The atmosphere in the Hogwarts Auditorium was much more relaxed and lazy than before by the joy of the upcoming festival and holidays.

In the auditorium under the floating candles, four long college tables were filled with chattering students, and the house elves made the meal the day before the holiday particularly rich.

Slytherin's long table.

"My dad was very satisfied with the new tricks that Allen had learned," Draco Malfoy said proudly: "He promised me to wear a wizard computer at school, so that we can use it to play games when the holiday is over."

"Although I can't compare to you, I have learned a few." Bryce Zabini straightened his spine with some smugness, and used his dark-skinned hand to pick up a silver fork to raise a white fish steak. "When I was practicing in the training ground, I was lucky to get the guidance of Laura's mother, but I haven't mastered the stone skin technique yet."

"If you two idiots can put half of your food in practice... you won't be able to learn shield techniques until now... You are following me and others look at you with you, I feel a little right." Draco wrinkled his nose, looked at Crab and Gole who were holding the cake and stuffing it into his mouth with big mouthfuls, and then looked at Laura Rozier, the perfect follower who was handing a candy quill to Emily.

Emily was sitting on the top of Slytherin's long table and whispering to Pansy. The plate in front of her was pushed far away. She took Laura's sugar quill that had been unpacked and took a sip, then waved her hand to tell Pansy to continue saying something.

No matter how stupid Gole and Crab were, they understood Draco's dissatisfaction. Crab's thick initial trembled twice, not knowing how to respond.

Gore thought for a while while Draco was looking at Emily, he looked at the teacher's seat clumsyly, then put down the cake in his hand, and muffled to pick a topic he thought Draco would like: "Draco, I guess Porter must have made Professor Snape angry again, and the dean was glaring at him again."

"It's a pity that the dean cannot deduct points for him for no reason." Draco raised his chin and glanced at the teacher's seat. "Potter must have done something stupid again. I noticed today that he made Dean Snape so angry that he spoke to the air."

Neville Longbottom also noticed Snape's terrible eyes. He ate the roasted tomato and felt the look of the Potion Class professor on the side. He glanced subconsciously and shivered suddenly, pressing out some juice and splashed out the roasted tomatoes. He wiped it with his hands, chewing the round cheeks, and swallowed the things in his mouth in two mouths.

Then Neville leaned back and tried to block his face with Hermione's fluffy and lush hair on his left hand. Then he carefully poked his head out from the other side and found that the other party's eyes had not changed due to his movement.

"Harry, what did you do to Professor Snape?...I didn't even let you go for dinner." Neville said in a silly voice, poking Harry with a slim finger, reminding him very seriously, "You have to be careful. He has never used this kind of look after hearing Professor Lupin's words last time he turned the Boggart into his clothes on my grandma..."

Hermione opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she picked up the milk cup and took a bite to herself. She wiped the corners of her mouth silently. She already knew the situation. Although she didn't agree with Allen's way of making fun of others - but realized that Professor Snape was staring at Harry so hotly, most of whom wanted to invite Harry to his house, but she couldn't say it... and the situation where Harry stared at Snape's house... This made Hermione try her best to stabilize so that she would not laugh out loud, and she understood Alan's thoughts a little.

"Looking at that look, he must be hesitating to catch you and try poison, Harry." Ron said to Harry in horror after looking at the teacher's seat, "No matter how you offend him, I think you'd better put some cow dung stones in your bag..."

"Harry, no wonder you haven't deducted your scores these days... Maybe it's like you're charging up your energy in the game." Fulleg's head appeared from Neville's fat body.

"The University President Grindelwald is here, I have to go to the principal's office..." Hermione deliberately took out her pocket watch and looked at her in surprise. Then she stood up and comforted Harry, hesitatingly said, "Don't worry, Harry, the professor can't punish students at will... You have to spend your thoughts on Professor Allen's magic before. You haven't successfully used it once... Otherwise, Snape can't punish you, Penelo, too."

Harry held his glasses and watched Hermione leave. He felt that he knew why Snape hated him so much. A few days ago, he made him dress up as an exaggerated dress of a rapper. He knew from the other party's reaction at that time that he had thought of revenge.

Thinking of Neville's experience since the Dark Magic Defense class, Harry felt a little worried, but it was hard to say it in public because Allen had not announced his new experiment and he could not tell others about it.

"Harry, it's going to be a holiday this afternoon anyway. There's no potion class today... We'll avoid him later." Ron applied butter on his bread, "You can go directly with us, don't you have to wait for Sirius. Mom said she told me that Dad would bring Sirius here at the Ministry of Magic."

