harry potter book of crimes

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 Somerset Maugham was born in Paris, France.

It has been said that if you want to eat well in the UK, you might as well eat breakfast three times a day!

Of course, Maka felt that there was no harm because there was no comparison.

"... Come, try this roasted quail," Slughorn diligently forked a dark, dry thing onto Maka's plate and said excitedly, "You know, although Slughorn

Gewoz's food has always been popular, but it's still too greasy for us old people. I made these roasted quails myself - it's been a while since I've been in the kitchen, and those little elves are still so welcoming!"

Yes, if it was a more normal breakfast, such as bacon and fried eggs, it would be pretty good, but the roasted quail cooked up by this old man was a little hard to accept.

Maka nodded to him, and then moved the ghost quail aside without leaving a trace, so that it wouldn't block the cream cheese baked mashed potatoes she was eating with its teeth and claws.

Fortunately, Slughorn did not continue to stare at him, but instead forked another roasted quail and turned to look at Harry's plate.

This breakfast was actually quite sumptuous. Except for Slughorn's unique roasted quail, everything else looked very appetizing. But the atmosphere at the table was a little weird.

Ron was staring intently at Draco, while Draco was concentrating on a piece of grilled sausage; Hermione was stabbing a sunny-side up egg with her fork, but her attention was obviously on

In the corner of his eye, Luna didn't even notice the semi-solidified egg yolk leaking out.

As for Neville across the dining table, he looked like he hadn't had enough sleep, and he was dozing off with half a piece of toast in his mouth.

Finally, of course, there was Harry, who was trying his best to deal with Slughorn's enthusiasm to prevent the last roasted quail from falling onto his plate.

Slughorn's hidden meaning behind this meal was actually very obvious. Before Harry came here, he paid all his attention to Maka. And when Harry took his seat, he started to make friends.

The goal of building relationships decisively moved towards the miserable Harry.

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

Slughorn was talking to Harry about Macca's World Cup riot, and the shriveled quail on the fork trembled as he shook it, as if it had come back to life.

"No one knew he was acting at that time, but the flying skills he showed were real! Do you know? I was there at the time - well, as long as I wanted, Gwenog would help me get it

Free tickets. Of course, I mean Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies, who was also a student I taught before..."

Showing his wide range of contacts anytime and anywhere is Slughorn's specialty. He can insert famous people he knows into conversations and then naturally tell others about them.

"To be honest, I mentioned that matter to Gwenog in my letter," the old man continued to talk enthusiastically, regardless of whether Harry heard it or not. "At that time, Maclean had not announced his relationship with the public.

Albus’s plan, so Gwenog didn’t have much favorable impression of McClane in his reply——”

Having said this, Slughorn turned his head again and smiled at Maka. Maka, who was chewing grilled sausages, shrugged indifferently, indicating that she didn't care about this.

"...Hey, even though she was a little angry at McLean for disrupting the World Cup, she highly praised McLean's Quidditch skills at the scene. She said that she could do it right after the opening whistle had just been blown.

The player who caught the Golden Snitch soon after had absolute luck and absolute strength - and in McClain's case at the time, it was obviously the latter!"

He said, paused for a moment, and then said with emotion: "I think if MacLean doesn't want to be a professor in the future, maybe he can participate in Quidditch competition - it must be world-class! He will definitely

I can win a series of championships for my team!”

Most children like Quidditch, and this has always been the case since Slughorn was young. He was right. Even today, this sport is still the favorite of most young wizards.

Favorite.

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

"Yes, that's right!" Slughorn nodded, pretending to be reserved, "You heard, I taught her before - Potions, you know."

Ron received his confirmation again, and then looked at Maka in surprise.

"Last time at my house, you told Ginny that there was someone who could help her get Gwenog's autographed photo. Could it be that you were talking about Mr. Slughorn?"

What he was talking about was the previous three-on-three match at the Burrow. Before the match, Maka did mention it to Ginny. When Ron mentioned it, Maka simply agreed.

Lower your head.

"Autographed photo?" Slughorn seemed to have found a breakthrough point and hurriedly intervened, "That's easy - believe me, there's nothing easier than that! Ginny? She's your little girl.

Friend, Mr. Weasley?"

"Uh, no no..." Ron waved his hands repeatedly, "Ginny is my sister."

"Really?" Slughorn didn't care what the relationship was. He only needed to know that the two were very close. "You ask Miss Weasley to wait a little longer. I can also invite him next time."

Participate in the private event I hold, and then I can personally give her the signed photo!"

"Oh! That's really good." Ron seemed very concerned about everything that could make his precious sister happy. "If Ginny knew about it, she would be very happy! But..."

As he spoke, he asked Maka: "Why did you say it was the next school year? I heard it in the broom room, and you told Ginny to look forward to the next school year..."

Upon hearing this, Maka looked towards Slughorn and signaled him if he wanted to announce it himself.

Slughorn saw Maka asking him with her eyes. After thinking about it, he moved the chair under his buttocks and stood up with a smile on his face.

"McLean is not wrong, but due to some circumstances, this time needs to be moved forward a little." The old man pretended to pull his collar, as if to make himself look more dignified, "Dear young people here.

Mr. and Mrs. are not outsiders, so you can know earlier than other students - starting from today, I will officially return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and resume my role as the school's Potions Professor!"

For a moment, Harry and others were stunned in their respective seats. Only two people clapped sparsely. One of them was naturally Maka, and the other was Draco. It seemed that he had known about it for a long time.

This happened.

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

There is an old saying in Britain that says, "The person who cares most about you is always your enemy." At this time, this sentence was vividly reflected in Harry's body.

"Professor Snape will replace Dolores Umbridge, who voluntarily resigned, and take up the temporary vacancy of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Maka explained casually, "Don't roll your eyes in a hurry, trust me,

He is at least much stronger than Umbridge... As for how much stronger, you can experience it for yourselves next!"

"oh--"

Even Maka's comfort could not stop Ron and Harry's heartfelt wails. Even Neville, who was dozing off, was aroused by the name "Snape" and woke up with half a tomato slice in his mouth.

The piece fell back into his dinner plate.

"...So, from now on, I will teach you the wonderful course of Potions!" Slughorn's attention was not on Snape at all, he was still talking to himself.

My own speech, "Perhaps you haven't felt the charm of this course before, but I will make you really interested in it! By the way, let me tell you another exclusive good news - your Mike

Professor Lane will be a special guest in my first class, and he and I will show you the brilliance of Potions!"

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

Since Draco was sitting on the seat next to Slughorn, Slughorn immediately noticed Draco's gaze. For some reason, Slughorn originally had a soft spot for such flirtatious moments.

Slughorn unexpectedly ended his inaugural speech and suddenly brought the topic to Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, don't you have something to say to Maclean?" There was a kind look on his face, as if he turned into a kind old man in an instant, "I think he is a good person now."

Timing, if you have anything to say, you can say it now! For my sake, I believe McClain will be willing to listen...right?"

Slughorn's last "really" was obviously meant for Maka. Maka was not very interested in his "face", but he was willing to know what Draco wanted to say.