Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 397: Halloween

Albert opened his eyes suddenly, just now, he had a terrible nightmare, dreaming that he nearly suffocated when he was making out with Hermione Granger.

Well, he admits, this sweet and eerie nightmare is downright absurd.

When Albert opened his eyes and woke up, he realized that the culprit of this nightmare was sleeping beside him. Fat cat Tom's tail, at some point in time, fell on Albert's face, covering his nose.

Sure enough, it was a big mistake to allow Tom to go to bed after a bath.

"It's not an example!" Albert muttered, pushed Tom's tail away, sat up, stretched out his hand to twist the fat cat up, and said seriously, "Go back to your cathouse to sleep."

Tom closed his eyes, opened his mouth, yawned, and went back to sleep.

Winter is here, and this guy is more lazy than himself.

By the way, today seems to be Halloween.

Troll events will occur.

The friendship of the Savior Trio also begins today.

Albert suddenly realized why he had that nightmare.

Sure enough, I still think too much!

The story has only just begun, after all, if the trio's relationship fell apart because of the little butterfly flapping its wings lightly, then it would be troublesome.

Although Albert, as a traveler, has a system, knows the plot, and can control many things, it does not mean that he is willing to mix in and be the vanguard against Voldemort. Nothing bad.

So, Harry Shield Potter is still important.

There is nothing wrong with the original plot, and Hermione and Ron, as members of the Savior Trio, are naturally indispensable, at least not without Hermione, without her to provide intellectual support , Harry Potter's courage may really turn into recklessness.

"What's the matter with you?"

George was awakened by Albert's actions, yawned and asked.

"Nothing," Albert said casually. "Had a nightmare."

"You also have nightmares?" Fred joked, getting up from the bed and laughing.

"What are you arguing about in the early morning?" Lee Jordan covered his yawns several times, rolled over, and was about to go back to sleep, but was hit in the head by Fred's pillow and sat up angrily. glared at Fred.

Fred turned his face away, raised his finger and pointed in Albert's direction.

"Bastard, am I so easy to deceive?" The two started arguing, and the pillows flew all over for a while.

"Be careful of catching a cold." Albert muttered. He got dressed, walked to the window and looked out. The glass was covered with a hazy mist. He pushed open the window and let the cold wind in. It was already snowing outside.

Several people in the room who were making noise all shivered, and a pillow flew over and hit Albert's back.

"Asshole, close the window."

After a while, everyone got up and got dressed.

“What are you going to take as the prize for the second Wizarding Card Competition this year?” Lee Jordan asked with a smile.

"Ten Galleons, or..." Albert thought for a while and replied, "How about an exquisite newsletter bookmark?"

"Nothing new." Fred was putting on his socks. "How about a nice pair of wizard cards?"

"If it is made by you, I have no problem." Albert looked at Fred and said with a smile.

"I hope tonight's performance will be more interesting." Fred immediately changed the subject, drawing laughter from several of his companions.

Tom was woken up by the laughter, looked at some crazy **** shoveling officers in the room with inexplicable eyes, took a glance, and began to rub the back of Albert's hand begging for food.

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, you're turning into a pig." Albert complained, poking Tom's head with his fingers.

Not long after, several people entered the hall together, and the air was filled with the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin.

Early in the morning, they have pumpkin pancakes and honey-roasted pumpkin to eat.

It's amazing.

However, the good mood of the four did not last long, and Wood brought a letter in which he told everyone that Mario, Danny, and Jack might not be able to perform at Hogwarts.

Danny and Jack are still in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries after being hit with a curse after a little run-in with several wizards at a show a few days ago.

What a bad news.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I always feel that this year's Halloween banquet will not go well." Albert muttered softly while eating a roasted pumpkin with honey.

"It's over!" Fred reached out to cover his face.

"It's over." George followed, covering his face.

"It's over." Li Jordan also covered his face.

The action of the three amused everyone.

"Enough is enough for you." Albert said speechlessly.

