Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Before dinner, Trelawney delivered her usual menacing speech.

Anriel ate his meal as usual.

"Sybil, some tripe?"

Professor Trelawney hesitated for a moment, then took the bowl from Professor McGonagall.

This didn't seem to be consistent with her character, as she had always been at odds with Professor McGonagall.

This time, she did not continue to show off her "Third Eye" ability at the dinner table, but glanced at Anriel from time to time...

Trelawney might not be very likeable and a little paranoid, but she's definitely not stupid.

Anriel has been on the list of Divination students for two years, but he has never attended a single class.

Combined with the prophetic bloodline of the Grindelwald family... Professor Trelawney should know it all.

Anriel turned his gaze back along the dining table, where Luna was leaning against him, looking full.

Maybe it was a special kind of magic. Whenever Anriel saw Luna's smiling face, he felt as if nothing else mattered.

Voldemort? Sirius? Wormtail?

What has it got to do with me?

If you don’t bother me and don’t affect my life, why should I care about you?

Anriel suddenly remembered something, and he gently patted the girl who was curled up in his arms.

Luna looked up, her big watery eyes reflecting Anriel's face, and she looked at Anriel with curiosity.

"My little princess...I remembered something."

After Luna lowered her head and rubbed her neck, she turned around and faced Anriel, and he said:

"I need to take you to order a set of robes... maybe you can use it next year, no, maybe this year...

There will be an important occasion next year when I might need it - and I definitely won’t go with other girls, so…”

Luna pouted:

"I know~ Actually you don't have to emphasize the last sentence~"

The girl smiled playfully, her eyebrows curved into crescents.

Anriel poked Luna's little face and smiled:

"So we're going today?"

Luna's cheeks blushed slightly. She reached out and pushed away Anriel's fingers. Then she buried her head in her boyfriend's chest and rubbed it, making two unclear "hmm" sounds.

This Christmas dinner definitely didn’t last long, it lasted for two hours, and everyone enjoyed it very much…

"My dear! Which of you stood up first? Which one?"

Professor Trelawney made a sharp crackling sound.

Ron and Harry stood at the table blankly, at a loss as to what to say at this moment.

Anriel saw it...

It was Harry who stood up first.

"Thirteen people! Today we have thirteen people dining at one table!"

Trelawney looked at Anriel for help, as if hoping that he would agree with her point of view.

But Anriel was thinking about another question at this time...

Why does Trelawney always accidentally tell the truth when he is sober?

Plus, she was a true prophet even when she was in a daze...

Absolutely, he had nothing to say.

"I...I don't know..."

Maybe there were too many people sitting at the table, Harry felt a little confused and restrained.

This time, before Professor McGonagall could come out to mock Trelawney, Bathilda raised her eyebrows first:

"Really? Is there such a saying?"

The little old lady seemed to have discovered some very novel toy, and she kept looking between Harry, Ron and Trelawney with a scrutinizing look.

"This...Sybil?"

Trelawney nodded, and somehow it gave him the air of mental weakness.

"So you think that if thirteen people - whether they know each other or not - sit down at a table to eat, the first person to stand up will be the first to die, right?"

When Bathilda asked this question, a strange aura emanated from her body.

She is a historian, and during the early stages of her visits and investigations, this kind of logically clear questioning and answering was a required course.

"Yes...yes, that's right."

Trelawny paused, then confirmed.

"it is good."

Bathilda nodded in satisfaction.

"Then there are only two possibilities for your idea -

The first one is more well-known: in Muggle society, there is a faith called Christianity.

In the legend of this religion, the core figure of this religion is called the Lord, and the Lord has twelve disciples, a total of thirteen people including himself.

The thirteen people held a dinner party one day, but unfortunately there was a traitor among them. According to the Muggles, he betrayed the Lord's message in exchange for thirty yuan -

I suppose it could be compared to thirty Galleons? But that might be a cheap way of saying it… thirty Knuts.

No matter what, this traitor killed their master.

Therefore, 13 is widely regarded as an unlucky number.

I think that, after the dinner, the murdered man in the middle will be the first to stand up, am I right, Sibyl?"

Bathilda's long speech shocked everyone present, but she hadn't finished yet:

"But this is just one possibility. There is another possibility:

We may know more about this legend——

King Arthur of Great Britain, I think we may be more familiar with his court magician Merlin.

King Arthur and his twelve knights of the round table are dining together... The first to rise is the first to die, and the first to leave is gone forever."

Bathilda looked around, scanning everyone with a sinister look, and said in a sinister voice:

"Whichever of these two options it is, it is not a good outcome...

At this table, there are traitors who betrayed their master, those who gave up halfway, and those who murdered and rebelled..."

Bathilda's skill in language rendering is indeed amazing.

Except for Dumbledore and Andril, everyone at the table had a creepy feeling and a chill down their spine.

But the next second, Bathilda's words broke everyone's heart:

"But in my opinion, this is all nonsense - Anriel is now sitting in Judas's seat. If this brat gets angry, there is no need to arrange the order of death at the table, haha..."

No one, it seemed, except Bathilda herself, found the joke funny.

Anriel laughed dryly twice...

Professor Trelawney's expression was very ugly, as if someone had forced a still alive bullfrog into her mouth.

Xenophilius laughed twice, very respectful, and then he turned to Harry and the other two:

"Okay kids, if you have something to do, you can go now - I think it's okay now."

This kind of words are only suitable for people with Xenophilius's personality, although we don't know whether this personality is his mask or his true appearance.

"Oh, thank you, thank you Mr. Lovegood--

Harry, you two go ahead, I have something to ask Professor McGonagall."

Ron shrugged, and he and Harry left the Great Hall.

Hermione took a deep breath, took a step forward, and walked to...

Next to Anriel.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall herself didn't hear the excuse she had just made.

Hermione didn't stay to ask about the classes she needed to take this semester, as Ron thought.

......

"Anriel... Harry received a broom without any label this morning."

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