[HP] Snake

On the eve of Halloween, the decoration of the hall was the same as in previous years, without any new ideas, but this obviously did not affect the mood of most people. After all, there are so few festivals in the wizarding world that it can be said to have a very long history. Pitiful.

The vast majority of people have dressed themselves up, and all kinds of creatures, noble, elegant, beautiful, cute, vulgar, ugly, or weird, all follow the rhythm of the music, freely dancing.

Even those decorative jack-o-lanterns seem to be alive, wandering freely in the air.

The dinner was as rich and greasy as ever. Many people, mostly dressed up in various animal and plant shapes, I think it should be Gryffindor, gathered around the dining table, gorging themselves wildly, as if those foods would not be eaten as soon as possible. It's like running with long legs.

The appearances of Slytherins are all kinds of beautiful and noble creatures, such as elves, vampires, demons and so on.Some of them have already danced in pairs on the dance floor, and occasionally they go to the side to get a cup of favorite drink for a rest when they are tired, and some of them gather together in a small group, each holding a drink, discussing some relatives among the nobles. There was no topic of nutrition, after all, no Slytherin would be stupid enough to discuss anything important under Dumbledore's nose.

Speaking of Dumbledore, his appearance tonight is quite eye-catching.The whole body is golden red, including the robe, trousers, boots, and even the bow tied on his long snow-white beard, all are golden red.

The weirdest thing was that he tied his snow-white mid-length hair up high, and inserted a few—supposedly belonging to his pet phoenix—golden-red feathers on it.

For this reason, Severus stared at Dumbledore's head most of the time.

Perhaps, the request we made to the werewolf before really pleased him, and Severus dressed up unexpectedly tonight, although he only tied up his hair and pretended to be a noble blood race.

Befitting him, I dressed up as a young blood race, wearing a black robe, black trousers and silver-gray boots similar to his, and tied up my long black hair behind me.

The most special thing is that I applied a special potion on the tip of the sharp canine teeth, the corners of the mouth, and the position of the lower lip.The appearance of this potion looks like Wei Wei's blood that has begun to dry up, but it tastes as refreshing as lemon juice. Its purpose is very simple, just to prevent excessive thirst, but fortunately, it has no side effects. However, Once it touches human skin, it needs to be cleaned with another medicament to completely eliminate it.This is why I use it here.

Draco accidentally dressed up as an angel. His platinum-blond hair was grown to reach the ground with a hair restorer. The pure white angel outfit made him look extraordinarily delicate and beautiful. Of course, if his expression was softer, his face would Not so dark, it would be more perfect.Of course, he was forced to do this look, and Pansy made the lottery.

The one Bryce drew was the little devil. In addition to his standard black and red attire, he also held a delicate and small pure black trident in his hand. With his somewhat cynical expression, he looked quite funny.

Pansy was dressed as a night elf. Her short hair became long and waist-length. The elf's unique tight and thin clothing showed her well-developed figure to the fullest. The expression, coupled with the pointed ears, looks like a real elf.

Perhaps because she had already enjoyed the latest dessert from Honeydukes before, Pansy rarely showed any interest in her favorite lemon pudding on the table, but instead dragged Bryce around the dance floor non-stop.

After a few rounds, Bryce's face turned blue. After all, he, like us, did not enjoy food at noon with peace of mind.

I was wondering if the werewolf who hadn't appeared tonight would burst in like Quirrell in the first grade, when I realized that the werewolf who had arrived late pushed the door in.His face was morbidly pale, and his whole body revealed a tired atmosphere. The clothes on his body hadn't changed at all from the way he looked in the office before.

On the way to the teacher's bench, he glanced at me casually, and then nodded to Dumbledore who had already greeted me.

Afterwards, I found out what he had said to Severus. Although both of them looked normal, I could feel that Severus was clearly in a happy mood.

Of course, as I said, he has no reason to refuse.

Finally, the dinner was over, everyone went to their places, and I followed Severus back to the cellar.

Not long after returning, Dumbledore sent a signal through the Floo network, saying that it was the password portrait at the gate of Gryffindor—the fat lady was attacked, and the murderer was Sirius Black, who asked all the students to unify Congregate in the halls to spend the night while the professors are in charge of searches and patrols.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick closed all the doors in the hall, looking rather serious.