"Don't worry, even if there is no circus performance, there is still a performance by the Headless Hunters." When Nick, who was almost headless, passed by, he heard a few people talking and comforted him.

"Headless Hunters, what is that?" George asked curiously.

"Ghosts, ghost groups with separate heads and bodies," Nick said. "I'm considering whether to apply to join the Hunters."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it," said Albert. Of course, he didn't actually care what the Headless Hunter was. In Albert's limited brain memory, he had no impression of this thing.

Well, in Harry's second year, there was a ghost party, maybe...

I don't remember, I guess it's not a big deal.

For the rest of the time, everyone was talking about the Headless Hunters show, the ghost show, which they really never met. Amid the discussion, they went to the potions classroom.

Potions class wasn't very pleasant, and Snape, as always, enjoyed the trouble of going to Gryffindor students. Especially when Slytherin is in class with Gryffindor.

However, Snape basically won't bother Albert anymore, after all, it's hard to make excuses, but Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were out of luck and were called up to answer questions, deliberately letting them It's not a once or twice thing to make a fool of yourself.

The three of them have also developed a thick skin now, and they simply admit that they can't, let Professor Snape say a few words, and deduct a few points from Gryffindor.

Amid the laughter of the Slytherin students, Fred squinted dangerously, as if contemplating what to do with them.

After class, the three of them scolded the old bat as usual.

"Uh, don't be angry, I tell you, that one may encounter some bad luck today."

"What bad luck."

"He may see blood." Albert raised his eyebrows, "Blood disaster."

"That's awesome."

"If I were you, I wouldn't pretend that I could divination and say something bluffing." Snape appeared behind them at some point, and a cold voice sounded in their ears.

"Good morning Professor." Albert said with a smile.

"Gryffindor deducts ten points. It's not a good habit to criticize others behind their backs, Weasley." Snape glanced at Fred and George, his eyes fell on Albert again, and then quickly Step away.

"When did he come here?" Lee Jordan asked suddenly, like an old bat, walking without making a sound.

"Just now." Albert said suddenly.

"Then why didn't you remind me." Fred couldn't help complaining.

"I want him to hear that he's going to be unlucky." Albert said happily, narrowing his eyes. He vaguely remembered that Snape had been bitten by a dog, probably today.

Hearing Albert said that Snape would be unlucky today, the bad mood of the three of them was instantly swept away, and they all wished the old bat more unlucky in their hearts.

The afternoon Defence Against the Dark Arts class was canceled early due to the Halloween party. As a result, several people had enough time to go to the library to complete their homework in Potions class today.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan didn't want to go to the library to do their homework right away, but in the end they compromised with Albert and followed him to the library in order to make it easier to complete their homework.

"What's wrong with your relationship with her?" Lee Jordan looked at Katrina and asked Albert in a low voice.

The Ravenclaw genius used to sit down and do homework with Albert. However, since the last trip to Hogsmeade, there seems to be something wrong with the relationship between the two.

"Nothing." Albert shrugged and continued to consult Fig's paper.

It was 5:30 pm when several people left the library, and Fred and George were surprised to find that they could stick to their homework for hours.

As for the hapless Lee Jordan, Mrs. Pince used a feather duster to drive him out of the library because he ate Bibi Duo Beans in the library.

"You guys must be doing it on purpose!" When Lee Jordan took over their hot homework from Fred and George, the two suddenly realized the problem. How could Lee Jordan do something stupid like that?

Then there is only one possibility for the truth.

"Oops, don't talk nonsense, I'm just unlucky." Lee Jordan happily tucked two pieces of parchment into his bag and argued with a smile.

"I misread you."

"I didn't expect you to be such a person."

"Return our homework."

"Ahem, what are you doing?" Lee Jordan tried to distract Fred and George, looking sideways at Albert who was staring at the Marauder's map.

"Nothing." Albert put away the Marauder's map.

"You don't look like nothing." George raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be distracted by that **** Lee Jordan," Fred reminded.

"Come on, go to the lobby." Albert obviously didn't want to talk about the subject.

