The dripping stone monster jumped to the side after hearing Harry read out the password "Macaroni Cookies" written on the parchment paper. The spiral staircase just sent Harry to the front of the door when the door opened.

Harry, who was invited to sit in the old position in front of the principal's desk, noticed sensitively that Dumbledore's expression this time was different from the previous times, with a little fatigue and anger in his expression.

Harry hesitated, something made Dumbledore so anxious.

"Do you want two sweet cakes?" Dumbledore pushed a plate of macaroni cookies on the table to Harry. "Do you remember Mrs. Olim Maxim, the principal of Boothbaton? She baked it with her own hands and sent a lot to me and Hagrid. I liked this recently. It has a rich sweet aroma with an almond flavor. Its texture is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and it has a lot of sandwich flavors. Its sugar content is very suitable for my taste."

"Thank you, Principal Dumbledore." Harry was not polite. After so long class, he was really hungry. Moreover, the muffin in front of him was filled with an irresistible rich aroma of almonds, which was different from the strange flavors of the white wizard in the past. He picked up a piece of muffin and put it in his mouth.

The macaroon cake has a distinct layering feeling, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. After a bite, you will taste the thin but crispy shell, followed by a soft and dense inner layer. Unlike the texture of the cream, the toughness of the almond cake supports the filling and adds chewyness to the soft filling.

"It's so good to be young... I'll do another one too..." Dumbledore looked at Harry's eating behavior, and couldn't help but raise his little finger and pick up a piece with his thumb and middle finger. He started eating it himself. Then he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and then smiled and directed the teapot to give them a glass of iced lemon juice to them.

Dumbledore took a sip of the drink: "You have successfully overcome the most troublesome first level. It seems that Sirius is still a very good teacher... I must remember to keep chanting the mantra sooner or later, and not miss any one, otherwise all my previous efforts will be wasted."

"We have been persevering, but no one can feel the second heartbeat until now." After the most difficult level of holding the Mandela Grass, Harry never relaxed in chanting the mantra. He could not accept the failure to start over. Although he was used to eating and talking with the Mandela Grass, he would not bite it or swallow it, but it would be enough to experience that taste once.

"Don't be in a hurry. Look at the weather. The storm may not come so soon..." Dumbledore smiled and filled Harry with tea again, "Oh... I'm old and have a bad memory. Miss Granger seems to have a thunderbird."

"Yes, Hermione said as long as we can feel her at any time..."

At this time, the door was knocked.

"Please come in." Dumbledore frowned, and the door leading to the spiral staircase opened, and Professor Sybil Trilawney, who was dressed in a weird manner, appeared at the door.

Compared to before, Professor Trelawney's image is still crazy, but after closer inspection, it has changed a lot.

Professor Trelawney's big glasses, which had been several times enlarged on his eyes, had been replaced. The new glasses were inlaid with colorful crystals. In the past, Professor Trelawney always had countless chains and beads hanging on her body. Now it seems that she is hanging more. Even her messy hair is decorated with many colorful beads, but the quality of those jewelry looks much higher than before.

The colors and styles of her clothes were even more exaggerated than before. At this time, the emerald green magic robe worn on her body was embroidered with many ethnic prints, and the green shawl draped on her shoulders shines.

"President Dumbledore, I need to talk to you about the divination professor." Professor Trelawney greeted him and walked in. When passing by Harry, the strong smell of incense on her divination classroom was very pungent, and Harry couldn't help but lean back.

Her terrifyingly large eyes looked at Harry, soft, vague voices rang in Harry's ears: "Ah, dear child, I'm glad to meet you in the material world."

Harry looked at the divination professor with a blank look and found that the image changes made the divination professor look more mysterious and crazier in image. The other party's untuned lines made him think in a daze that maybe the crazy girl would be like her when she grew up, if the crazy girl brought her famous demon-proof glasses.

Dumbledore directed a chair to fly to Harry and signaled Trelawney to sit down and talk.

"Harry, please wait and continue to eat, we'll talk later." Dumbledore added another drink for Harry, focusing on Professor Trelawney.

"Sybil, this macaroni is really sweet. Don't you try it?" Dumbledore pushed the muffin plate at Sybil.

"Thank you, Dumbledore, but the pattern formed by the slag you just fell down doesn't look great." Trelawney's face whispered vaguely to Dumbledore through the rising mist of the teacup.

Harry heard from the side that he almost choked by the sweet cake in his mouth. He coughed a few times, took a sip of lemon juice before calming down.

"Sybil, don't worry, I believe we will not be in any danger lately," Dumbledore said, speaking with a relaxed tone.

"Your eyes are not beyond the boundaries of the world." Professor Trelawney said in a particularly vague voice, pursing her lips, looking unhappy. "I have the perception of the future, Dumbledore, you have to worry about your hobbies."

"Of course, I have no doubt about this." Dumbledore nodded helplessly and asked directly, "You just said you want to talk about the divination professor. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"Dumbledore, you can't leave my divination class with that slow horse!" Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less illusory, and she clearly expressed her dissatisfaction.

"Ferenze's divination class is very popular. He is a qualified professor. As far as I know, you are very busy now. With him to share the divination class, you can be much easier." Dumbledore pointed his finger on the table and persuaded.

"I don't need it, I'm totally busy." Trelawney's big eyes dripped around, "Dumbledore, I see the slow horse leaving sooner or later."

"Dear Sybil, as long as Ferenze is willing to serve as a professor of divination, I will never drive him away." Dumbledore said firmly.

"Dumbledore, you can't refuse the prompts of fate." Professor Trelawney leaned against the back of the chair, raised his hand and held his big glasses, and the bracelets and beads on his wrist collided and jingled. "You know, Harris TV has sent me a full-time invitation. If you can't correct your attitude, I might consider their invitation."

"Dear Sybil, I don't think we need to continue talking." Dumbledore looked at Professor Trelawney through the crescent glasses, his fingertips facing each other, and his tone was a little annoyed, "If you insist on choosing that, I would be sorry, but I would respect and bless your choice."

"I will think carefully, Dumbledore, I will..." Professor Trelawney stood up angrily, because her jewelry on her body suddenly collided with each other with such a large movement, and the jingles were jingling.

She left with her head held high and her chest, without even looking at Harry, pushed open the door and disappeared on the spiral staircase.

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with his hands tiredly.

"Professor, will Professor Trelawney really resign? She looks upset." Harry took the initiative to fill Dumbledore with lemon tea. "Her TV shows are very popular among the witches, and both Mrs. Weasley and Lavender like her."

"Thank you Harry. As for Sybil, I respect her personal choice, but I don't think Sybil will leave, Harry. Like you, Hogwarts is her home. She will be angry about Ferrenze, but she will not choose to leave..." Dumbledore sighed deeply, "The divination class is much more troublesome than I thought. I have never taken such a class myself... Ferrenze accepted my invitation last year and took over Sybil, who was expelled by Dolores Umbridge at the time, and taught the divination course. But because of this invitation, Ferrenze was attacked by other betrayers who were considered by the horses. I can't just let Ferrenze return to the forbidden forest. He is not so repulsive to humans and is more kind. Harry, we cannot let him down... Even if Sybil really plans to leave school and change his job to host Harris TV's program."

Hearing Harris' name reminded Harry that he briefly described what happened in the Phantom Transformation and Ancient Magic class today: "Professor Theodore Nott definitely did it, they deliberately wanted to cause trouble."
Chapter completed!