Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

"Are we inviting Hermione Granger to the party tonight?"

A little Gryffindor boy and his Hufflepuff friends were sitting at the dining table in the Great Hall. The surrounding walls and ceiling were covered with black bats, some of which were still flying, and some of which looked like bats. Low dark clouds hovered above the dining table, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly to flicker.

At first glance, it seems there are thousands of them.

The dinner has not yet started, but the auditorium is already filled with a festive atmosphere.

His companion asked with some confusion: "Why not? She went to Diagon Alley with us to buy school supplies. We are all wizards from Muggle families, aren't we? We should help each other."

"But I don't want to play with her. You know, in Charms class today, when Professor Flitwick taught us the levitation spell, Hermione succeeded in the first try. She was so proud that she showed off everywhere and sat next to her. Ron said, 'Everyone can't stand her, she is just like a nightmare.' If you ask me, Hermione must have contacted this spell secretly, otherwise she would not have succeeded in the first time. Teachers We are reminded in every class not to practice spells in private. What do you think is the difference between her behavior and cheating? I heard from Fred that Gryffindor would never do this, only Ravenclaws would. Practice magic secretly.”

"What then?"

"What later?"

"What happened to Hermione afterwards? She must have been very sad when someone said that to her face. That person named Ron shouldn't have said that."

"Hey, is that what you think? She is really sad. She didn't show up in the second class. She doesn't know where she went. Okay, okay, it's impossible for us to find Hermione now. I want to go back I'm in the dormitory, I must be the scariest monster at the party tonight."

"If you see Hermione in the common room, remember to invite her to come with you tonight. We came into this world together and we should help each other more than anyone else. Besides, my grandma always told me, 'Boys should protect girls. !'".

The Gryffindor boy had already left the table, and his Hufflepuff friends chased him to the door of the Great Hall until he agreed to invite Hermione as much as possible before leaving.

……

At this moment, in the Muggle Studies professor's office, the professor was putting on an elf cloak.

Mochir is not a disguise magus like Tonks, but his understanding of transformation is not comparable to that of ordinary wizards. He usually uses transformation to fine-tune his facial features so that he does not appear so sudden.

The wand was placed on the ears. The originally thick ears became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into gradually thin ears.

Pale golden hair, green pupils like leaves, and other facial features and skin just need to return to their original appearance.

In just ten minutes, the somewhat serious "nerdy" Muggle Studies professor turned into a noble and mysterious elf prince wearing a half-face mask.

There is quite a sense of huge contrast between the post-90s teachers when they are in class and when they go out for fun.

Magizoologists believe that elves are born from the Tree of Life and can evolve into angels through special rituals. But this has not been confirmed so far. On the contrary, some researchers have discovered something from the magic systems of elves and meiwa, believing that the two magic races once belonged to the same lineage.

It was getting dark, and the delicacies in the auditorium were placed on the tables.

On the other side of Hogwarts Castle, a large unused classroom was already filled with people.

Standing at the door was a bandaged ghoul. In his mouth was a piece that looked very disgusting. It had completely rotted. It was impossible to tell what kind of animal's hind legs it was. The saliva in his mouth couldn't help but flow out. It formed a line from the mouth to the ground.

But these are probably just props made with magic.

Mr. Ghoul, who was bent over before, now stands up straight. He is almost as tall as Mochir. His burly figure and the blood and bandages all over his body will indeed frighten the children. "Human, here This is not the place you should be!"

Legilimency...

Mochir wanted to see who the face was behind the bandage. Is the second phase so long?

Oh, it's a sixth-year Gryffindor, so that's okay.

Moqil glanced at the ghoul with disdain and snorted: "I am not a wizard, I am Legolas from the Elf Forest, son of Thranduil, grandson of Orifel. Prince of the Woodland Kingdom !”

Mr. Ghoul was a little stunned. Good guy, this masked elf must be a middle-aged Ravenclaw, otherwise he would never be able to pronounce these names.

The reason why he knew was because he passed the History of Magic exam in last year's O.W.L. exam. Legolas was an elf prince who was born 2518 years ago in the Third Era. The elf kings of his previous two generations were none other than Thranduil and Ou. Reifer.

"I can let my sister get in touch with him later, and maybe this guy can help me write my graduation thesis." This is what the welcoming ghoul thought...

Moqier saw all his thoughts of selling his sister for glory, and without giving him a chance, he pushed the guy away and walked into the house.

Rumble!

Mochir looked at the dark clouds, thunder and lightning and rain on the ceiling in surprise.

Does it have to rain at night when ghosts appear?

Are all young people today so aggressive? The atmosphere of the wet cosplay party is here, and it is somewhat colorful. For example, the horror atmosphere is really full.

And the one next to me...well, this Hufflepuff mermaid lady has a really good figure!

"Please give my lover a Mojito. I like to read her drunken eyes."

A siren next to her hugged the mermaid's slender waist, declaring her sovereignty. The party was a party, and she could only take advantage of her girlfriend.

In the crowd, Mochir actually saw Tonks. She was wearing a bunny girl costume, and her whole head turned into a small gray hare. A pair of straight black legs were twisting in the crowd. The rabbit behind her The tail twitches and twitches, looking very cute.

Moqier suddenly came up with this idea: "With such a rabbit head, if I go to Sichuan in China, I might not survive a day!"

He did not go over to disturb Tonks, but took a glass of blood-red sparkling water from the tray held by the vampire girl (Hogwarts students are not adults yet, they are not allowed to drink), and then found it himself He took a corner and sat down silently.

The purpose of his coming here today was not to play. To be honest, Moqier felt that writing papers in the laboratory was more interesting than partying.

The purpose of his coming here was only because of the school's political mission. Dumbledore allowed this activity to be held, but in contrast, he also made requirements for the students that a teacher must be present.

Therefore, every year, in addition to the four deans of the college, one of the other teachers would take turns to come as a guest at the party.

Some teachers really like costume parties.

It is said that the professor who teaches Care of Magical Creatures comes every year. If you look among the crowd, you will definitely find who has transformed into a magical creature.

For example, last year he turned himself into a big python and swam around the room, scaring many junior wizards.