"Uh... I'm so sorry, Ron... Ginny, Sirius and I won't be here for the holiday this year." Harry said a little embarrassedly. Seeing his girlfriend Ginny's disappointed gaze, Harry held his girlfriend's hand and explained in a low voice, "Ginny, you can thank Mrs. Weasley and me first... But we can come out at any time during the holidays."

"Why Harry?! There is no takeaway for Christmas. Didn't you say you don't like it?" Ron stopped chewing food. He turned his head in surprise, "Isn't it too deserted for you two to celebrate the festival in such a big house? What a pity, Ravend will come here to stay for a while this year..."

"Fortunately your house is not too cold..." Harry didn't understand what Lavender had to do with him when he went to the new burial, so he could only explain it dryly, "Because I've added it this Christmas..."

Ginny habitually gave Ron a blank look and asked: "Relative? Harry, is it from Black...Tonks? No, Lupin and the others will come to the Burrow..."

"My aunt's family will celebrate Christmas here at Sirius this year." Harry's ears were red, but he couldn't explain the reason, and he hadn't thought about how to explain the situation in this way before.

Ron, who knew that Harry and his uncle's family had a grudge, all the bread in his hand fell off, and the butter just turned and stuck to the table.

Ginny also said in a daze: "They hate you so much, how could they want to come and celebrate the festival with you?"

"Yes, Ginny, this is not right!" Ron's expression was still a little stunned, "You told me a few days ago that I'm glad I won't have to see them in my life."

But when the noise in Gryffindor was hustle and more surprising happened.

Hermione had already walked out of the auditorium. Snape shook his black bat-like cloak and stood up from the staff's seat. His sleeves rolled and strode towards Gryffindor's long table. Everyone who noticed this scene in the auditorium stopped talking, and the noise became much smaller. However, Snape, immersed in his thoughts, ignored these things. He walked straight to Harry, lowered his head and looked at Harry.

The Gryffindors, who had been deeply poisoned by Snape for a long time, seemed to have lost their courage at this time, and all honestly kept their eyes on their plates - except Ron, who was lying on the slice of bread on the table that had not been processed.

Harry's green eyes were forced to meet Snape's gloomy and cold gaze: "Professor?"

"Potter..." Snape's dark and empty eyes swept across the little wizards around him who were protruding his head, "I have something to ask you... and say it aside."

At this time, Ginny stood up and blocked Harry, holding her chin up and looking straight at Snape: "Professor Snape... According to the new school rules this year, we have not violated the school rules, and you cannot punish students at will."

Someone took the lead, which made the courage return to the little lions around him, and even Neville agreed.

Snape was not angry as Gryffindor thought. He just frowned and looked at the expression of the little wizards in front of him with some anger.

Snape touched the ring in his hand and was silent for a while.

"Potter... on this Christmas." Snape was rarely so sarcastic, but it made him feel uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and said coldly in his unique sarcastic tone. "If you don't want to live in the same room with your Muggle relatives, come to my new home in Floating City during the holidays... Remember to bring your potion homework, which will not be stagnant due to the slackness of the holidays, so as to check your limited size..."

Snape suddenly stopped sarcasm and smiled almost gentlely at the air in embarrassment. The expression that had never appeared on the Potions professor made the Gryffindors feel even more frightened.

"Sorry, Professor, is this going to be put into confinement?" Ginny sank her chin, suddenly looking strangely like Fred and George.

Harry looked up close at the hooked nose and the long black and greasy hair illuminated by the lights, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust: "Professor, if you want to be punished for that matter... I will be punished after the holiday, but you can't punish me on the holiday, because there are regulations on the school rules."

"It's not a confinement, Miss Weasley is worried, you can bring your Potions essay..." Snapton paused, his gloomy and strange voice sounded again, "You understand it as an invitation."

Snape's appearance made Neville feel frizzy all over his body. He began to grab Flegg's arm in horror. Semo also came over to use a strong dialect voice that everyone around could clearly hear, and began to mutter in a low voice that he thought Snape had been conjectured by the Soul-Snatching Curse.

Ron's originally stunned expression was now widening his eyes and mouth. He unconsciously raised his hand and grabbed his red hair. There were too many outrageous things today - Harry invited the annoying uncle Muggle family to celebrate the festival in the magic world, but Snape came to invite Harry to his house... celebrate the festival?
Chapter completed!