Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"And what are you going to do, Louis?"

"Just wait and see what happens. Of course it's best to wait for Banban to take the bait."

Staying unchanged in response to all changes is Louis' current strategy, because after all, the opponent is a cunning adult wizard, not just a incomplete soul like last year.

Moreover, Louis and the others are now on the absolute initiative, with marked potions and the Marauder's Map, and every move of the entire Hogwarts is under his control.

However, this would be troublesome for Sirius. After all, he was impatient. Once there was news about Peter Pettigrew, he would not be able to stay.

As for Hermione, she has believed what Louis said for the time being. She is also willing to help Louis help Sirius redress his innocence, but there is no factual basis. It is impossible for her to fully believe it now.

During the remaining days of Christmas, Harry and the others attended the school dinner. Because there were few people, Dumbledore set up a round table that could seat twelve or thirteen people.

Almost all the teachers were gathered together, including Professor Snape, Lupin and Mr. Filch. Several students looked a little nervous, as if it was their first time to be so close to the principal and professors.

"Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore warmly welcomed Lewis and others who had arrived belatedly. "Because there are only a few of us, we don't need to be so formal. Come and sit down."

"Christmas, of course, there must be a bit of Christmas atmosphere." Old Deng waved his wand, and suddenly there were falling snowflakes all around. Snape on the side was reluctantly admiring Dumbledore's works, sitting on his Lupine beside him still looked sick, maybe the wolfsbane potion had too many side effects on him.

Lewis has been trying alternatives to wolfsbane potion recently, but he found that curbing the werewolf's power requires a large amount of oozing grass, but this thing is highly toxic, and there is no good way to get rid of this problem so far.

Snowflakes formed and exploded in the air. These snowflakes were more like firecrackers to ease the festive atmosphere, making Harry's bad mood of the day disappear.

"Okay, everyone can start." Dumbledore rubbed his hands.

The craftsmanship of house elves can be said to be among the best, especially the house elves in Hogwarts, because they have never been forced to work. They are the free representatives of the house elves world.

Louis was enjoying the firm texture of the crispy turkey when suddenly the door of the banquet hall was opened, and it was the crazy prophecy professor who came.

"Ah, Sybil, we were just wondering why you haven't come yet." Dumbledore stood up and welcomed.

"I'm busy looking at the crystal ball, Headmaster." Professor Trelawney said. She was wearing a strange green dress today and looked very funny.

"It's strange to me that I would give up my own feast to join you. Maybe it's fate."

"Maybe, maybe." Dumbledore's tone was really perfunctory, "Sit down quickly, it will be more lively if we all eat together."

He moved a stool for Trelawney, but the goddess did not sit down. Instead, she looked at the table and the people suddenly began to scream strangely.

"What's wrong, Sybil? Sit down and eat." Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to her, was startled by her scream and turned to look at the goddess with dissatisfaction.

"I can't sit, Minerva." Trelawney shook her head strongly, "I don't dare, because once I sit at this table, there will be thirteen people. Thirteen is a very unlucky number, and you should know it very well, Headmaster. This is because once thirteen people sit down to eat together, the first one to stand up will be the first to die.”

"We are all willing to take this risk." Dumbledore quickly pulled Trelawney to sit down.

"Since you insist on doing this," the goddess muttered, and then sat next to Professor Lupin.

"How is it, Lupin, I heard that you have been ill recently?" Even the goddess who sat down couldn't stop talking.

"I'm okay. Thanks to Professor Snape's medicine, I can stay healthy now." Lu Ping said with a naive smile.

"To be honest, Lupin, I have seen some bad signs about you in the crystal ball recently." Trelawney said in a low voice.

"Remus, don't listen to her nonsense." Professor McGonagall reminded kindly from the side, "Her so-called third eye..."

"Secrets must not be revealed, Minerva." Trelawney's tone gradually stiffened, "Of course, if you insist on wanting to know, I saw a lonely figure in the crystal ball. There was no one around, and no living creatures could be seen. , only loneliness, this is not a good sign Lupin."

"Does this mean he will eventually leave us?" Dumbledore interrupted, "Severus, you have been making potions lately."

"Yes, Mr. Principal."

"Then it'll be okay, Remus, you just have to keep taking that medicine."

Louis and Hermione looked at each other. They obviously knew what the potion Dumbledore was referring to.

"Hmph, don't ignore the power of prophecy. What I said is all true. Of course, Professor Luping is not targeting you."

"It's conceivable." Professor McGonagall said coldly. She was fed up with the nagging words of the goddess.

Harry did not refute Trelawney's remarks because he felt it was pointless to do so, even though Lupine was one of his favorite professors, let alone the one who took the time to teach him the Patronus Charm.

The atmosphere of the dinner became a little depressing with Trelawny's arrival. Louis was silent as he dealt with the food in front of him. This was also the most embarrassing banquet that Louis had ever attended. Several people were whispering to each other.

After about a while, several people finished eating, and Louis and Harry Ron stood up almost at the same time.

"Oh my god, among you three, who stood up first?" Trelawney said nervously.

"I don't know." The three of them looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces.

"It makes no difference." Professor McGonagall said coldly, "Unless someone really snipers at us at the entrance to the hall."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere of the banquet was relieved. Trelawney seemed to be holding back and stopped talking.

She gave Professor McGonagall a dissatisfied look, grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, and rushed out.

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures." Professor McGonagall winked at the three Harrys, as if to teach them something.

Louis and others said goodbye to several professors and walked back from the door of the banquet hall talking and laughing. Just a few steps out of the door, suddenly a small brown shadow flashed past them.

"Ron, look, what is that?"

In the direction where the little figure was running, Ron found a brown mouse holding the food taken from the banquet and digging into the hole desperately.

"Banban! So you are here?!"