Chapter 110 Orderly Chaos

"...Come on, sit down...speak slowly."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and pulled another chair over to the table.

But the young witch shook her head and said, "Sorry...you must be Headmaster Dumbledore? I...I came to find Mr. McLean, but I didn't expect..."

"Maca went out today, and said she was going to a banquet..." Hermione said casually, poking the food on the plate with her head down.

"Oh——" the young witch sighed in disappointment, and then hesitated, "Although I know this is very abrupt—I originally planned to ask Mr. McLean to introduce me, but——"

She said softly: "I wonder if you can let me see Mr. Severus Snape? My mother is not in good condition. St. Mungo's therapist said that it is a very bad disease. Treatment The potion used is very difficult to prepare...so..."

"Severus?" Dumbledore turned his head to look at Snape.

Snape brushed his hair impatiently, looked at her indifferently and said, "Didn't McClain tell you?"

The young witch froze for a moment - she didn't know what Snape was referring to.

"Potions," Snape frowned, "McLean was also an apothecary—"

"He hasn't registered yet!" Professor McGonagall immediately said seriously.

Snape's impatient look was obviously more than that.

He frowned, stared at the young witch again and again, and then asked, "You know McClain?"

"Yes, Mr. Snape..." She nodded quickly and said, "Mr. McLean and Miss Lovegood, they are distinguished guests of our restaurant..."

At this point, it is very clear that this young and beautiful witch is the new owner of the "Snow Witch" restaurant in Hogsmeade Village - Celine.

"The relationship between the store and the customers?" Snape couldn't help but sneered.

"I'm sorry, I know this...but..." Celine had a weeping expression, "I'm really desperate, my mother's illness suddenly became serious, but there's nothing Saint Mungo can do - just lack of special effects Potion."

Snape frowned more and more, obviously he didn't want to trouble himself.

"Severus," Dumbledore said suddenly.

Snape glanced at him, then glanced at Celine again.

"Okay, okay..." Snape said annoyedly, "I don't care how much relationship you have with McClane, anyway, this trip is on his head!"

"Let's go! Immediately!" He waved his hands impatiently, and then walked quickly outside the door first.

"He's still so annoying." Ron moved closer to Harry and said in the smallest voice.

Just then, Ron felt something jump up on his knee, startling him.

"Ow!" he yelled, banging his elbow on the edge of the table and knocking over the glass.

"What's wrong?" Harry turned his head.

But before he had time to continue talking, he found a big ginger-yellow hairball that "bang" landed on the dining table, and then there was a loud bang, and many dinner plates and glasses were touched on the ground.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly reached out to pick it up and put it on the ground, lest it continue to spoil the food.

"Oh, Crookshanks, what's wrong with you?" Hermione exclaimed.

That's right, that big furball-like thing was Hermione's pet cat—Crookshanks.

Ron was still clutching his elbow and screaming in pain, but felt a light on his thigh.

He turned his head quickly, just in time to see his own mouse, Banban, jumping onto the empty chair beside him, then jumping to the ground again, spreading its legs and running towards the other side.

Crookshanks naturally wouldn't let it go, it deftly walked around the round table,

He went straight to the direction Banban was running away from.

"It's like this again! It's like this again!" Ron stood up angrily, "Babber is sleeping on my bed! Why do you stupid cat keep staring at him!"

Complaining angrily, he chased them in the direction they were running.

Hermione looked at Ron's back, and was about to follow. But she thought about it again, but she simply turned her head and sat still on the chair.

"My God! He stood up first! It was him!" Professor Trelawney suddenly pointed at the door Ron left and screamed loudly.

"There are only twelve people including him!" Professor McGonagall said angrily, "You must not have learned arithmetic well."

Professor Trelawney came back to her senses, looked around, and then said vaguely: "There should be thirteen here, but the fog of fate covered my third eye..."

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was over.

But until now, Ron hadn't come back—Professor Trelawney had been nagging about it. Harry said he'd bring some back to Ron.

"Come?" Harry asked Hermione, who was about to go back.

"No," muttered Hermione, "I want to speak to Professor McGonagall."

Harry went to the doorway in the portrait to find Sir Cadogan celebrating Christmas with two monks, some former Hogwarts headmasters, and his fat pony.

