Chapter 43 The Eve of Halloween
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
hall.
The holiday dinner is always the most anticipated moment at Hogwarts, even on spooky Halloween.
To cater to the festival, the auditorium was carefully decorated:
Professor McGonagall used transfiguration to extend many skeletons and ghosts on the wall;
Professor Flitwick released thousands of live bats, which flew along the walls and ceiling of the auditorium;
Hagrid "planted" a batch of giant pumpkins, which were hollowed out and made into pumpkin lanterns.
If it weren't for the huge candles inside, there might be many young couples willing to hide in and have a pumpkin date;
Tver also cast a small spell, causing many strange ghosts to float above the auditorium.
But unlike the ghosts in the castle, they are more like bedsheet ghosts in Muggle movies and TV shows, and the expressions on their faces are also extremely exaggerated.
It's more cute and funny than scary.
"These little ghosts contain the rewards I give you. They shine like a light ball game. If you hit them, they will drop candies!"
As soon as he finished speaking, colorful lights flew out from the long table and shot toward the ceiling.
But a second later, the little wizards regretted it.
After the kid was crushed, the candies fell down like rain and hit their heads.
The little wizards immediately ran away with their schoolbags on their heads, like cute mice being stared at by cats, trembling.
Except for Quirrell, the professors were all sitting on the faculty benches, looking at the flustered students with schadenfreude and making wicked laughter.
After a while, the little ghosts were all crushed and the candies stopped falling.
"Haha," Dumbledore stood up and couldn't help laughing. "Thank you very much, Professor Welfare, for bringing us a little game before the dinner. Now, the dinner begins!"
Ron, who was bending down to pick up candies, realized that the long table that was originally sprinkled with candies was instantly filled with all kinds of delicacies, which was as sumptuous as the back-to-school dinner.
Harry picked up a few candies and stopped picking them up. Instead, he sat there and tasted them.
"This candy is actually soft, a bit like a marshmallow."
Ron stuffed his arms full of candies into his schoolbag and patted them with a satisfied expression.
"I'd better keep it. This may be the only time I get the award from Professor Welfare."
As soon as these words came out, the hands of the surrounding students suddenly stopped peeling off the candy wrappers, especially the senior students. They stuffed every candy they could see into their bags, and many arguments broke out.
In their minds, this is candy specially prepared for him/her by Professor Welfare!
"Compared to candy, I would rather have a little ghost like that. It's so cute~"
A Slytherin sister holds two candies tightly, which is her reward for crushing the cute kid.
With all the sweets gone, the students turned their attention back to the dinner dishes.
"Now that annoying Granger not only won't have the dinner, he won't even have any candy." Ron said gloatingly.
Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, frowned dissatisfied.
"Don't say that about Hermione, she's still hiding in the girls' bathroom crying!"
Ron scratched his head in confusion, "Crying? Why are you crying?"
"It's not because of you who say bad things about her behind her back all day long. She's usually not very happy in the dormitory."
"But with that mouth of hers, it's hard not to be annoying."
"Well," Lavender was speechless for a moment, "She is also doing it for our own good, but she is a little more direct when speaking."
"What do you call that-"
"Oh!"
The door of the auditorium suddenly opened, making a loud noise that could shake the ceiling. Quirrell rushed forward with his head down, and the scarf on his head was crooked, almost exposing the back of his head.
He ran up to Dumbledore, adjusted his hat and said in horror: "There is a troll in the basement - I... I think I should tell you."
After saying that, he turned his head and gave Tver a look before fainting.
The auditorium suddenly became chaotic. Harry and Ron looked at each other. Before they could speak, someone said what they were thinking.
"Hermione is in the girls' bathroom in the basement, what should she do?!" Lavender scratched her face in horror, leaving several red marks on it.
Ron and Harry didn't laugh at her, as they were both just as horrified as she was!
"Professor! Ask the professor for help!" Harry immediately thought of an idea, "Professor Welfare is so powerful, he will definitely be able to deal with the troll and rescue Hermione!"
Ron immediately agreed, and Harry and he squeezed through the panicked crowd to the staff bench, and found Twil, who was looking at Quirrell.
