Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The Hogwarts Auditorium is as bright and lively as ever.

The surrounding walls are decorated with fire bats, and the huge pumpkins that Hagrid grows are carved into lanterns, big enough to accommodate three or four little wizards sitting in them. Dumbledore even specially invited a skeleton dance group to help Halloween. .

The air is filled with the fascinating aroma of steaks, grilled fish, and freshly baked soft bread.

The lights are festooned, the candlelight is shining, and the golden dinner plates on the table look quite festive.

However, the warm magical torch, delicious dishes, collision of cups and saucers and the hard performance of the Skeleton Dance Troupe still cannot conceal the increasingly weird and strange atmosphere in the hall, a kind of repressive silence and confusion.

Both the school faculty and the students attending the dinner seem to be a little uneasy.

Hogwarts' annual Halloween party has been going on for more than half an hour.

However, the long table at Gryffindor Academy was still empty.

At such festive occasions, these golden and red little lions are always the loudest and most excited in the auditorium.

When they were missing in the auditorium, it was as if someone had opened an opening in the auditorium door, and cold wind and silence rushed in frantically. The ghosts who would appear in the auditorium on Halloween in the past did not show up, which made the dinner party deserted again. A bit.

"Is this really good, Dumbledore."

Snape said, his dark eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

"I think this is a very bad group violation that may be imitated. Perhaps we should ask the gentlemen and ladies to return to where they should be, and it is better to warn and punish a little bit—"

"To be honest, Severus," Professor McGonagall said sharply, "I have no idea what is wrong with the Gryffindor students celebrating the ghost of their college residence. Sir Nicholas's death Today, do you want us to force the students to leave Nick’s death party in front of hundreds of ghost guests?!"

"Death party? I think the things the ghosts provide at the party are probably not suitable for living people."

Umbridge said softly with a smile, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his fat face.

"It's a provocation. They are trying to get out of the rules by being maverick--oh, Professor Dumbledore, we should stop this behavior immediately. It is very likely to have a bad effect on the other little guys in the auditorium."

"Sir Nicholas submitted an application for organizing the death party several years ago, and I personally approved it—"

Dumbledore said softly and glanced helplessly at the empty Gryffindor table.

"As for the food for the dinner, Hogwarts Kitchen is the co-organizer of Nick's 500th Death Party. Miss Kaslana provided the dinner ingredients and dishes arrangements a week ago, and these were all submitted to the school board. Because of emotion and reason, we can't question and blame the students, Nick... this is just a free choice between the two venues."

"I mean, the principal. It’s not about gatherings of ghosts. Students need to apply in advance for large-scale gatherings. I carefully studied the new rules you revised last year-and Gryffindor students obviously ignored this. ."

Umbridge's ugly smile became more pronounced, she said.

"If you think that the dinner below is today's branch venue, then there must be a professor there to maintain order. It is quite dangerous to allow so many students to be alone for a long time, away from the professor's sight. Obviously, among us No one received the application in advance. So I personally think that in this case, it is very good to set things right..."

Since several consecutive mass incidents occurred at Hogwarts last school year, one of the school rules has been updated.

Large-scale private dinners and private group activities (including but not limited to multiplayer duels, simulation games) are strictly prohibited-all multiplayer sports and gatherings of more than 50 people must be conducted under the supervision of at least one official faculty member.

"Cough. Oh, sorry—"

At this moment, a slightly tired, gentle voice sounded.

Remus Luping with a sick look, embarrassedly stood up slowly.

"Actually, Weasley told me before, but it happened that I was a little ill at the time, and some were distracted-I had to hurry over-although it was not a formal class, it was still too bad to be late as a professor. Up."

"Cough, cough, cough, don't worry, I will go down and take a look. You continue..."

Umbridge looked very angry. Snape had the same unhappy expression.

"I don't think this is a mature practice, Professor Lupin."

Umbridge snorted coldly, looked at the man without a smile, and said softly.

"I hope you can pay attention to your identity. As a formal professor, you should restrain students' mistakes, not fill in their mistakes. Of course, if this is really your work mistake, then I It will be noted in the observation report submitted to the Ministry. Can you sign and confirm it for me then?"

"No problem. Also, a reminder-teachers are different from officials."

Lupin explained patiently, opened his hands helplessly and said with a smile.

"As professors, more often than not, isn't our duty to help students check for omissions?"

"you--"

Umbridge raised his eyebrows and raised his eyeballs.

Such a half-man and half-beast dared to make her ugly in public again and again.

"Excuse me," Professor Lupin smiled gently, "I have to hurry down to maintain order, oh, yes, do you mind Professor Black coming to help? The ghost party, this is quite rare, and it tests the field control ability. of."

"I'd like to—Speaking of which, Weasley seems to have mentioned something to me, I accidentally forgot—"

Sirius Black laughed, and the chicken leg that was thrown in his hand wiped the oil on the tablecloth.

"Professor Umbridge, when you ask Lupin to sign, remember to copy a copy of the form to me. I am familiar with the processing procedure at the Ministry of Magic. If you want to deduct wages, fines, etc., I will give priority to deductions from my salary. All right."

"It seems that Professor Black did not realize the seriousness of the violation of the rules—"

Umbridge narrowed his eyes and said sweetly.

"I'm very sorry," Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "Since I was imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years, I have thought very thoroughly and clearly. But Professor Umbridge, you are really in awe. Rules, or just use it as a tool to demonstrate strength. This is Hogwarts. There are only two kinds of people who study rules-bad students, and...

