This Wine... Is Poisoned!

By lunchtime, the Great Hall had been completely renovated.

The long table was moved to the corner, and a table that could seat twelve people was placed in the center of the room.

Professor Dumbledore, Flitwick, McGonagall, Snape, and Sprout were all present.

The leader is accompanied by four guardian King Kong guardians, an all-star lineup!

Filch was also there; he had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing a very flashy tuxedo.

He held a tall glass filled with rich Assam milk tea.

He swirled the cup, then brought it to his nose and took a deep sniff.

The movements were elegant and impeccable.

What could William say but one thing, "High society!"

Nicolas was sitting next to Dumbledore, chatting with Professor McGonagall, while Professor Flitwick's booming laughter could be heard from the side.

Snape on the other side, serving tea and water, his head bowed and eyes downcast, looking like a lackey.

"Hurry up, we've been waiting for you." Dumbledore, seemingly very happy.

He even winked playfully at William.

William felt something was off, especially after learning that the headmaster and Grindelwald had a relationship that ended without fruition.

Of course, Dumbledore was indeed very happy, because William's Christmas present was wool socks.

All that wool was sheared Dobby, pollution-free and harmless, from the adorable goats of Aberforth, who have been infused with countless lives and blood.

After William and his companions took their seats, they sat side by side at the end of the table, making a total of twelve people at the table.

"A nuclear bomb!" Dumbledore exclaimed enthusiastically.

He pulled a small nuclear bomb out of nowhere and handed it to Snape.

Professor Snape reluctantly took it and pulled hard.

The nuclear bomb exploded with a bang, scattering like Senbonzakura, revealing a bright red witch's hat with a penguin specimen on top.

Snape remembered his photos in women's clothing, and his expression immediately turned sour.

He grinned mischievously again, then pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who happily put it on his head.

He even asked Professor Snape to help him see which angle looked better.

"Eat up, don't be shy!" Dumbledore said with a smile to everyone at the table.

Nicolas pulled out a large bottle of sherry, which Snape picked up and poured for everyone.

He's playing the role of a hostess/escort today.

Professor Snape did not get up, but instead pushed the wine bottle towards William.

He smiled maliciously and said, "Drink up."

Under Professor Snape's watchful eye, William poured drinks for the group.

The aroma is rich and strong; it's clearly a fine wine that Nicolas has been treasuring for many years.

William did not drink it, because the wine was poisoned; Snape had just secretly added it.

Seeing that William hadn't drunk from his cup, Hermione and Anne didn't touch theirs either.

Just as Harry and Ron were about to pick up their cups to taste the saltiness, the hall doors suddenly opened.

Professor Trelawney walked in; she was wearing a green dress decorated with Xiao Yuan and looked like a shiny, oversized dragonfly.

She's even Lovegood Luna!

Her entrance was also strange; she glided towards everyone like Dementor.

William couldn't help but lower his head, trying to see if she was riding on Wind Fire Wheels.

"Mr. Stark, staring up a beautiful lady's skirt like that is very impolite," Professor Trelawney said, giving him a disdainful look.

Everyone was looking at William with strange eyes.

He seems to be a scoundrel who roams the subway and buses, secretly taking pictures up women's skirts.

"Sybill, it's a pleasure to have you here!" Dumbledore said, standing up.

"Principal, I've been looking at the crystal ball the whole time."

Professor Trelawney seemed to have used a voice changer; her voice suddenly became indistinct and ethereal.

"Something unsettling happened at Christmas; I sensed the danger of this party."

I didn't want to come, but to my surprise, I used my Inner Eye to see myself in advance, and abandoned my solitary lunch to attend your banquet.

Who am I to refuse the call of fate?

I immediately came out of my building, and sincerely ask for your forgiveness for being late..."

If you don't want to spend Christmas alone, just say so... Instead of making so many excuses, Professor Trelawney is certainly being quite roundabout.

Professor McGonagall snorted.

"Of course, I forgive your lateness. Your dress is beautiful, it suits your style perfectly, and you have great taste."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up; he seemed genuinely pleased.

Let me get you a chair--

He waved his wand in mid-air, and a chair appeared out of thin air.

It spun in mid-air for a few seconds before landing with a dull thud next to Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore sat back down in his chair, satisfied.

The principal was clearly stirring things up on purpose; everyone knows that Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney have a very tense relationship.

He deliberately arranged for the two of them to sit together.

This is tantamount to the United Nations arranging seating, placing the Israel representative alongside the representatives of Iran and Jordan.

He'll most likely be ganged up on by two people.

So Professor Trelawney didn't sit down; her big eyes kept scanning the entire table, when suddenly she let out a dramatic scream.

"I wouldn't dare, Principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at the table! Nothing is more unlucky than thirteen!"

Never forget, if thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up after the meal will die!

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybill," Professor McGonagall said impatiently. "Sit down, the Bludger's getting cold."

Professor Trelawney hesitated, then dragged her chair and squeezed herself between William and Ron.

Ron had no choice but to stand up and move closer to Harry.

Professor Trelawney sat comfortably in her chair.

"Child, the ominous signs surrounding you are growing stronger... Alas, what a pity," Trelawney whispered.

Ron broke Harry's glass, spilling sherry all over them.

Trelawney smiled with satisfaction, then glanced at William.

"Mr. Stark, I've had my students pass on messages to you more than once..."

"I've been very busy lately, Professor," William explained in a low voice.

"Who isn't busy?" Professor Trelawney sighed deeply.

"I'm busy protecting the world, fighting against a powerful and numerous dark force."

We must also keep an eye on the future from time to time, to prevent dark creatures from crossing the river of time and wiping everyone out with a single slap...

"But did I miss class?" Professor Trelawney suddenly changed the subject. "No! For me, saving the world is just a side job; I still have to do my main job well."

"Alright, if you don't go now, I'm telling you, kid, you're definitely going to fail this semester."

Even the principal can't protect you, I'm telling you!

I've already seen it with my Inner Eye.

"Professor, the future might be Prophecy wrong... By the way, did you receive the Christmas present I sent you?" William lowered his voice.

"I came in a hurry, I may have missed it." Trelawney looked deeply at William.

"Several bottles of sherry," William said in a whisper.

Professor Trelawney cleared her throat and tossed her long, wavy hair.

"... You're very good, really very good, William." Trelawney stopped calling him "Stark" and addressed him affectionately.

"Perhaps you're right; even the greatest Seer can be wrong."

Hermione, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Dumbledore raised his glass and said cheerfully, "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

William has just poured the antidote into Hermione and Anne's cups.

The three of them raised their glasses together and clinked them together.

Professor Trelawney picked up the cup that belonged to Ron and held it up as well.

Good wine!

She could smell the strong aroma of wine from outside her own corridor; otherwise, she wouldn't have come.

Deep feelings, one big bite!

Professor Trelawney smacked her lips, savoring the moment, when suddenly her eyes rolled back, she foamed at the mouth, and her limbs convulsed.

"This wine... is poisoned..."

She slumped onto the table, her face buried in the turkey in front of her.

Just as Minerva said, it was as hard as Bludger!

Everyone looked at Professor Snape.

Snape, his face grim, slammed his fist on the table and said, "Who poisoned him? This must be thoroughly investigated... Headmaster, I suspect Black has already infiltrated Hogwarts."

He definitely did it!

"..."

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