Chapter 225 Peaceful Halloween Dinner
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
So ended the first Hogsmeade week.
On the way back, Neville and Soul walked together again, behind Hannah and Hermione. This scene seemed very familiar.
The difference was that the two of them were holding several gift bags containing various candies purchased from Hogsmeade.
Oh, and Ron, who finally joined them after disappearing for a whole day.
"What did you do? Hermione looks like she's in a bad mood?" Neville asked quietly.
"Did you see it?" Soul was a little surprised by Neville's sensitivity to emotions. Hermione had been laughing and chatting with Hannah on the surface, "It doesn't matter. Girls of this age are always a little sentimental."
"However, I didn't expect that you actually succeeded in inviting Hannah to Mrs. Puddieff's teahouse. That's amazing." Soul gave Neville a thumbs up.
"I didn't expect Hannah to agree." Neville smiled and scratched his head, "I just tried to ask her if she wanted to come in and have something to drink to warm up."
"Your grandma will be proud of you if she finds out." Soul nodded and patted Neville's arm. "There's a first time and there's a second time."
"What's the first time, what's the second time, what are you talking about?" Ron came over holding a candy bag, "Would you like to try the new jelly beans? Candy Duke's new product, I bought a big bag Take it back to Harry."
"No, Ron, I've been to Candy Duke." Suer glanced at Ron, who looked confused, "Do you need me to get some for you?"
"That's great. George and Fred also threw their things to me, and then ran away to who knows where." Ron muttered and handed several bags to Soul.
"You're welcome, is Banban still here?" Suer asked casually as he took the bag.
"Of course." Ron twisted his waist, put the things on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sleep well in your pocket. By the way, did you go to the Shrieking Shack? I went exploring there with Seamus and the others just now."
"The Three Broomsticks, a hot butterbeer after an adventure is wonderful, but I think I saw a troll there, and Lady Rosmerta was really pretty."
"Hogsmeade was so fun. We also went to the post office and there were two hundred owls squatting on the shelves."
Ron talked a lot, and Su Er listened patiently, and from time to time he would say something like "It's so great? It's a pity that I haven't been there. I will definitely go and see it next time."
Qualified praise made Ron's conversation even more intense.
Finally, when the gate of Hogwarts was in sight, he finally stopped and asked back.
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you in many places."
"Us?" Soul and Neville looked at each other, "Hermione and I stayed at Madam Puddieff all afternoon, and Neville and Hannah were also there."
Ron: ....Ah, why do I feel like I'm a clown?
……
A large group of third grade wizards and above used their muddy shoes to leave dark footprints one after another in the clean and spacious entrance hall.
They completely ignored poor old Filch on one side and went back to the castle to prepare themselves while talking and laughing without any scruples.
Filch was standing at the door holding a big mop, with a gloomy expression and looking extremely irritable. When he glanced at the slate that was so blurry that the original color could not be seen, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
When Soul changed into a wizard robe and came out to prepare for the banquet, old Filch was still dragging the mop hard at the mud that could not be cleaned.
Of course, how is it possible to use Muggle methods to deal with sludge that has been added by wizards?
Su Er just saw a redhead throwing a black ball on the ground in the crowd, but he didn't know whether it was George or Fred.
"Need help, Mr. Filch?"
"No need." Filch said hoarsely, looked up at Suer, and continued to swing the mop vigorously with his head down.
Sur looked at the area where Filch had dragged so hard and it was still a mess, and he sighed.
"That's no use, Mr. Filch, it's probably a prank product from Zuko's joke shop."
It's not Our Lady of Sur. Although Filch is usually not a pleasant person, today is the Halloween dinner. If old Filch still works so hard and doesn't think of other ways, he may not even be able to eat a hot meal later. .
Filch paused in mopping the floor. He didn't know what he thought of, but his face became extremely gloomy.
He probably guessed who did it. In this castle, the only ones who would do such a thing were his lifelong enemies - the Weasley brothers.
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Bones," said Filch gloomily.
"You're welcome, Mr. Filch." Soul took out his wand and shook it, "Clean it up."
The dark stains on the slate disappeared under the influence of magic. Along with this, Suer swept away the stains with a whirlwind, and the foyer quickly became bright and discernible.
As for other places in the castle, such as the only way to the lounges of various colleges, guess what the kitchen elf does besides cooking three meals?
The reason why Filch was mopping the floor was probably because he loved this castle so deeply.
"Suer, come here quickly, the banquet is about to begin." Justin waved to Suer at the door.
"coming."
Soul put away his wand and hurriedly walked towards his roommate.
"Today's banquet is very different." Moen said mysteriously, "It's completely different."
Just as Moen said, there was a "gusty wind" standing out in the auditorium today, but this dark wind actually felt warm on the face.
There were all kinds of pumpkins floating in the sky above the auditorium. The candles in the pumpkin's mouth seemed to have cast magic, and the flames they ignited were blue. In addition, there were thousands of bats transformed by the transformation spell. Circle and fly.
"Wow, cool!" Justin exclaimed.
To the house elves outside, the Hogwarts kitchen is equivalent to China's culinary empire, New Oriental. The food they produce is by no means the dark cuisine they learned about from various channels.
Rich colors and wonderful taste are the most basic.
The end of the dinner was a show performed by the ghosts. They had obviously been preparing for this for a long time. Sir Mimsy of Gryffindor performed a vivid drama for everyone - the guillotine, which was actually the scene before his death. Repeated it again.
The fat monk of Hufflepuff performed a poetry recitation--well, although the content was a bit scary, everyone still applauded in a dignified manner, mainly because the fat monk had a great connection with wizards in the castle.
Professor Dumbledore was holding a cup and telling Professor McGonagall a joke. Everyone was very happy. Since the beginning of school, the haze caused by the Dementors seemed to have dissipated on this day.
