Chapter 284 Knowledge Lectures at the Dinner Table

The atmosphere of this dinner was indeed not bad, with Fred and George, together with Lenny and Tonks, it was really lively at least on the surface. X23US. COM updates the fastest

However, everyone sitting around the dining table probably understands that this is just an illusion created by everyone in unanimous agreement.

Leaving aside Percy's matter, just the fact that Mad-Eye Moody's disappearance has no clue until now is enough to upset everyone.

To be honest, Maca is also a headache for this.

Moody was originally a pillar of the Order of the Phoenix. He used to decide many on-site affairs, and his importance was even more important than that of Dumbledore.

If Moody was still there, Dumbledore would not have put the burden of the Order of the Phoenix on Maca's shoulders so early.

Right now, across from Harry's seat, Tonks was eating and deforming her nose to amuse Hermione and Ginny.

Every time she closed her eyes tightly, showing a painful expression.

Her nose stretched out like a bird's beak and looked like Snape's nose; then it retracted and became the size of a round mushroom, and then a mass of nose hair emerged from each nostril.

It was a regular entertainment at dinner these days, and soon Hermione and Ginny were asking her to conjure up their favorite kind of nose.

"Conjure a pig's nose, Tonks."

Tonks complied cheerfully.

Harry looked up, and for a split second he thought a female Dudley was grinning at him across the table!

On the other hand, Mr. Weasley, Bill and Lupine are having a fierce discussion about goblins.

"They're still tight-fisted and they won't say anything," Bill said. "I still don't know if they believe that 'he' is back. Of course, they probably don't want to support either side, don't want to get involved in this."

"I'm sure they will never fall to the You-Know-Who," Mr. Weasley said, shaking his head, "and their losses were heavy. Remember the family of goblins he killed last time, near Nottingham?"

"It depends on what they're being offered, I suppose," said Lupine. "I'm not talking about gold... If someone offers them freedom that we've refused to give them for centuries,

Most of them will not be able to resist the temptation..."

"To be honest," Maca suddenly joked at this moment, "we can't ask goblins to think the same way as wizards. As far as I know, what goblins really value is not freedom, nor gold... but magic thing!"

He forked a sausage, took a bite, and said while chewing: "...that is the nature of goblins, and it is also a tradition."

"I dare say that if the goblins were given the sword of Gryffindor as a reward, they would even help us to bulldoze Voldemort's lair!"

"That doesn't make any sense?" Lupine said dubiously.

Upon hearing this, Maca smiled and waved her hand.

"Don't try to reason with different species... This is like those centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, how many years have you been neighbors with Hogwarts? But there are few signs of being subtly influenced..." He Said, "When it's a matter of faith, reason doesn't make sense."

"Belief?"

Seeing that the three of Harry, Leni, Tonks and the others were also attracted by his words, and they all looked half-understood, Maca couldn't help but spread his hands.

"This is the same as the question of 'whether Santa Claus exists'. No one has seen it before, but some people really believe that it exists. This is a kind of belief, and when this belief is repeated, deepened, strengthened, and affirmed , it may evolve into a belief.”

"Santa Claus?" Hermione widened her eyes and said, "He does exist. He was a bishop named Nicholas in the fourth century AD, because he liked to help the poor most secretly, so he was given this nickname later. "

"Well, yes! Hermione, you know a lot." Maca smiled at her, and then continued, "But I'm not talking about Nicholas, but the one who breaks into houses in the middle of the night every Christmas." , the old man with the white beard who goes door to door stuffing the woolen stockings on the fireplace.”

"I never got a Christmas present as a kid, so I never believed in Santa Claus," he said, "but I know a lot of Muggle parents who convince their kids that Santa Claus has always existed." of."

"And children like gifts, which is the same as goblins like magic items, but the belief in them is much stronger..."

Maca talked while eating, but stopped while talking, looked at them dumbfounded and said, "I'm just looking for a random topic to talk about, aren't you hungry?"

"Maka, there is actually a question I've always been curious about..." Ron said excitedly, "Why does the wizarding world also celebrate Christmas? I heard Harry say, isn't this a Muggle holiday?"

"Ron, Christmas for Muggles is not the same as Christmas for wizards!" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I won't copy any History of Magic homework for you in the future! Otherwise, you will definitely fail." professional..."