He pushed up his helmet and toasted him with a jug of mead.

"Christmas-hicc-merry! Password?"

"Dirty mongrel," said Harry.

"And you too, sir!" roared Cadogan, as the painting tipped forward to let him in.

But Harry realized right away that Ron wasn't in the common room, so he headed straight for the dormitory.

"Oh, you're back..." said Harry, "I brought you something to eat...how's it going?"

Harry saw Scabbers lying on Ron's bed at a glance. It looked less energetic, but it was a little fatter-this was probably entirely due to the small bottle of "special rat food" that Maca sent.

"Thank you," Ron said weakly, glancing at Harry's food on the bedside table, "as long as that damn stupid cat doesn't come to catch it, I think it can live for at least a few more days..."

"Didn't you feed it some more of the rat food Maca sent?" Harry asked. "It looks like it worked."

"I've fed it," said Ron. "The effect is good. Scabbers likes to eat very much, but he always goes to bed after eating."

"Get more rest to get better slowly!" Harry said casually, walking towards his bed.

Ron thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

By this time, Harry had his Firebolt and Hermione's birthday present, the Broomstick Care Manual, in his arms.

"I'm going to take care of it, Ron, together?" Harry turned his head and said.

Ron glanced at Scabbers, who was lying on the bed—it seemed to be asleep.

"Um... well!" said Ron.

The two went downstairs to the common room, and Harry flipped through the manual, wondering what to do with the Firebolt.

However, there were no bent broom-tips to trim, and the broomstick was so smooth and flawless that it clearly needed no sanding.

He sat there with Ron, admiring it from every angle, until the hole in the portrait opened and Hermione walked in... and with her was Professor McGonagall.

Although Professor McGonagall was the head of Gryffindor House, Harry only saw her come to the common room once, and that time was to announce a very important thing.

He and Ron watched her with wide eyes, both holding the Firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up a book, and hid her face behind it.

"Oh! This is... the Firebolt!" Professor McGonagall said, although his expression was still serious, but his eyes seemed to light up, "It's so beautiful."

She walked to the fireplace, looked at the Firebolt, and said in a slightly surprised tone: "Who gave you this Christmas present, Potter?"

Harry and Ron looked back at Hermione.

They saw a slight redness on her forehead protruding from the top of the book, and the book had been turned upside down.

"Uh... yes, yes," Harry felt his throat dry, "this is..."

He wasn't quite sure whether he should say it was from Maca, but Professor McGonagall took the initiative to change the subject, which surprised both him and Ron.

"Oh—let's not talk about that," Professor McGonagall suddenly turned to look at Ron and said, "Miss Granger just told me that your pet mouse is not in good condition, and she asked me to come and take a look."

"What?" Ron thought he must have misheard.

"Take me to see your mouse," Professor McGonagall said, "Although I am not a professional, at least I can help you take a look."

"Oh...well!" Ron glanced at Hermione, only to find that she kept her face hidden behind the book.

Ron brought Professor McGonagall to the dormitory, but he was surprised to find that Scabbers was gone!

Ron looked everywhere, but couldn't find it. Professor McGonagall had no choice but to leave a sentence, "If you find it, bring it to my office" before leaving.

"... Where's Hermione?" Ron asked Harry awkwardly.

Harry pointed to the stairs leading to the girls' bedroom.

"What's she doing?" Ron muttered in a low voice, and sat down in the armchair next to Harry.

Harry was still admiring his Firebolt, without raising his head, he said, "She told me before going up, 'If it was Maca, she would do it.'"

Ron scratched his hair and said sullenly, "If it's Maca, he'll always figure things out for himself - like he gave me rat food."

...

"Ah Choo!"

On the other side, Maca, who was casually chatting with Ernie and the others, suddenly sneezed.

"Hey, Maca, did you catch a cold?" Ernie asked strangely.

Maca rubbed his nose, subconsciously looked in the direction of Hogwarts, and then shook his head.

"Maybe someone is talking bad about me..." he said, "Where did you just say that?"

"You just said that the guy named Columbus knocked the egg on the table!" Leila said excitedly, "What next? Is he going to eat it?"