Chapter 64 The Banquet of the Halloween Chapter
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 64 The Halloween Banquet
McGuffin dodged and pretended to be okay, avoiding the people around him.
He always felt that the little witches passing by were pointing at him.
It's no wonder, after all, I spent the whole afternoon in the corridor in front of the women's bathroom.
The smell of roasted pumpkins in the corridor became stronger and stronger, and fewer and fewer people passed by.
The banquet has begun.
He seemed to smell the aroma of food, and the delicious food in front of his eyes was floating and circling above his head... round and round, round and round.
——I didn't eat at noon... I was so dizzy.
"No, no, the important thing now is that the troll will come up in a while."
The MacGuffin didn't want to go head-to-head with the troll.
"Hermione! The banquet has begun!"
McGuffin was very anxious, but he couldn't tell what he knew, otherwise he would be considered a lunatic.
I saw a sound coming from inside - "Hmm!"
There was no answer.
"What the hell does that mean?" McGuffin was driven mad.
……
During the banquet, Halloween decorations with strange shapes and strange lights were everywhere.
The ceiling of the auditorium was covered by clusters of low dark clouds, they were hovering and flying, and below were a thousand pumpkin lanterns floating up and down, the flames of candles in their stomachs flickered one after another, and a thousand bats fluttered among the dark clouds and pumpkin lanterns on the walls and ceiling.
The first-year wizards who celebrated the festival at Hogwarts for the first time couldn't take their eyes off it.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the upper middle of the rostrum - the head of some kind of colossal creature.
He couldn't help but marvel.
The monster's head was weathered into a mummy, with shriveled skin crumpled on the skull, dagger-sized fangs lined up on both sides, empty eye sockets looking down at the people in front of it, and sharp and thick horns spiraling upwards.
"Wow! That's..." Ron marveled.
"That's right! That's a dragon!"
"Really beheading a dragon!" said George's and Fred's voices behind Harry's.
"Is that true...?" Turning around, Harry almost bit off his tongue in surprise.
"Wow!" Ron also saw the twin brother's outfit.
One of the twins was wearing a black cloak, blood-colored eyes, fangs and pale skin.The other simply wore a wolf-head mask, covered in fur, lifelike.
The corners of both mouths were covered with blood-red 'blood'!
It's werewolves and vampires!
The overall attire displayed hideous horror, bloody cruelty.
—Looks like the scariest creative joke this Halloween has been scored by these two guys again.
"Of course it is true. It was specially exchanged by Professor Dumbledore from an ancient temple in XZ, China..." Vampire George lowered his voice, slowly telling a terrifying and depressing story.
"Of course it's not true. It was just made by the professors with magic. It's very likely that it will turn into a rotten log after tonight." Percy walked over with a look of disgust and interrupted their conversation.
"What kind of attire is that?" Percy looked closely at the two of them, frowned and pointed at the bloody marks on their chins, and asked, "Is there real blood at the corners of your mouths?"
"Tomato juice changed!"
"Aren't you a prefect, Percy? What are you doing here, not over there with the other prefects?" Fred asked Percy.
"Have you seen MacGuffin? And Hermione? Someone reported that the two of them skipped the history of magic class." Percy immediately realized his purpose.
Ron and Harry looked at each other and didn't talk to each other. Only then did they remember that Hermione was crying in the bathroom, and Ron felt a little guilty.
At this time, delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, and the aroma of the food filled the restaurant.
Everyone's attention is focused on the delicious food in front of them, and other thoughts are immediately forgotten.
……
On the other side of the long table, the Slytherin students were also enjoying the festive atmosphere and feasting.
Only one person was worried and a bit overwhelmed.
"Which of you saw that Mudblood!" Malfoy turned his head and asked the two followers beside him - Goyle and Crabbe.
"Who?" Goyle mumbled with his mouth full of cream cake, and even sprayed some fine food crumbs onto Malfoy's robes.
"McGuffin Albert!"
Malfoy swept away the food crumbs with the back of his hand in disgust, and said the name of the person.
When Gore and Kral's eyes shifted to a large roasted pork rib, they probably didn't listen carefully at all.
He sighed, gave up persuading the two of them, and waved his hands directly, "Forget it, eat yours! I'll find it myself!"!