"The professors and I will conduct a thorough search of the castle," Dumbledore said to all the students who had gathered with his loving smile, "for your own safety, I think you may have to I spent the night here. I asked the prefects to stand guard at the entrance of the hall, and the male and female student union presidents stayed in the hall to take charge of the management. If anything happens, report to me immediately, and you can find a ghost to bring me a message."

Dumbledore stopped, and when he was about to leave, he said as if suddenly thinking of it.

"Oh, yes, you're going to need..."

He waved the wand in his hand, and the four long tables that had just been put back to their original positions flew to the edge of the hall again.

With another wave, hundreds of purple sleeping bags appeared on the open ground in the middle.

"sleep well."

Dumbledore said, walked out of the hall, and closed the door behind him.

Suddenly, there was an excited chatter in the hall, mainly from the Gryffindor students who were busy telling others what happened just now.

"Everyone in sleeping bags!" the Weasley head boy yelled. "Hurry up, nobody talk! Lights out in ten minutes!"

"Blake? Oh, what an idiot he is, showing up at Hogwarts blatantly."

Pansy reluctantly chose a sleeping bag that was closer to the corner, and judged rather disdainfully.

"That's right, he made us give up our comfortable beds."

Bryce agreed, slowly nestling into the sleeping bag next to her.

"Yes, we have to put up with this disgusting sleeping bag, oh, Merlin, it's a disgusting color, and it's hard and not comfortable at all."

Frowning tightly, Draco lay down in the sleeping bag on the other side of Pansy, carefully stroking the baby's hair so as not to sweep it on the dirty floor.

People around were whispering, some were complaining like Draco and others, while others were discussing with their companions how Black got into Hogwarts.

Everyone had different ideas. Some conjectures about "apparition" and "make-up" came from a farther place, which attracted the ridicule of some people who knew Hogwarts better. There was a quarrel.

That Percy Weasley kept going back and forth between them, trying to stop the quarrel with his loud voice, but obviously, it didn't work very well.

"Stop arguing, Ron, stop arguing too! This castle is not only protected by walls we can see, it is also enchanted with all kinds of magic to prevent people from outside from sneaking in. Apparition is out of the question at Hogwarts, and I'd like to see what kind of disguise can fool the dementors out there guarding every entrance..."

The raised voice of Hermione Granger from Gryffindor could be heard in the distance. Obviously, among the people who had been arguing before, there was that stupid Weasley.

"Oh, it's her again, Miss Know-it-All from Gryffindor."

Pansy complained bitterly, of course, she turned the volume down so only we could hear.

"Lights out now!" Percy Weasley yelled. "No more noise! ​​Points will be deducted for any more noise! ​​Now, I want everyone to get into their sleeping bags and stop talking!"

All the candles were extinguished at once.

There was a burst of exclamation from all around, and because of Percy Weasley's warning, they had to communicate in a low voice, about the ceiling that was particularly conspicuous in the dark.

The enchanted ceiling looks like the sky outside, filled with beautiful stars.

Pansy liked the beautiful scenery very much, and whispered to Bryce, and even proposed to use the vacation to go to New Zealand to see the most beautiful starry sky in the legend.

Every hour a professor would show up in the hall to see if all was well.

The first to appear was Professor McGonagall, and the second was Severus.

He mainly watched the Slytherin side, and after glaring at a few people who hadn't closed their eyes, and was satisfied that everyone around me had their eyes closed, he came to my side, and I exchanged a silent kiss.

Around three or four in the morning, most of the students were already asleep.At this moment, Dumbledore entered and walked straight to Percy Weasley.

"Any sign of him, Professor?"

asked Percy Weasley in a low voice, a little uneasy.

"No, how is it here?"

Dumbledore's voice sounded very loving, reassuring him well.

"Everything is under control, sir."

"Okay, there's no need to ask them to change places now. I've found temporary guards for the Gryffindor portrait hole, and you can send everyone back tomorrow."

"And what about the Fat Lady, sir?"

"Hiding in the map of Angel County on the third floor, apparently she didn't let Blake in without asking for the password, so he did. She was still in a bad mood, but once she calmed down, I called Fei Wilkey fix her."

Oh, it really is a stupid dog...