Harry took a breath and said urgently: "Professor Welfare, Hermione, Hermione is still in the basement!"
"You must save her, otherwise she will die!"
"Don't worry, Hermione will be fine."
Turville came to Dumbledore, who was about to maintain order, and whispered to him: "Headmaster, I want to take the students to the basement and teach them a lesson with trolls."
Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, "It's easy to deal with trolls, but can you guarantee the safety of students?"
Of course, Defense Against the Dark Arts also teaches students how to defend against dangerous creatures, but he has never heard of using trolls as teaching aids.
"The students will never be harmed at all. On the contrary, the students may not be able to encounter such a huge opponent for seven years."
After thinking for a while, Dumbledore asked again: "In this case, do you want to take care of the senior students?"
Tver gestured to Quirrell who was still lying on the ground.
"Forget it, isn't Professor Quirrell over there in charge of the senior students?"
Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Okay, I'll let Percy take the students below third grade to the basement."
Tver then left with satisfaction. He wanted to go over and make preparations to at least make the troll obedient.
After walking out of the auditorium, Tver strode towards the basement.
It was still as eerie and cold as when he came to Hogwarts.
So he arranged some torches along the way to light up the corridors and stairs leading to the basement, dispelling the bone-gnawing coldness.
As soon as he finished arranging all this, he heard a scream of fear.
The troll is here!
Following the sound, he came to a girls' toilet, but the door of the toilet had been destroyed, and the sound of the mantra inside came out without any hindrance.
Looking inside, a huge man stood at the door of the toilet, holding an equally huge wooden stick in his hand.
Its body was twelve feet tall, and its skin was as gray as granite, but equally solid.
But in comparison, its head is as small as a braised bean and looks very uncoordinated.
And its flat, thick, calloused feet seemed to be pressed down by something invisible. It was very difficult to lift them up and take a step forward.
Hermione, on the other hand, was squatting in a corner, holding her wand tightly in both hands, continuously releasing magic power at the troll.
I don't know if it's because of fear or excessive consumption of magic power, but his determined little face is pale, and drops of sweat are constantly flowing from his forehead.
The holiday dinner is always the most anticipated moment at Hogwarts, even on spooky Halloween.
To cater to the festival, the auditorium was carefully decorated:
Professor McGonagall used transfiguration to extend many skeletons and ghosts on the wall;
Professor Flitwick released thousands of live bats, which flew along the walls and ceiling of the auditorium;
Hagrid "planted" a batch of giant pumpkins, which were hollowed out and made into pumpkin lanterns.
If it weren't for the huge candles inside, there might be many young couples willing to hide in and have a pumpkin date;
Tver also cast a small spell, causing many strange ghosts to float above the auditorium.
But unlike the ghosts in the castle, they are more like bedsheet ghosts in Muggle movies and TV shows, and the expressions on their faces are also extremely exaggerated.
It's more cute and funny than scary.
"These little ghosts contain the rewards I give you. They shine like a light ball game. If you hit them, they will drop candies!"
As soon as he finished speaking, colorful lights flew out from the long table and shot toward the ceiling.
But a second later, the little wizards regretted it.
After the kid was crushed, the candies fell down like rain and hit their heads.
The little wizards immediately ran away with their schoolbags on their heads, like cute mice being stared at by cats, trembling.
Except for Quirrell, the professors were all sitting on the faculty benches, looking at the flustered students with schadenfreude and making wicked laughter.
After a while, the little ghosts were all crushed and the candies stopped falling.
"Haha," Dumbledore stood up and couldn't help laughing. "Thank you very much, Professor Welfare, for bringing us a little game before the dinner. Now, the dinner begins!"
Ron, who was bending down to pick up candies, realized that the long table that was originally sprinkled with candies was instantly filled with all kinds of delicacies, which was as sumptuous as the back-to-school dinner.
Harry picked up a few candies and stopped picking them up. Instead, he sat there and tasted them.
"This candy is actually soft, a bit like a marshmallow."
Ron stuffed his arms full of candies into his schoolbag and patted them with a satisfied expression.
"I'd better keep it. This may be the only time I get the award from Professor Welfare."
