This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The annual Halloween dinner, of course, is full of a wide variety of food.

Europe, America, Asia, almost all the classic food from all over the world.

There are more than a dozen large plates in the pumpkin, each representing a region.

As long as you tap it with your wand, the house elves in the kitchen will deliver the designated dishes.

New school directors, new style, this is much more abundant than in previous years.

Although there is no skeleton dance troupe last year, the teachers and students obviously don't care.

They have been captured by the food, especially Ron, who wants everything.

It was the first time Harry saw him gobble up like this.

Tomahawk steak in the left hand, a large plate of brisket in the right hand, and his mouth was still bulging.

Seeing that Hagrid and Harry were looking at him, Ron swallowed the food in his mouth with big mouthfuls,

"Why don't you move? These things are delicious."

Hagrid grabbed a whole roasted leg of lamb, and Harry followed suit with a Chinese roast goose.

The three looked at each other for a moment, and the big pieces grew bigger.

Almost all teachers and students are like them, but there are always some exceptions.

For example, Trelawney, who only has sherry in her eyes, and the black swans who have no taste for anything.

The Court of Owls has become the well-deserved first club in Hogwarts. The black swans that no one cares about are only supported by dozens of small snakes.

The facade is impressive enough, but it is always deserted inside.

As the president, Draco has never understood a question.

Why!

Why is Wayne, the bastard who always bullies him, more popular than himself, a pure-blood.

"Ka--" When cutting the steak, the plate was cut in half because of too much force.

The warm sauce was sprinkled in the hollowed-out giant pumpkin, and Pansy on the side quickly waved her wand to clean them up.

"Draco?"

"I don't want to eat anymore." Draco threw down his knife and fork.

Pansy held him who wanted to get up and leave, "Eat a little, you didn't eat much at noon today."

Although he was hungry, he was really not in the mood.

As long as he thought that these foods were spent on Vincent's gold galleons, he would feel nauseous for no reason.

Pansy pulled him to sit down, "Draco, how about this, the food did cost Wayne's gold galleons, but the more we eat, the more he spends."

Wow? What she said makes sense.

That's right, turn grief and anger into appetite, and eat Wayne, the bastard, out of money!

After eating a few bites, Draco suddenly felt that something was wrong.

How much can he eat alone? At most, it's about the size of two followers.

"Ding ding ding ding ding——"

Draco yelled to the opposite side: "Crabbe! Goyle! Eat all these for me!"

Is there such a good thing?

Soon, they regretted it.

Although they would feel better, it was unrealistic to eat Vincent out of money.

This happened every day, and all the students did this, it was probably very dangerous.

"Draco, we can't eat anymore--"

"Ding--"

"Shut up! Eat quickly!"

Crabbe and Gower's eyes were wet.

It's certain that these tears were not from being moved.

Halfway through the dinner, the ghosts of the school jumped out from the walls and ceiling.

This is the tradition of the Hogwarts Halloween dinner, and they will bring carefully prepared performances to all teachers and students.

Harry and Ron thought of the unbearable past last year.

"Ron, why do you think we had to wait there? Wouldn't it be better to come down and eat something first?"

"This... because we didn't expect it?"

The cold underground classroom, the food that rotted to the point of growing maggots, and a large group of translucent ghosts...

The Deathly Hallows party was well organized, so don't do it again next time.

The first show was a solo dance performed by the ghost of Ravenclaw College, Ms. Grey.

She was very young and beautiful, and her dance steps full of classical beauty revealed a deep sadness.

Thunderous applause rang out, and the ghost of Hufflepuff College, the Fat Friar, followed.

He is short and fat and very friendly to students. Everyone is looking forward to his show.

"Let me tell you a story." The fat monk floated in the air with a serious expression:

"As we all know, Hogwarts is a magic school with a long history.

In the past thousand years, some supernatural events that cannot be explained by magic are inevitable."

His face gradually darkened, "And the story I want to tell happened in the past two years.

It is said that one night two years ago, a headless knight in silver-white armor appeared in Hogwarts Castle..."

Vincent, who was eating dessert, coughed violently.

The fat monk's expression became more and more solemn, "He was chasing three students at the time, and even jumped on the wall in front of our school's janitor, Argus Filch, and turned over."

"Cough cough cough——" Vincent coughed even more violently.

"This is nothing, do you know what the headless knight did later?"

"I know!" George raised his right hand high.

However, the fat monk did not seem to want him to answer, and just whispered to himself: "He jumped from the fourth floor, right under the noses of three poor frightened students."

"Pfft..." Led by the twins, the friends couldn't help laughing.

The headless knight ran wildly in the middle of the night, and it really became a campus legend of Hogwarts.

Seeing many students gasp, the fat monk smiled smugly.

No matter how beautiful Ms. Grey's solo dance is, it won't be as attractive as the story he told.

We have exceeded our target, so let's say "Superheroes vs. Mysterious Man" next year.

"Thank you everyone." The fat monk left with a mysterious smile.

Does the Halloween performance need applause?

No, the scarier the better.

So, the pale-faced, hollow-eyed ghost of Slytherin College, with silver bloodstains on his robe, came.

The Bloody Baron not only looks particularly scary, but is also the only one in the school who can really subdue Peeves.

He drew out a short sword stained with silver bloodstains, pointed it at his chest amid the exclamations of teachers and students, and slowly pushed the sword in.

Desperate eyes, painful wails.

Even though they knew the ghost couldn't die, no one looked away.

With a "squeak", the Bloody Baron suddenly pulled out the short sword that had been pushed to the bottom.

He knelt down, muttering quietly, sinking into the floor little by little.

As for what he said at the end, I'm afraid only he knows.

Vincent shuddered like everyone else.

Desperate to the point of choosing to commit suicide with a dagger, it's impossible to act without personal experience.

Hermione analyzed in a low voice: "The dagger is bloody, and his last expression is full of regret, he must be confessing to someone."

Suicide for love?

I didn't expect that there are quite a lot of romantic people in Slytherin.

Snape glared back subconsciously.

These little bastards are inexplicable, I'm afraid they are planning to take over his office.

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