This afternoon Malfoy heard that McGuffin Albert had received a copy of "Duel Notes" from Professor Flitwick. It was said that the spell recorded on it had helped Professor Flitwick win the All-British Dueling Championship.
Could it be that the rumors are true, he got this note and couldn't wait to practice the spell on it tonight?
Malfoy was full of worry, and looked suspiciously at the rostrum, where Professor Quirrell's seat was empty.
"Could it be that Quirrell secretly taught magic to that mudblood?"
Still——Malfoy remembered the conversation he heard in Snape's office some time ago.
- The basement corridor!Dumbledore's treasure! ?
Quirrell also knew about it, and McGuffin and he were away at the same time...
Is it?
Draco Malfa, who had an 'elite education' from a pure-blood family, immediately had hundreds of conspiracy theories in his mind.Much of it is MacGuffin's secret to getting treasure to boost his magical prowess.
And he himself was humiliated and played by that mad wizard McGuffin in the duel arena!
Malfoy felt that he couldn't sit still like this, no matter whether the two were tricky or not, he had to know where Quirrell and McGuffin were now?what are you doing?
Making up his mind, he glanced at the professors on the rostrum and the young wizards around him.
Everyone is immersed in the delicious food, no one will pay attention to him.
Looking at Goyle and Crabbe who were lying on the long table and stuffing things into their mouths, Malfoy left the restaurant alone.
He knew where his purpose was - in a certain basement corridor in Hogwarts.
"There must be some secret there?"
Malfoy doesn't know about Quirrell, McGuire and the troll?Forbidden forest?What is the relationship between, and what does Dumbledore's treasure mean?
He must not allow himself to lose to a Mudblood in a duel contest, especially that madman——McGuffin Albert!
Malfoy also knew that all the thoughts in his mind were absurd.
But when he thought of the humiliation that McGuffin had brought to him, he couldn't calm down.
"Absolutely can't lose!"
Ma Dan!After the Halloween troll plot is over, I will never do this kind of forced combination of the original plot and explain the reason again!In particular, the perspective is constantly changing, and the fragments tell the original plot. ——Based on the author's current ability, it is purely thankless, and I feel that the effect is really bad.
(End of this chapter)
McGuffin dodged and pretended to be okay, avoiding the people around him.
He always felt that the little witches passing by were pointing at him.
It's no wonder, after all, I spent the whole afternoon in the corridor in front of the women's bathroom.
The smell of roasted pumpkins in the corridor became stronger and stronger, and fewer and fewer people passed by.
The banquet has begun.
He seemed to smell the aroma of food, and the delicious food in front of his eyes was floating and circling above his head... round and round, round and round.
——I didn't eat at noon... I was so dizzy.
"No, no, the important thing now is that the troll will come up in a while."
The MacGuffin didn't want to go head-to-head with the troll.
"Hermione! The banquet has begun!"
McGuffin was very anxious, but he couldn't tell what he knew, otherwise he would be considered a lunatic.
I saw a sound coming from inside - "Hmm!"
There was no answer.
"What the hell does that mean?" McGuffin was driven mad.
……
During the banquet, Halloween decorations with strange shapes and strange lights were everywhere.
The ceiling of the auditorium was covered by clusters of low dark clouds, they were hovering and flying, and below were a thousand pumpkin lanterns floating up and down, the flames of candles in their stomachs flickered one after another, and a thousand bats fluttered among the dark clouds and pumpkin lanterns on the walls and ceiling.
The first-year wizards who celebrated the festival at Hogwarts for the first time couldn't take their eyes off it.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the upper middle of the rostrum - the head of some kind of colossal creature.
He couldn't help but marvel.
The monster's head was weathered into a mummy, with shriveled skin crumpled on the skull, dagger-sized fangs lined up on both sides, empty eye sockets looking down at the people in front of it, and sharp and thick horns spiraling upwards.
"Wow! That's..." Ron marveled.
"That's right! That's a dragon!"
"Really beheading a dragon!" said George's and Fred's voices behind Harry's.
"Is that true...?" Turning around, Harry almost bit off his tongue in surprise.
"Wow!" Ron also saw the twin brother's outfit.
One of the twins was wearing a black cloak, blood-colored eyes, fangs and pale skin.The other simply wore a wolf-head mask, covered in fur, lifelike.