His eyes stopped for a moment on Snape's face, and his eyebrows were raised defiantly.

There was an embarrassing silence.

"Let's go."

Lupin pulled Sirius reluctantly.

Since the summer vacation, the relationship between Sirius and Snape has become more subtle.

Compared to the previous enemy-like confrontation, after becoming colleagues, their hostility and confrontation were almost all blessed to the usual cynicism. Lupin had been worried about when these two guys would draw their wands directly in the auditorium.

As for the source of all the changes...

Remus Lupin thought silently while walking towards the underground classroom downstairs.

In the beginning, Lupin thought it was about Harry Potter's education.

But as the semester began, he came into contact with a certain little witch more clearly and closely, especially after learning many details from the population such as Dumbledore, Lupin was extremely rare to shrink back.

There is no doubt that Professor Dumbledore did not fully tell the truth.

If every mixed-blood Veeva was so difficult to deal with, then the world would have belonged to a mixed-blood Veeva.

For a moment, Lupin even doubted that Professor Dumbledore was not working on some dark lord cultivation plan.

Fortunately, from the information so far, this little witch is still in an understandable category.

The chef of the Hogwarts kitchen, the magical genius that is rare in a century, the stronger mixed race... Even if she has the access privileges of the four colleges, she is only a special student after all. What about leaving this castle? Nor is it.

Lupin still intends to fulfill Dumbledore's expectations as much as possible-to do his best to guide and supervise Miss Caslana.

...

at the same time.

In the hall of death party, at the small table belonging to Elena and the others.

Nick, almost headless, floated from the "crowd".

Different from the previous calmness, the number of frowning sighs made by the Sir Sir tonight was almost as many as the previous hundreds of years. He began to regret why he didn't push forward the time of the death party for a year or two.

"The arrangement of ghost dishes is great, right?"

"Oh, great." Nick smiled bitterly.

"The response is pretty good so far," Elena straightened her back proudly. "I dare say that this is definitely a milestone in the history of the ghost world-everyone will remember this day, and I said I would never Let you down!"

"Yeah, yeah... The weeping widow came all the way from Kent and almost started with the **** Barrow-just to fight for a piece of cheese. If it weren't for the ghost would not draw out a wand to fight, I estimate that tonight’s death party can be temporarily changed to the first ghost duel contest..."

Nick, who was almost headless, sighed, and his eyes fell on Myrtle who was talking with Hermione nearby.

In his impression, it is rare to see a crying Myrtle being so cheerful.

Just like the same Pepi ghost who maintains order with naive and resolute reasons, even if his original intention is to be tricky and mischievous, but under his playful assessment games, there is no bad situation of rushing up. .

The ability to transform from reality to reality gives Pepigui the possibility of "destroying" food at any time.

On the other hand, no foreign ghosts can pass through the barriers of the Hogwarts kitchen. Thousands of house elves are not easy to provoke—the house elves’ "law of obedience" does not include obedience. Yu Ling.

"Miss Kaslana, it's almost time for me to talk--I'm thinking about it too."

Nick retracted his gaze, nodded at Elena, and took the initiative to step aside.

As the former "Earl of Isaacs", Nick will not be entangled in this kind of alternative issue for too long-from the moment his identity is called broken, he has completely fallen into this little witch carefully weaving Trap.

The most terrifying and sad thing is that he gave the sharpest weapon by himself.

"I have a chat with Mr. Nick, don't worry about me, just go and play..."

Elena stood up and whispered to the little wings next to her.

In fact, she doesn't need to worry at all, the little witches are now listening to myrtle sharing gossip.

As the youngest, curious, gossip ghost in the entire Hogwarts Castle, the crying Myrtle may not have a legendary life experience, but she is definitely the best narrator in all kinds of gossip and gossip.

"How is your answer?"

Elena, who was rarely overlooked once, curled her lips and walked to Nick.

While speaking softly, she drew out her wand and moved it dexterously around.

The invisible wave of magic enveloped where they were standing, and even the ghosts could not easily enter—under the guidance of Grindelwald, she learned how to attach soul flames to magic protection, which is a very effective trick.

"If Nicole LeMay, Paracelsus, and Dumbledore are all there, then I will join."

Nick, who was almost headless, was silent for a few seconds, and asked softly with some curiosity.

"But I don't understand one thing. Obviously, with so many excellent, knowledgeable and top wizards working with you to promote change, why did you want me to join? In terms of experience and opinions, it is not that more people are better-this It’s my experience."

"The reason is very simple, because you are different from them-they are wizards, scholars with high magic power, nothing more."

Elena shrugged, raised her fingers of course, and said with a smile.

"And you..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the band suddenly stopped playing.

They and everyone in the underground classroom fell silent and looked around excitedly when a hunting horn blew.

"Oh, shit." Nick said painfully, almost headless.

Twelve ghost horses suddenly ran out from the walls of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider.

All those who attended the party applauded warmly;

Elena also slapped her face, but when she saw Nick's face, she hurriedly stopped with interest.

The twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance hall, stopped abruptly, first stood up on their hind legs, and then kicked their heels and dashed. At the front is a big ghost, with a beard-headed head under his arm, blowing the horn.

He jumped off the horse and raised his head high in the air so that he could watch everyone from above (everyone laughed); he strode towards Nick, who was almost headless, and sloppy Throw his head on his neck.

"Nick!" he shouted, "How are you? Is your head still hanging there?"

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