I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

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Time passes quietly as if passing by.

When the bell rang for the last class, the little wizards filed out of the Charms classroom, their faces full of relaxation and joy.

Not only because today is Halloween, but also because most of the students today have successfully released the spell of new learning in class. This made Professor Flitwick feel very good, and then he announced to them that they would be exempted from the Charms homework for this week, and only told them to practice on their own.

As the workload of other subjects in third grade becomes increasingly heavy, this is undoubtedly good news and the best Halloween gift.

Accompanied by his roommates, Ian quickly went downstairs and headed to the auditorium for dinner. The afternoon of studying had already made everyone hungry, not to mention the anticipated Halloween party after dinner.

Especially at this moment, the sweet smell of roasted pumpkin was wafting everywhere in the corridor, as if it was urging everyone, making them involuntarily speed up the pace.

When everyone came to the hall of the auditorium, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the hall had been decorated for Halloween. Under the various colorful ornaments, the place looked weird, unpredictable and brilliant.

Hundreds of magic bats were flying on the walls and ceilings. Not only that, but there were countless lit miniature pumpkins, floating above the dining table like dark clouds and constantly circling. There were candles burning in the belly of the pumpkins. The fire is also swaying, coupled with countless little wizards in strange costumes, it is not an exaggeration to say that Hogwarts at this moment can be called a ghost in the night.

All kinds of delicacies appeared on golden plates instantly. It was as sumptuous as the opening dinner, but now it lacked the original solemnity and solemnity, only laughter and relaxation remained.

Ian sat with his roommates on the long Ravenclaw table, looking at the strange decorations around them while enjoying the food on the plate.

This is a dish that Ian specifically requested when he went to the kitchen before, a beef patty fried and grilled in olive oil, but mixed with chopped leeks. Power does not have to expire. Since he has Dumbledore's permission, Ian naturally plans to improve his food.

The house elf's cooking skills were very good, and the fragrance of the leeks was perfectly preserved in the pie, so much so that Ian had already eaten two pies in a row. Just when the third portion was transferred to the dinner plate, and before Ian could get started, Andre next to him said in a somewhat surprised tone:

"Man, how long have you been hungry for? Come on, the dinner lasts until midnight, so there is really no need to be in such a hurry?"

Ian couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard this, midnight? This stupid kid won't have such a simple understanding in two years. However, he still didn't intend to elaborate with the other party at the moment, so he could only find an excuse and said:

"I'm a little hungry. Don't you think that if you eat more now, you will have the energy to last until midnight?"

Andre was a little confused by Ian's casual answer. He couldn't help but turn his head to Ivy next to him, and asked a little unconfidently: "These food will be served until the end of the dinner, right?"

After receiving a positive reply from Ivey, Andre breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "Man, I feel like you are acting weird today. What's the matter?"

Before Ian could answer this time, Ivy said: "A qualified Ravenclaw will never explore other people's secrets."

Andre shrugged upon hearing this, and said with rare restraint: "Sorry, Ian. What Ivey said is right. I didn't want to explore anything, but if you need help, you must tell us."

Ivy next to him also nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, if I really need your help, I won't be polite. It's just that there may be a small episode, or there may be nothing at all, but no matter what, it's just a small matter."

Ian said easily to his two roommates.

Perhaps for other third-year or even fifth-year wizards, the troll is still a more terrifying existence, but with Ian's strength, it really shouldn't be too easy.

Maybe the troll's skin has a certain degree of magic resistance, but just like the bulletproof vest in the previous life, it may be able to defend against small-caliber pistols, but how about making it resistant to assault rifles?

He had consulted information in the Ravenclaw college library very early. Regarding this low-intelligence but extremely cruel creature, he not only learned in detail the differences between the three trolls, but also found out their different weaknesses in detail. , of course the latter is just a reading habit.

So Ian really didn't care too much. Whether it was a mountain monster, a forest monster or a river monster, it was just a matter of casting a spell.

Closer to home, the dinner continued in an orderly manner, and Ian also saw Hermione's figure on the long Gryffindor table, but the distance was too far, so they looked at each other from afar, just toasting to each other to celebrate a happy holiday. .

About an hour and a half later, just when Ian thought that this cheerful atmosphere would last until the end of the dinner, he was broken by a sad voice: "Trolls... There are trolls in the castle... I think I should let you know." of."

"The Best Supporting Man is Born."

Ian looked at Professor Quirinus Quirrell, who stumbled into the auditorium with a frightened expression on his face, and who knew the time so accurately that he fainted immediately after speaking. He couldn't help but award him a medal in his heart. Oscar statuette.

At the moment Quirrell fainted, there was chaos in the auditorium, so much so that Dumbledore had to use the Loud Voice Charm to calm everyone down.

"Prefects!" Dumbledore's voice was a little low at the moment. "Lead the students back to their dormitories immediately."

At this moment, all the prefects of Hogwarts were worthy of their title of elite. In an instant, 24 male and female prefects from four houses began to execute the principal's orders resolutely.

"Everyone is classified according to their grade, and they should line up and stand in order to gather towards us." All the prefects were concise and concise. After all, this meeting is indeed a race against time.

After that, the seventh grade prefects are responsible for the first grade students, and so on, the sixth grade students are responsible for the second grade students, and the fifth grade students are responsible for the third and fourth grade students. With such a clear division of labor and precise implementation, the messy lower-grade wizards were quickly gathered together. The male and female prefects led the students away in batches in an orderly manner.

“What is supposed to come will come.”

Ian thought with a sigh in his heart, and at the same time he didn't forget to look around, looking for the Harry trio. Fortunately, the two good babies, Harry and Ron, did not run around, but unlike the others who were panicking, they were a little ready to move at the moment.

kindness? Ready to make a move? This discovery made Ian more panicked than seeing the troll coming in person. After checking again and again, he still found the problem. Sure enough, Hermione was not seen in the Gryffindor freshman team.

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