Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

After encountering the first setback in his life, Malfoy's arrogance became much more restrained. He even spoke less frequently in the auditorium, let alone took the initiative to trouble Harry and Les.

He didn't take the initiative to provoke, Les and Harry didn't look for trouble, and the campus life at Hogwarts suddenly became calm and harmonious.

Taking classes, reading, and teaching while enjoying delicious food and desserts became Les' daily life at Hogwarts.

His life is very regular. He skips classes on Mondays, attends professors' classes from Tuesday to Friday to learn more about the modern magical world, and teaches Daphne magic on Saturdays and Sundays.

Although he was enjoying life, Les did not lie down doing nothing. He did two major things: First, he cleaned the corridor outside the secret room. Second, he added a seal in the sealed area of ​​​​the dungeon to prevent any monster from actually breaking through the seal and running out.

Adding a new seal is a helpless compromise, similar to knowing that the bottom of the ship is leaking, but due to limited conditions, we can only add a watertight door to the bilge.

Anyway, it's better than doing nothing.

"Your talent amazes me." Looking at the feathers floating in mid-air, Rice said nothing but praise.

Today Professor Flitwick taught the levitation spell to the little wizards. This is a magical spell that can make objects levitate through specific gestures and spells. Everything from feathers to human bodies can be driven by the spell to float.

But Les dared to bet with all his honor that Daphne did not rely on a spell to make the feather in front of her float.

"That's not it - Yugalem Le Diosa!" Daphne muttered a spell while playing with the feathers in the air.

Les:…

"I'm begging you, please keep your voice down. Even if you can't remember the sentences, at least remember the spells correctly!" He said in a dumbfounded voice: "It's Yuga-Dimlevi-O-Sa."

"Just tell me whether the feathers are floating or not?"

Les felt that Daphne seemed to have been led astray by him. She had more shadows of ancient wizards than modern wizards.

Fortunately Professor Flitwick didn't notice Daphne's version of the levitating spell, otherwise it would have been so much fun.

"Modern magic still needs to be learned. Only by reflecting each other can we gain more." Les advised her.

"Oh." Daphne nodded, not sure if she heard it.

"By the way," after getting tired of playing with feathers, Daphne changed the subject, "I've almost mastered the attack magic you taught me. What are you going to teach me next?"

After learning flying magic and defensive magic, Daphne learned a powerful attack spell from Les. In the Middle Ages, a wizard of her level could already be used as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

"I have learned a lot," Les rubbed his chin twice, "Then it's time to arrange a practical examination for you. A wizard who has not experienced actual combat is just a potted plant in a flower pot."

During the teaching process, Rice once made the snake-shaped sculpture in the secret room move and act as a target for Daphne, but this obviously did not belong to the category of actual combat.

Should this child go to the Forbidden Forest or go to the dungeon to experience it? Les was a little confused. Going to the Forbidden Forest is a waste of time, but as long as you don't go deep into the Forbidden Forest, the risk is not high. On the contrary, the sealed area of ​​the dungeon is too uncertain. If you are not lucky, you may encounter dark creatures that are too powerful as soon as you enter.

When she heard that she was going to participate in actual combat, Daphne showed an expression of eagerness to try. She also wanted to know what her current strength was.

"No rush, let me think about it carefully."

This consideration started from Tuesday to Halloween.

After the flying lesson, Les sniffed his nose when he returned to the castle. He smelled the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin.

"What a tempting aroma!" He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The aroma of roasting pumpkins reminded him that Halloween was coming.

"Do you know the origin of Halloween?" Les asked a question without knowing anything.

Daphne, who was following him, was stunned for a moment. She really hadn't thought about this issue deeply. She only knew that Halloween was a holiday for witches. On Halloween, her father would light jack-o'-lanterns at home and prepare a sumptuous dinner and gifts for her and her sister.

Les looked around and saw the clear stupidity in the eyes of the students around him. It seemed that no one else knew the origin of Halloween.

"This is a Celtic festival." Les patiently told the students about the original appearance of Halloween.

The Celts held harvest celebrations on New Year's Eve, both for the living and the dead. On New Year's Eve, under the influence of celestial phenomena, the boundaries between the underworld and the human world will become blurred, and the souls of the deceased will return to the human world. Therefore, the Celts will light bonfires and lights and celebrate all night to drive away evil spirits and spend time with their loved ones. The souls reunited and guided them back to the underworld at dawn.

This festival did not disappear with the demise of the Celts. The Roman Empire and the Christian Church later inherited this tradition. It was not until the boundaries between the human world and the underworld were artificially drawn that Halloween gradually changed beyond recognition and became " Trick or Treat” entertainment festival.

The underworld mentioned by Les aroused the interest of the students. They chattered about whether the underworld existed, but Les, the instigator of the topic, returned to silence, huddled aside and smiled.

Halloween can become what it is now, and the four of them also made a small and insignificant contribution back then. Although the separation between the Yang world and the underworld is a general trend, they have always pushed for it.

The Halloween dinner at Hogwarts did not disappoint Les. The entire auditorium was decorated with a very atmospheric feel. Thousands of bats were flapping their wings on the walls and ceilings. Thousands of dark clouds were hovering above the dining table. The wind brought pumpkins into the air. The flames of the candles in the lamps flickered, giving the auditorium a somewhat less scary and gloomy atmosphere.

As for the food, it was as good as ever, and Les was desensitized to it.

Just as Les picked up a bowl of sweet coconut milk corn, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the restaurant with a look of horror on his face. He stumbled to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned on the table and gasped: "Troll - in the underground classroom - you should know."

After saying that, he fell to the floor and passed out.

Troll?

Everyone heard it, and the restaurant suddenly became a mess. Professor Dumbledore had to use a spell to make several piercing fireworks explosions before everyone fell silent.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "lead the students from your college to the dormitories immediately."

Well-trained prefects immediately organized the evacuation of students in the college.

Listening to the noisy sounds in his ears, Les raised his eyebrows: Regardless of how the giant monster came in, he smelled a great scent of experience.

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The first update is here, the second update is in the morning, you can see it when you wake up

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