When will Hogwarts raise wages?

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Halloween is coming.

The castle was filled with the atmosphere of Halloween. When Amertha went to the kitchen to get some snacks, she found that the house elves were still busy. The four long tables were piled with pumpkins, and the strong aroma of pumpkins filled her nostrils.

"Professor Weasley!" The house elves began to scream excitedly as soon as they saw her.

Amosha tried hard to push the chattering sounds of the elves out of her mind, found Coco, the elf she often ordered, and asked it to prepare some chocolate cookies for herself.

"No problem! Professor! Coco will get ready right away!" Coco screamed with tears in her eyes and ran away happily.

It also takes time for Coco to prepare biscuits. Amosha walked boredly along the place in the kitchen where the pumpkin scent was strongest.

As she was walking, she suddenly stopped.

Dylan was sitting on the long table not far away, holding a carving knife in his hand and gesturing at a big pumpkin.

Neither of them had seen each other alone since their trip to Hogsmeade.

Amosha plans to give OWS a mock test on History of Magic for fifth-grade students, and has been busy writing questions recently.

She found fifty years of real test questions in the Room of Requirement, and planned to select the most representative test points from them, condense the essence, and plan to produce a set of real test questions over the years for students (such as Hermione) to refer to.

As for Dylan, he recently went to Changbai Mountain and brought back a bunch of scrolls. He was obsessed with translation and couldn't help himself.

Maybe Amosha's eyes were too intense, but Dylan seemed to feel something.

He paused with the hand holding the carving knife and turned back.

I saw her at a glance.

Their eyes met in the air.

"Together?" Dylan raised the carving knife in his hand to her.

"Okay." Amosha grinned, strode over to him and sat down. The house elf brought Amosha a big pumpkin.

Dylan transformed the table knife into a carving knife and handed it to Amotha.

"Thank you," she took the carving knife, looked at Dylan's light green dressing gown, and asked, "You can't sleep?"

A long-time friend, Amosha knew his habits. Unless he couldn't sleep or there was an emergency, Dylan would never walk around in pajamas and dressing gown!

"Hmm." He didn't say much.

The two of them started to yell at the pumpkin without saying anything else.

Amosha got started quickly. She quickly dug out the flesh from the pumpkin, held the pumpkin with great concentration, and carved it one by one.

In no time, she had carved her pumpkin.

"Here you go." Amotha put down the knife happily and pushed it to Dylan.

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then recovered and took the pumpkin.

"thanks,"

After thinking about it again, he approached Amosha and handed over the pumpkin he had carved.

"Return gift."

"Oh..." Amosha was a little flustered - Dylan was so close that she could even see clearly the bamboo leaf pattern embroidered on the collar of his dressing gown.

She blushed and shrank away uncomfortably. Dylan saw her actions and his eyes were unclear.

Amosha saw the look in his eyes and felt guilty. In her eyes, it seemed that she had never seen him look like this before. He quickly stood up with the pumpkin and the basket filled with cookies.

"It's too late... I'm leaving first, and it's already curfew. Aren't you on night patrol today?"

Without waiting for a reply, she hurriedly ran towards the door with her things in her arms. Not surprisingly... she got caught by the table leg.

It’s over.

At the moment when she was about to fall to the ground, Amosha said in despair.

It’s time to have a close contact with the earth.

However, it does not.

Because Dylan reacted quickly, quickly reached out with his arms, and successfully caught Amosha who was falling down.

Amosha subconsciously reached out and hugged him, and the two of them fell on the bench in an extremely twisted movement.

Fortunately, Dylan has amazing arm strength, otherwise they would both fall to the ground.

Neither of them reacted, and neither of them let go, as if they wanted to hold her in this position forever.

Amosha's face was hot and she tried to push him away, but failed.

"Don't move." Dylan lowered his voice, and Amosha felt his breathing when he spoke.

Dylan leaned forward slowly.

Amosha's heart was beating fast. She closed her eyes tightly and unconsciously clutched Dylan's clothes, her mind went blank.

A "click" sound directly broke Amosha's consciousness out of the disconnected state.

She immediately burst out with amazing potential. The moment the kitchen door opened, she pushed Dylan away and stood up flexibly, not forgetting to quickly pick up the pumpkin and cookie basket on the floor.

It was none other than her dear brothers Fred and George.

Apart from the busy house elves, if there is a third party present, they will find that the scene in front of them is extremely dramatic.

The twins stood furtively at the door of the kitchen, peeking inside, and met two burning eyes.

They soon discovered the source of their gazes. Amosha and Dylan were standing in the kitchen, looking at them quietly with expressionless faces.

Uh……

Embarrassing, really embarrassing.

Neither party moved, and stared at each other silently for about ten seconds.

Dylan was the first to react.

"Two Mr. Weasleys," he said rather unhappily, "given that it is eleven o'clock in the evening, twenty points will be deducted from each of them, plus a week's labor service. Isn't that excessive?"

Amosha scratched her hair uncomfortably and felt that her face was already red. She knew that she should stop Dylan from attacking Gryffindor's poor score and hand over the twins who were unfortunately caught wandering at night to the headmaster, Professor McGonagall.

But based on what the twins knew about her, she was 99% sure that they would be able to tell by the tone of her voice the moment she spoke, that her relationship with Dylan was not as simple as colleagues on the surface.

So she could only stand aside obediently and watch as Dylan mercilessly deducted a full forty points from Gryffindor, and also punished them with a week of labor service.

When Fred and George left the kitchen with dazed faces and the midnight snack that Dylan "mercifully" allowed them to take away, Amertha found that the kitchen had returned to its previous atmosphere - a complex mixture of embarrassment and ambiguity. atmosphere.

Fortunately, Dylan did not return to the old topic. He looked very calm and reached out to pick up the pumpkin carved by Amertha.

"Come on, I'll take you back."

Amosha wanted to refuse. She looked up and saw Dylan's eyes that seemed to be eternally calm. His pupils were very dark in color. With just one glance, she seemed to be sucked into the deep vortex in his eyes.

then……

"it is good."

Hogwarts at midnight is very different from that during the day. Only then will Amosha realize that she is in a deep castle.

She walked side by side with him, passing through sets of armor placed beside the corridor and past sleeping portraits.

The entire Hogwarts was enveloped in silence.

"I'm here, good night." Amosha looked up uneasily at Dylan, who stood in front of her and didn't say a word the whole way.

"Good night."

He turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.