The corners of both mouths were covered with blood-red 'blood'!
It's werewolves and vampires!
The overall attire displayed hideous horror, bloody cruelty.
—Looks like the scariest creative joke this Halloween has been scored by these two guys again.
"Of course it is true. It was specially exchanged by Professor Dumbledore from an ancient temple in XZ, China..." Vampire George lowered his voice, slowly telling a terrifying and depressing story.
"Of course it's not true. It was just made by the professors with magic. It's very likely that it will turn into a rotten log after tonight." Percy walked over with a look of disgust and interrupted their conversation.
"What kind of attire is that?" Percy looked closely at the two of them, frowned and pointed at the bloody marks on their chins, and asked, "Is there real blood at the corners of your mouths?"
"Tomato juice changed!"
"Aren't you a prefect, Percy? What are you doing here, not over there with the other prefects?" Fred asked Percy.
"Have you seen MacGuffin? And Hermione? Someone reported that the two of them skipped the history of magic class." Percy immediately realized his purpose.
Ron and Harry looked at each other and didn't talk to each other. Only then did they remember that Hermione was crying in the bathroom, and Ron felt a little guilty.
At this time, delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, and the aroma of the food filled the restaurant.
Everyone's attention is focused on the delicious food in front of them, and other thoughts are immediately forgotten.
……
On the other side of the long table, the Slytherin students were also enjoying the festive atmosphere and feasting.
Only one person was worried and a bit overwhelmed.
"Which of you saw that Mudblood!" Malfoy turned his head and asked the two followers beside him - Goyle and Crabbe.
"Who?" Goyle mumbled with his mouth full of cream cake, and even sprayed some fine food crumbs onto Malfoy's robes.
"McGuffin Albert!"
Malfoy swept away the food crumbs with the back of his hand in disgust, and said the name of the person.
When Gore and Kral's eyes shifted to a large roasted pork rib, they probably didn't listen carefully at all.
He sighed, gave up persuading the two of them, and waved his hands directly, "Forget it, eat yours! I'll find it myself!"!
This afternoon Malfoy heard that McGuffin Albert had received a copy of "Duel Notes" from Professor Flitwick. It was said that the spell recorded on it had helped Professor Flitwick win the All-British Dueling Championship.
Could it be that the rumors are true, he got this note and couldn't wait to practice the spell on it tonight?
Malfoy was full of worry, and looked suspiciously at the rostrum, where Professor Quirrell's seat was empty.
"Could it be that Quirrell secretly taught magic to that mudblood?"
Still——Malfoy remembered the conversation he heard in Snape's office some time ago.
- The basement corridor!Dumbledore's treasure! ?
Quirrell also knew about it, and McGuffin and he were away at the same time...
Is it?
Draco Malfa, who had an 'elite education' from a pure-blood family, immediately had hundreds of conspiracy theories in his mind.Much of it is MacGuffin's secret to getting treasure to boost his magical prowess.
And he himself was humiliated and played by that mad wizard McGuffin in the duel arena!
Malfoy felt that he couldn't sit still like this, no matter whether the two were tricky or not, he had to know where Quirrell and McGuffin were now?what are you doing?
Making up his mind, he glanced at the professors on the rostrum and the young wizards around him.
Everyone is immersed in the delicious food, no one will pay attention to him.
Looking at Goyle and Crabbe who were lying on the long table and stuffing things into their mouths, Malfoy left the restaurant alone.
He knew where his purpose was - in a certain basement corridor in Hogwarts.
"There must be some secret there?"
Malfoy doesn't know about Quirrell, McGuire and the troll?Forbidden forest?What is the relationship between, and what does Dumbledore's treasure mean?
He must not allow himself to lose to a Mudblood in a duel contest, especially that madman——McGuffin Albert!
Malfoy also knew that all the thoughts in his mind were absurd.
But when he thought of the humiliation that McGuffin had brought to him, he couldn't calm down.
"Absolutely can't lose!"
Ma Dan!After the Halloween troll plot is over, I will never do this kind of forced combination of the original plot and explain the reason again!In particular, the perspective is constantly changing, and the fragments tell the original plot. ——Based on the author's current ability, it is purely thankless, and I feel that the effect is really bad.
(End of this chapter)