"What? There is such content in the history of magic?" Ron looked very surprised, he couldn't help but grow his mouth, and the half-eaten chicken legs fell back on the dinner plate.

"Wizards celebrate Christmas with the customs of the ancient Jazz religion, and it is also because of this that they hang mistletoe and make Christmas trees." Maca explained, "Do you know the Jazz religion? A wizard religion that advocates nature, and Merlin is the last to teach it. A heritage believer."

"Oh! That sounds really cool!" Ron nodded and said, "At least if I test this next time, I won't forget it!"

"I don't think so." Hermione immediately poured cold water on Ron habitually.

Three servings of buttery crumbs, followed by custard cakes, were too much for all to eat.

But Maca was still stuffing it into his mouth. Although he seemed to be eating calmly, he actually didn't eat less than the others present!

"All... finished?" Maca looked at everyone, because everyone was looking at him.

"Oh I think so." Ron looked around.

"Giggle... bastard Maca... Hahaha, you can really eat it!" Lai Ni laughed happily while holding her belly.

"Wasting food is the worst behavior." Maca didn't take it seriously, he said it as a matter of course.

When Maca finally put down the spoon, the conversation at the dinner table gradually calmed down.

Mr. Weasley leaned back in his chair, looking satiated and relaxed; Tonks yawned with his mouth open, and her nose had returned to normal.

Ginny ushered Crookshanks out from under the cupboard and was sitting cross-legged on the floor, rolling some Butterbeer corks around for Crookshanks to chase after them.

"It's about time for bed, I think," said Mrs. Weasley, yawning.

"Not yet, Molly." Sirius pushed aside the empty plate in front of him and turned to look at Harry, "You know, I'm really surprised for you! I thought the first thing you did when you got here, Just asking about Voldemort."

The atmosphere in the room changed suddenly, so quickly that one almost thought it was a dementor.

A few seconds ago it was so relaxed and sleepy; now everyone is alert, even tense.

A shudder passed around the table at the sound of Voldemort's name. Lupine, who had just picked up his glass to drink, put it down slowly, with an air of vigilance.

Only a few people in the audience were still relaxed, but they also calmed down a little.

"I asked!" As soon as this matter was mentioned, Harry felt depressed again, "I asked Ron and Hermione, but they said we were not approved to join the Order of the Phoenix, so"

"They're right," said Mrs. Weasley, "you're too young."

She sat upright on the chair, clenched her fists tightly in her arms, and her drowsiness disappeared without a trace.

"Since when did we have to join the Order of the Phoenix before we can ask questions?" Sirius tapped lightly on the table and said, "Harry has been trapped in that Muggle's house for a whole month, and he has the right to know what happened."

"Wait!" interrupted George loudly.

"Why can Harry's question be answered?" Fred asked angrily.

"For a month, we have been trying to get something out of your mouths, but you have refused to tell us anything!" George said.

"You're too young to be in the Order," said Fred, in a shrill voice that sounded like his mother's, which sounded unbelievable, "and Harry isn't even a grown-up yet!"

"It's not my fault that no one told you what the Order of the Phoenix was doing," said Sirius calmly. "That was your parents' decision. Harry was different."

"It's not for you to decide what's good for Harry!" snapped Mrs. Weasley, the look on her normally genial face frightening.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George turned their heads between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, as if watching a sparring match on a tennis court.

Ginny asked, kneeling in a pile of discarded Butterbeer corks, staring blankly at their conversation, mouth parted.

Lupine stared at Sirius without blinking.

"Who will smash online first?" Maca thought nonchalantly, and picked up another custard cake by the way and ate it.

He could decide many things on a normal mission, but now he didn't want to, and he really couldn't. This was one of the things that Harry had to deal with on his own.

"I'm just going to tell Harry what he needs to know, Molly," said Sirius. "He's probably the most entitled person in the world to know about Voldemort, isn't he?"

"He's not yet a member of the Order!" said Mrs. Weasley. "He's only fifteen, and"

"McLean, what do you think?" Sirius suddenly raised his head again, and asked Maca who was sitting at the other end, "I remember, you seem to have never expressed your opinion on this matter!") Download free Reader!!