On the way back, Neville and Soul walked together again, behind Hannah and Hermione. This scene seemed very familiar.
The difference was that the two of them were holding several gift bags containing various candies purchased from Hogsmeade.
Oh, and Ron, who finally joined them after disappearing for a whole day.
"What did you do? Hermione looks like she's in a bad mood?" Neville asked quietly.
"Did you see it?" Soul was a little surprised by Neville's sensitivity to emotions. Hermione had been laughing and chatting with Hannah on the surface, "It doesn't matter. Girls of this age are always a little sentimental."
"However, I didn't expect that you actually succeeded in inviting Hannah to Mrs. Puddieff's teahouse. That's amazing." Soul gave Neville a thumbs up.
"I didn't expect Hannah to agree." Neville smiled and scratched his head, "I just tried to ask her if she wanted to come in and have something to drink to warm up."
"Your grandma will be proud of you if she finds out." Soul nodded and patted Neville's arm. "There's a first time and there's a second time."
"What's the first time, what's the second time, what are you talking about?" Ron came over holding a candy bag, "Would you like to try the new jelly beans? Candy Duke's new product, I bought a big bag Take it back to Harry."
"No, Ron, I've been to Candy Duke." Suer glanced at Ron, who looked confused, "Do you need me to get some for you?"
"That's great. George and Fred also threw their things to me, and then ran away to who knows where." Ron muttered and handed several bags to Soul.
"You're welcome, is Banban still here?" Suer asked casually as he took the bag.
"Of course." Ron twisted his waist, put the things on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sleep well in your pocket. By the way, did you go to the Shrieking Shack? I went exploring there with Seamus and the others just now."
"The Three Broomsticks, a hot butterbeer after an adventure is wonderful, but I think I saw a troll there, and Lady Rosmerta was really pretty."
"Hogsmeade was so fun. We also went to the post office and there were two hundred owls squatting on the shelves."
Ron talked a lot, and Su Er listened patiently, and from time to time he would say something like "It's so great? It's a pity that I haven't been there. I will definitely go and see it next time."
Qualified praise made Ron's conversation even more intense.
Finally, when the gate of Hogwarts was in sight, he finally stopped and asked back.
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you in many places."
"Us?" Soul and Neville looked at each other, "Hermione and I stayed at Madam Puddieff all afternoon, and Neville and Hannah were also there."
Ron: ....Ah, why do I feel like I'm a clown?
……
A large group of third grade wizards and above used their muddy shoes to leave dark footprints one after another in the clean and spacious entrance hall.
They completely ignored poor old Filch on one side and went back to the castle to prepare themselves while talking and laughing without any scruples.
Filch was standing at the door holding a big mop, with a gloomy expression and looking extremely irritable. When he glanced at the slate that was so blurry that the original color could not be seen, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
When Soul changed into a wizard robe and came out to prepare for the banquet, old Filch was still dragging the mop hard at the mud that could not be cleaned.
Of course, how is it possible to use Muggle methods to deal with sludge that has been added by wizards?
Su Er just saw a redhead throwing a black ball on the ground in the crowd, but he didn't know whether it was George or Fred.
"Need help, Mr. Filch?"
"No need." Filch said hoarsely, looked up at Suer, and continued to swing the mop vigorously with his head down.
Sur looked at the area where Filch had dragged so hard and it was still a mess, and he sighed.
"That's no use, Mr. Filch, it's probably a prank product from Zuko's joke shop."
It's not Our Lady of Sur. Although Filch is usually not a pleasant person, today is the Halloween dinner. If old Filch still works so hard and doesn't think of other ways, he may not even be able to eat a hot meal later. .
Filch paused in mopping the floor. He didn't know what he thought of, but his face became extremely gloomy.
He probably guessed who did it. In this castle, the only ones who would do such a thing were his lifelong enemies - the Weasley brothers.
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Bones," said Filch gloomily.
"You're welcome, Mr. Filch." Soul took out his wand and shook it, "Clean it up."
The dark stains on the slate disappeared under the influence of magic. Along with this, Suer swept away the stains with a whirlwind, and the foyer quickly became bright and discernible.
As for other places in the castle, such as the only way to the lounges of various colleges, guess what the kitchen elf does besides cooking three meals?
The reason why Filch was mopping the floor was probably because he loved this castle so deeply.
"Suer, come here quickly, the banquet is about to begin." Justin waved to Suer at the door.
"coming."
Soul put away his wand and hurriedly walked towards his roommate.
"Today's banquet is very different." Moen said mysteriously, "It's completely different."
Just as Moen said, there was a "gusty wind" standing out in the auditorium today, but this dark wind actually felt warm on the face.
There were all kinds of pumpkins floating in the sky above the auditorium. The candles in the pumpkin's mouth seemed to have cast magic, and the flames they ignited were blue. In addition, there were thousands of bats transformed by the transformation spell. Circle and fly.
"Wow, cool!" Justin exclaimed.
To the house elves outside, the Hogwarts kitchen is equivalent to China's culinary empire, New Oriental. The food they produce is by no means the dark cuisine they learned about from various channels.
Rich colors and wonderful taste are the most basic.
The end of the dinner was a show performed by the ghosts. They had obviously been preparing for this for a long time. Sir Mimsy of Gryffindor performed a vivid drama for everyone - the guillotine, which was actually the scene before his death. Repeated it again.
The fat monk of Hufflepuff performed a poetry recitation--well, although the content was a bit scary, everyone still applauded in a dignified manner, mainly because the fat monk had a great connection with wizards in the castle.
Professor Dumbledore was holding a cup and telling Professor McGonagall a joke. Everyone was very happy. Since the beginning of school, the haze caused by the Dementors seemed to have dissipated on this day.
