The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Starry sky." This is today's password.

"I hope so." The fat woman said sadly.

Before entering the portrait hole, Loren looked back at the sky outside the corridor. It was already night, and with the dark clouds as thick as ink, there was no light at all, let alone stars. It was eerie and strange, which was very suitable for the atmosphere of Halloween.

The common room was very bright, with pumpkin lanterns and magic candles above, the fire in the fireplace underfoot, and the soft armchairs dyed orange.

The banquet has not started yet, and some young wizards are still stranded in the common room, reading books, playing chess, doing homework, and... dating.

The scene that came into view was a bit unbearable. On the armchair in the middle of the room, Lavender and Ron were entangled and biting each other passionately.

Most of the young wizards in the common room were used to this. Since the two announced their relationship on the night of the Quidditch match, such scenes have happened from time to time. The girl named Lavender Brown loved Ron Weasley so much that she regarded every second she couldn't kiss him as a waste of time.

Unfortunately, their friends couldn't face the gazes of the crowd calmly. Just like at this moment, Harry, Ginny, and Parvati hid in the corner. They had wooden expressions, but their eyes were somewhat similar - they were all embarrassed and ashamed of their friends' behavior.

"Hey, Parvati!"

Hermione put one hand on the prefect and pulled Ginny over with the other hand. The three girls gathered together and whispered to each other.

"..."

Loren sat down next to Harry and grabbed a few multi-flavored beans and threw them into his mouth: "I saw it, no, I should ask how long they kissed?"

"What?"

"How long have they kissed?"

"Since we got back from Charms class."

"That's almost two hours?"

"I don't know."

"Tsk... there's passion in the honeymoon period."

Loren looked at Ron who was panting between kisses not far away, his eyes were empty and his expression was a little dazed. He looked back at the last few multi-flavored beans on the table and grabbed them all: "Do you want to stay here and continue watching the romance drama, or go downstairs to the auditorium to watch a horror movie?"

"Ah?" Harry was a little confused.

"Sir Nicholas said there will be a new ghost drama at the Halloween banquet this year."

"The Death of Wizard Sir Porpington has been performed many times."

"This time it's the Death of Witch Myrtle."

"..."

Harry's eyebrows were tightly knitted together. For a moment, he couldn't tell which of the two plays was better, and fell into deep thought.

After some struggle, Harry finally realized that no matter whose death it was, it was better than staying in the lounge and watching people kissing.

While waiting for Hermione to expose the bathroom love potion conspiracy, the prefect Parvati immediately set out to maintain the school rules and regulations. The other four went downstairs together, and while Ron was sucked into a trance again...

...

Ben Nevis Mountains.

For the giant tribe living in high altitude areas, winter has come, and survival has become a difficult matter.

The giants' memory is not good, but the feeling of hunger is unforgettable, and the memories of winter in previous years are also profound.

The lake is frozen, the ice is cold and hard, and it takes a long time to lift a stone and chisel to see the flowing water. The fish caught cannot make up for the consumption of breaking the ice. The wild boars and bears in the mountains and forests are also hidden, shrinking in hard-to-find nests, and often have to run a long way to catch two or three prey.

Most of the prey, like them, come out to look for food only when they can no longer stay in their dens. They are so hungry that they are skinny and have little fat on their bodies.

Some giants die every winter, which is normal.

"Frozen meat and fish total 17,000 pounds..."

"Potatoes total 30,000 pounds..."

"Wheat..."

Giant Gale held a slender branch and wrote and drew on the snow. After a long time, he looked up and nodded to the expectant eyes of the female giant Mir, "Collect all the existing food in the tribe, centralize management, and distribute it as needed. Although it cannot fill everyone's stomach, it will definitely survive this winter."

Mir's huge eyes turned red and moist, and she smiled and murmured softly: "Everyone can survive this winter... That's good... No giant will starve to death..."

Hearing his sister's murmur, Or, who was leaning on the boulder, couldn't help but smile: "I have been hunting day and night throughout the fall, and it's not in vain."

"We must pay attention to management!" Mir wiped his eyes and took a deep breath, "Distribute it at a fixed time and quantity every day. We can't give them all the winter food like last year!"

Last winter, they also made food reserves. The share was not very sufficient, but with Or organizing people to hunt and search everywhere, the tribe could survive the winter. But they made a mistake, a serious one.

They distributed the food quota for the entire winter to the giants, but some of them ate up four months' worth of food in just one month, and had to endure the rest of the days.

One night a month and a half later, while Orr was not in the camp, the hungry giants began to attack other members of the tribe...

Miel didn't want to recall what happened that night. She only remembered that the moon was very round and the snow was stained red with blood.

"I'll leave the brainwork to you!" Orr turned his head away embarrassedly, "Count it twice more, and calculate it carefully..."

"Hmm..."

Gail, the smartest of the three siblings, had a cold light in his eyes.

The food stored in the cave and the frozen meat buried in the snow were not enough for the entire tribe. Mir simply wanted all the giants to live to see the sun next spring, and Orr did not object, but Gale did not agree with this plan.

Rather than letting all the giants starve to survive the winter, it is better to save some food to feed them...

Those old and weak giants are not worth wasting food. Their spines are bent, the muscles on their legs are shriveled, and their internal organs cannot drive their bodies to work.

Even if they survive until next spring, they are not of much use, so they should be abandoned in time.

Gale opened his mouth and tried to persuade the two of them, but seeing Mir's red eyes, he said nothing.

"..."

A few minutes later, Orr's loud roar echoed throughout the depression, and the sound caused an avalanche, shaking the snow on the mountain peaks like a wave. The giants who heard the sound came out of the warm cave and walked towards the fire in the center of the depression with steps that shook the earth.

Except for a small number of young giants who had attended school, most of the adult giants actually could not understand that it was the leader's call to assemble. They simply knew that food would be distributed there, including salted bacon, roasted potatoes, and hot snow water.

They couldn't even pronounce the names of the three leaders. Or, Gale, and Mir were too difficult to pronounce, so they were used to reading them together and calling them--

Ymir!