The Admiral of Hogwarts

In this busy state, time flew by. It wasn't until Hugo saw pumpkin lanterns with blue flames lit inside them start to float around the castle that he realized he had been at Hogwarts for two whole months, and Halloween was just around the corner.

As the holiday approached, the castle began to fill with a festive atmosphere. The most active of all were the ghosts. Some ghosts began to re-enact the moment of their death, while Peeves the Poltergeist would sneak into every place he could to try and scare anyone who came near him.

For example, Hugo had seen Filch angrily drag Peeves out of the suits of armor lining the corridors more than once, because Peeves would not only jump out and startle people, but also utter many inappropriate words.

On Halloween day, during Charms class, Hugo was the first in the class to successfully cast the Levitation Charm, earning five points for his house. What made him even happier was that Victory told him that the change in this class had earned him some Fate Points.

"Hugo, what have you been doing with those things you've been getting from Neville from Gryffindor in Potions class these past few days?" In the afternoon, in the common room, Hermione asked, clearly puzzled, watching Hugo carefully put away several bottles filled with oddly colored liquids. "They're obviously failed potions."

"I know," Hugo nodded. "But these potions have some unexpected and strange effects. You should know that I've been working with the Weasley twins to develop some joke products. And some of these failures, after some modification, might become interesting joke potions."

"Oh, but you'd better be careful. I think some of those potions can even destroy metal cauldrons." Hermione didn't really approve of her brother mingling with the Weasley twins to research these things, after all, such research often involved danger, and Hugo seemed too young. She was worried about her brother getting hurt in the process.

Watching Hermione stop paying attention to the potions he was holding and start chatting with Veneto beside her, Hugo quietly breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, what he had just said was only part of the reason. The other important reason was that these potions, without revealing those firearms, would be his most important weapons against the troll.

Because he realized during his previous preparations that as a human, it was impossible for him to improve his magic level as quickly as the ship girls. On the other hand, magical items that would allow a first-year student to defeat a troll were simply not something a Muggle-born wizard like Hugo could get his hands on right now.

As a result, after going around in circles, Hugo unexpectedly discovered that Neville's potions were actually the most lethal weapons he could get his hands on at this stage. He figured that liquids that could corrode metal might also have a considerable killing effect on trolls.

Fortunately, because of their friendship from facing the three-headed dog together last time, coupled with Hugo claiming that these failed potions had some effects that could create very good prank effects, Neville didn't suspect anything else, and tried to give Hugo his failed potions after each Potions class.

So by Halloween, which was this morning, Hugo had four or five bottles of failed potions made by Neville. He had secretly tested the effects of these potions and found that they were indeed very lethal.

After returning to the dormitory, Hugo put some of these potions into five or six test tubes, so that even if he had to explain later, he could say it was for research. This was why he didn't bring all the potions with him in bottles, after all, the bottles were too bulky and it would look too suspicious to carry them around like that.

After everything was ready, it was almost time for dinner. Hugo straightened his clothes and walked with his Ravenclaw classmates towards the Great Hall.

"You look a little nervous." Although Hugo disguised it well on the outside, Hermione, as a twin who had grown up with him since childhood, quickly saw the unease in his heart. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," Hugo smiled and said, "It's just that it's my first time spending this kind of holiday in the magical world, so I'm a little curious. Just think, it's Halloween, and the outside world can have so many interesting things even without ghosts, and it must be very interesting to celebrate the festival in a wizarding way in this school with ghosts and magic."

"You have a point," Hermione nodded with a smile. She also recalled the happy times when she and Hugo dressed up as various legendary creatures and played "trick-or-treat" at the neighbors' houses, asking for candy from house to house.

Amidst the laughter, everyone walked into the Great Hall, only to find that the Great Hall was completely different from noon. Various places were decorated with colorful Halloween decorations.

A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and another thousand, like low, dark clouds, swirled above the tables, causing the candlelight inside the pumpkins to flicker.

"Won't these bats get something dirty on the food?" As a young witch from a family of doctors, Hermione naturally loved cleanliness. So she found it a little unacceptable that these little animals, who usually lived in cold and dirty caves, suddenly appeared here.

"Don't worry, Hermione," Unlike at Gryffindor, where she was often ostracized, the Ravenclaw students had a very good impression of Hermione, a little junior who loved to study and worked hard to answer questions and earn points for the house. So, just as she finished asking the question, Marietta, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, took the initiative to answer, "These bats were conjured by Professor McGonagall, they are not those dirty breeds from outside. So you don't have to worry about that at all."

Just as everyone was chatting, Professor Dumbledore stood up and said a few words. Then he directly announced the start of the feast. Delicious dishes suddenly appeared on the golden plates, just like at the opening feast.

Hugo and Veneto looked at each other and then started eating, like everyone else at the table. But if anyone paid attention to them, they would notice that although they were moving a lot, they weren't eating much. After all, there might be some intense exercise later, and eating too much would be inconvenient.

Of course, this inconvenience only applied to Hugo. For the ship girls, this problem simply didn't exist. The reason she didn't eat much was purely to take care of her admiral's feelings.

Sure enough, just as everyone had finished their appetizers, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the restaurant, his large turban askew on his head, his face full of terror. Everyone stared at him, only to see him walk to Professor Dumbledore's chair, lean against the table, gasping for breath, and say, "Troll—in the dungeons—thought you ought to know."

After saying that, he fell headfirst onto the floor and passed out. The restaurant was in chaos. Professor Dumbledore had to set off several ear-splitting firework explosions from the end of his wand to calm everyone down.

"This guy is really going all out," Veneto said to Hugo through the admiral network. "He was conscious when he fell just now, but to be able to fall straight face-first to the ground like that, he's a ruthless person."

Although Professor Quirrell's feigned unconsciousness had deceived many people, it couldn't fool the ship girls with their superior senses.

"Quirrell has no choice, after all, he has to establish a persona of being cowardly and incompetent, and being frightened unconscious by a troll escaping is a very good example of showing his incompetence," Hugo replied. "As for why he landed face-first, don't forget what's on the back of his head."