amazing magic

Chapter 72. 71. Halloween Disturbance

Today is Slytherin's carnival.

Of course, this group of little wizards held the aristocratic airs, and the carnival seemed much more reserved.They sat in the auditorium "so expensive", and then slowly commented on where the decorations were not done well, occasionally mixed with admiration for the decorations of other teachers...

If it weren't for the loud voice, I'm afraid it really wouldn't be so Versailles.

But now...

Just looking at the unconvinced expressions of the Gryffindors next to them, you know that showing off is really a good show.

As the prefect, Jem Holrance had arranged everything in place at this moment, and then slowly walked into the auditorium.

He had obviously heard about the feats of the first-year freshmen in the afternoon. At this moment, he looked around at the Slytherin square table, the white tablecloth trimmed with golden-green lace, the patterns delicately traced with gold powder on the dishes, and the arched floor-to-ceiling windows with perfect folds and a deep sense of fall. Dark silver-green tent...

As well as the pumpkin decorations on the table, bats, birds, and candle flames in the pumpkin's stomach are often in the shape of snakes.

His blue eyes stared at Lin An, and then he said sincerely: "It's a great loss for Slytherin not to choose you as a prefect."

Lin An subconsciously looked at the silent prefect sitting beside him—his name was Hob Lawrence, and he was like a silent porter in Slytherin, moving wherever he needed.

Hearing this now, not only was he not unhappy, but he also nodded repeatedly.

However, Jem Hollens is worthy of being Jem Hollens, I saw his blue sea eyes staring at Hobb, who was just in the second grade, and then said in a more gentle and respectful tone: "Your My heart is even more admirable.”

"I'm glad you are the captain of the first grade."

Good guy!
This bowl of water is flat enough!
Lin An admired in his heart, thinking that it is not unreasonable for Slytherin to often gather a large number of people to do things together.

As far as this thoughtfulness and language arts are concerned, which Gryffindor student can do it?

One must know that Ron, who is his own brother, still despises Percy as an official fan!

The atmosphere of their entire academy has nothing to do with politics.

It was rare for Draco to be quiet tonight, and he really put in a lot of effort in the afternoon's decorations. This snow-white tablecloth that imitates sheepskin texture and has a particularly good drape made Lin An very satisfied. Change little by little——

For a first-year freshman, this really cost him a lot of effort.

But fortunately, the results finally came out, and even Draco himself was deeply impressed by his own aesthetics.

——Although the magic of the tablecloth might fade after the dinner, it was enough to make him proud.

……

Halloween is indeed a grand festival, the whole auditorium is lively and noisy.

Lin An only had time to say hello to Harry from a distance, and soon saw the little savior being led by Ron and surrounded by the students.

And he glanced at the Gryffindor table, always feeling that something was not quite right.

And... on Halloween... is there anything else going on?
I'm really sorry, after all, the two lives are too long apart, and the original book was even read when she was a student.

Now that I think about how detailed the content is...it really can only be based on fate and a flash of inspiration.

Until Draco picked up a potato with the skin on.

Yes, they don't peel the potatoes when they boil them, although it's just a thin layer--

And just when the young master frowned, and dissatisfaction was brewing in his gray-blue eyes, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open heavily!
Professor Quirrell ran in.

With his big scarf on his head, his face was full of horror, he staggered to Dumbledore's side, and then fell on the table:
"The troll—in the dungeon—thought you should know."

　Late but here! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)