Miss Hermione Granger is still in the Gryffindor common room, and he is not sure if the next thing will develop according to the plot, although history has a certain inevitability, but Albert Don't dare to judge.

Of course, just now, Albert has decided that if these things don't happen according to the plot, he will let them happen.

After all, that's a very simple matter.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Albert, Fred, George and Lee Jordan walked through the foyer together and flocked to the auditorium with other students.

Above everyone's heads, thousands of bats circled around the jack-o-lantern above the dining table, like low clouds.

After Dumbledore said a few brief words, the banquet began. Those delicacies suddenly appeared on golden plates, just like the previous banquets, except that there will be a few more delicate pumpkin dishes at the Halloween dinner.

After the dinner began, the ghosts of Hogwarts emerged from under the table and lined up across the long table, causing the candles in the pumpkin belly on the table to flicker blue.

After the ghosts appeared, the Headless Hunters rode ghost warhorses into the auditorium from all directions, and the sound of glass breaking was drowned out by the neighing of the warhorses and the strange cries of the ghosts.

A group of headless horsemen tossed their heads like **** and ran over the students' heads, dazzling everyone.

"Aren't you feeling dizzy?" Fred asked, looking at the skeleton head on the table.

"No."

As soon as he finished speaking, a headless knight ran across the table, picked up his head, and left with the other headless knights.

"That scene just now was really scary!" Shanna couldn't help muttering.

No way, the head just fell on the plate of food in front of Shanna, making her afraid to touch the plate of food now.

"Don't worry, the ghosts pass through the food and won't affect them," Nick reassured.

"What was that just now?" George asked.

"Horseback, doesn't it look very interesting, I hope I can join the Headless Hunters next year." Nick floated past them, looking expectantly.

"Nick definitely can't join the Headless Hunters, after all, his head is still on his head," Albert said to Lee Jordan beside him after Nick left.

"If Nick knew that because of one of your words, he couldn't join the Headless Hunters, he would definitely haunt you in anger." Lee Jordan mourned for Nick for a few seconds in his heart.

As Albert quickly wiped out the food on the plate, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the dining room with a look of horror on his face.

"What do you think happened."

"There must be something wrong."

Albert put a sliced ​​steak into his mouth and said casually.

"That mouth of your guy is so annoying." Fred stared straight at Professor Quirrell, wondering what was going on.

In fact, everyone is staring at Professor Quirrell.

They vaguely heard "trolls" or something, and then saw Professor Quirrell slumped on the floor and passed out.

The restaurant suddenly became a mess, everyone stood up, their faces were full of confusion and anxiety, only Albert was still sitting on the table eating his steak~IndoMTL.com~ There seems to be a troll After breaking into the castle, how can you still feel at ease where to eat. Shanna looked at Albert speechlessly.

"What are you afraid of, with the principal and professors around, there is nothing to be afraid of even if a group of monsters comes." Albert swallowed a small piece of steak and said calmly.

Sanna was speechless, but Albert sounded like it made sense.

Suddenly, there was a piercing explosion of fireworks in the hall, and everyone turned their heads to look at Dumbledore, and became quiet again.

Dumbledore asked the prefect to lead the students back to their respective common rooms.

Everyone swarmed towards the entrance of the hall, where they huddled together.

"Are they going to watch the trolls?" Albert muttered. "That stuff is so stinky that it might make you spit out what you just ate."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan looked at each other and sat down again to eat and discuss how the troll broke into the castle.

As they have killed trolls, they are not worried about meeting those stupid guys again, so the four of them are very calm now.

However, despite seeing trolls in the Forbidden Forest, they are equally curious about how the stupid and mindless ones broke into Hogwarts Castle.

"Perhaps Peeves put the troll in to add some fun to Halloween."

"Everyone is gone, what are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall looked at the four or four who were still sitting there eating and chatting, frowning and said, "Go back to the Gryffindor common room quickly. ."

"Okay professor, I'll leave after I finish this steak." Albert said calmly.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all covered their mouths with their hands, fighting to keep themselves from laughing.