Since there are good spirit agents in the magic world that make people lucky, the curse that makes people suffer from bad luck will naturally exist.

Dumbledore didn't think about the curse at first.

Because most people have never even heard of such a black spell.

Even if someone wants to cast a spell on him without knowing it, he will count all the wizards backwards from ancient times to the present, but he can't pick out a few.

But today's fortune is really too weird, and Dumbledore had to conduct a comprehensive inspection of himself.

The result is clear.

He didn't have any curse.

This made him fall into deep thought.

So what happened today?

It's really just simple, is his luck so bad?

The issues involved in this aspect are too metaphysical. Even if Dumbledore was the greatest white wizard of the 20th century, his magic knowledge reached its peak, it was not something he could easily understand.

Just like not everyone has the talent for prophecy, most people cannot clear away the illusory fog and see the road to the future.

Dumbledore didn't even go into the matter that he couldn't understand.

Anyway, judging from the situation in front of him, today's bad luck has not been strong enough, which will put him in danger of his life.

At most, it would make his Christmas a little unpleasant.

However, with Dumbledore's mentality, let go, and this small problem will not affect his mood today.

Think about it from another perspective and experience the time full of bad luck, and fighting wits and courage with it is quite interesting, right?

Relaxed Dumbledore waved his wand casually, repairing the broken glass to its original state, and sat back on the chair with a relaxed expression.

"Dalice, can you help me go to the auditorium? I want to know how the layout is going there."

In the row of portraits of previous principals on the wall, an elderly witch with kind-eyed eyes opened her sleepy eyes.

"I'll go now, but you should pay attention to Albus. Eat less cockroach piles. I've said a long time ago that you can't tell the difference between halal cockroaches and candies that look like cockroaches."

After Dalis said that, she disappeared from her own portrait.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, as if approving her words, but the old hands still reached into the candy box of cockroaches and took out one from it.

"I think you shouldn't be a real cockroach, right?"

His fingers were slightly pressed, and there was no golden honey slurry squeezed out, but a hard texture, and the cockroach's six legs struggled even more violently.

"Bang!"

Dumbledore threw it on the ground in distress and stomped on it to death with his feet, muttering in his mouth.

“It’s really bad…”

A subtle chuckle came from the wall hanging on the portraits of previous principals.

......

As night fell, the snowy Hogwarts Castle lit up with dim lights.

In the decorated Christmas-style auditorium, all the teachers and students who stayed in the school gathered here.

There were not many students staying on campus, so the dinner was not divided into four schools, and each college had a long table.

Instead, both the professors and the students sat together, sat at the same long table and waited for the beginning of the dinner.

Before the meal, the ghosts of Hogwarts formed a band together and were singing Merry Christmas songs on the platform.

The ghost Pipi, who was more naughty than any student, was also arrested tonight.

Under the command of Barrow, the blood man of Slytherin, a group of ghosts hung it directly above the stage and equipped it with red noses and crunchy antlers.

It is considered a waste to use it as a mascot of the ghost band.

Small banquets with a small number of people can give people a warm feeling. Dumbledore, who is the principal, did not have so many long talks before the dinner began.

After simple and sincere blessings, they began to enjoy tonight's Christmas dinner.

Sherlock sat opposite Harry and Ron.

He could feel Harry and his two faces froze clearly when he sat down in this position.

Afterwards, they seemed to want to leave and find a new seat to sit down, but they felt that it was impolite, so they could only sit in their original position with tightness, trying not to let their eyes meet Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at them strangely.

He remembered that he had never punished these two troublemakers?

Why do they always see themselves like rats seeing cats, and they want to find a mouse to get into it?

After the dinner began, Sherlock took a piece of Christmas pudding and ate slowly while staring at Harry and Ron.

Harry and the others were so scared that they were staring at him. They even stretched out their forks to make a sausage into their plates.

The more they don't want to talk to themselves, the more Sherlock wants to start the topic first.

"Why are you the only two of you staying on campus this Christmas holiday? Where is Granger?"

Harry and Ron's eating movement suddenly froze.

When they heard Sherlock's words, they all felt a word in their hearts.

You must ask yourself!

Of course, even though they thought so, they still said with a smirk.

"Hermione had something to do at her family, so she went back."

"She wants to stay, but she really has no choice."

Sherlock didn't hear anything unusual from their words. He didn't remember the original work whether Hermione went home this Christmas, and he thought the original plot was like this.

He then talked to Ron about why none of the brothers came home for Christmas.

He also told Harry that he was living in the place he was not far from his aunt's house. If he had time during the summer vacation, he could come to his house to help him with his holiday homework.

Harry nodded on the surface and said, thank you so much for Professor Forrest.

In fact, he thought to himself that he would rather eat bran at Aunt Penny's house than go to Sherlock to receive "blessings".

Ron was tight while chatting with Sherlock. He had been envious of the cake in the middle of the dining table for a long time.

Halfway through the banquet, he finally found a time for Sherlock to chat with Harry, leaned out and wanted to cut a piece of cake and distribute it to his plate.

However, the cake was a bit too far away from him, and Ron's movement of cutting the cake was a bit laborious.

At this moment, Sherlock suddenly asked casually.

"How are you doing this Christmas holiday?"

Ron's body shook immediately, and with the movement of his hand, the cake that had been cut off suddenly flew out!

The cake formed a perfect parabola on the long table and eventually landed on Dumbledore, who was chatting with Professor McGonagall!

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Everyone quietly looked at Dumbledore with a butter cake on his head.

Ron cried with a sad face, and his expression seemed to be about to really cry.

However, Dumbledore took the cake from the top of his head with a smile, and then put it directly into his mouth.

"The taste is very good Weasley. Thank you for your gift. I suggest you can try it too."

Everyone on the long table laughed out loud and the atmosphere became lively again.
Chapter completed!