepiness had disappeared just now.

"Since when do we have to join the order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" Sirius tapped the table. "Harry has been sleepy in that Muggle house for a month. I think he has the right to know what happened --"

"Wait, wait!" cried George, interrupting Sirius.

"Why did Harry get an answer?" Fred asked angrily.

"We've been trying to get something out of your mouth for a month, but you won't answer anything!" said George.

"You're too young to join the order of the Phoenix," said Fred, whose thin, shrill voice was his mother, Mrs. Weasley. "And Harry is not even an adult!"

"I'm not to blame for not being told what the order of the Phoenix is doing," Sirius said calmly. "It was your parents' decision. But Harry was different -"

"You don't have to decide what's good for Harry!" Mrs. Weasley's normally kind face showed a frightening expression.

The heads of Hermione, Ron, Fred and George moved between Mrs. Weasley and Sirius, as if watching the back and forth of a tennis match.

Ginny squatted among the corks of a pile of butter and beer, her mouth slightly open, and stared at their conversation.

Lupin stared at Sirius without blinking.

"Who will smash the Internet first?" Marca thought innocently, and picked up a custard and ate it.

He can decide a lot of things on his daily tasks, but now he doesn't want to, and really can't - this is one of the things that Harry should face himself.

"I'm just going to tell Harry what he should know, Molly," said Sirius. "He should be the most powerful person in the world to know about Voldemort, isn't he?"

"He's not a member of the order of the Phoenix yet!" said Mrs. Weasley. "He's only fifteen! Besides --"

"What do you think, McLean?" Sirius suddenly raised his head and asked Marca at the other end. "I remember you never said anything about it!"