As soon as these words came out, the hands of the surrounding students suddenly stopped peeling off the candy wrappers, especially the senior students. They stuffed every candy they could see into their bags, and many arguments broke out.
In their minds, this is candy specially prepared for him/her by Professor Welfare!
"Compared to candy, I would rather have a little ghost like that. It's so cute~"
A Slytherin sister holds two candies tightly, which is her reward for crushing the cute kid.
With all the sweets gone, the students turned their attention back to the dinner dishes.
"Now that annoying Granger not only won't have the dinner, he won't even have any candy." Ron said gloatingly.
Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, frowned dissatisfied.
"Don't say that about Hermione, she's still hiding in the girls' bathroom crying!"
Ron scratched his head in confusion, "Crying? Why are you crying?"
"It's not because of you who say bad things about her behind her back all day long. She's usually not very happy in the dormitory."
"But with that mouth of hers, it's hard not to be annoying."
"Well," Lavender was speechless for a moment, "She is also doing it for our own good, but she is a little more direct when speaking."
"What do you call that-"
"Oh!"
The door of the auditorium suddenly opened, making a loud noise that could shake the ceiling. Quirrell rushed forward with his head down, and the scarf on his head was crooked, almost exposing the back of his head.
He ran up to Dumbledore, adjusted his hat and said in horror: "There is a troll in the basement - I... I think I should tell you."
After saying that, he turned his head and gave Tver a look before fainting.
The auditorium suddenly became chaotic. Harry and Ron looked at each other. Before they could speak, someone said what they were thinking.
"Hermione is in the girls' bathroom in the basement, what should she do?!" Lavender scratched her face in horror, leaving several red marks on it.
Ron and Harry didn't laugh at her, as they were both just as horrified as she was!
"Professor! Ask the professor for help!" Harry immediately thought of an idea, "Professor Welfare is so powerful, he will definitely be able to deal with the troll and rescue Hermione!"
Ron immediately agreed, and Harry and he squeezed through the panicked crowd to the staff bench, and found Twil, who was looking at Quirrell.
Harry took a breath and said urgently: "Professor Welfare, Hermione, Hermione is still in the basement!"
"You must save her, otherwise she will die!"
"Don't worry, Hermione will be fine."
Turville came to Dumbledore, who was about to maintain order, and whispered to him: "Headmaster, I want to take the students to the basement and teach them a lesson with trolls."
Dumbledore turned his head in surprise, "It's easy to deal with trolls, but can you guarantee the safety of students?"
Of course, Defense Against the Dark Arts also teaches students how to defend against dangerous creatures, but he has never heard of using trolls as teaching aids.
"The students will never be harmed at all. On the contrary, the students may not be able to encounter such a huge opponent for seven years."
After thinking for a while, Dumbledore asked again: "In this case, do you want to take care of the senior students?"
Tver gestured to Quirrell who was still lying on the ground.
"Forget it, isn't Professor Quirrell over there in charge of the senior students?"
Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Okay, I'll let Percy take the students below third grade to the basement."
Tver then left with satisfaction. He wanted to go over and make preparations to at least make the troll obedient.
After walking out of the auditorium, Tver strode towards the basement.
It was still as eerie and cold as when he came to Hogwarts.
So he arranged some torches along the way to light up the corridors and stairs leading to the basement, dispelling the bone-gnawing coldness.
As soon as he finished arranging all this, he heard a scream of fear.
The troll is here!
Following the sound, he came to a girls' toilet, but the door of the toilet had been destroyed, and the sound of the mantra inside came out without any hindrance.
Looking inside, a huge man stood at the door of the toilet, holding an equally huge wooden stick in his hand.
Its body was twelve feet tall, and its skin was as gray as granite, but equally solid.
But in comparison, its head is as small as a braised bean and looks very uncoordinated.
And its flat, thick, calloused feet seemed to be pressed down by something invisible. It was very difficult to lift them up and take a step forward.
Hermione, on the other hand, was squatting in a corner, holding her wand tightly in both hands, continuously releasing magic power at the troll.
I don't know if it's because of fear or excessive consumption of magic power, but his determined little face is pale, and drops of sweat are constantly flowing from his forehead.
