Hogwarts' Halloween dinner this year is very lively.

The auditorium was filled with pumpkin-headed lanterns specially bred by Hagrid, and black bats transformed with magic flew around in groups under the ceiling.

However, the ghosts that are common in the castle did not appear on Halloween, the closest day to the world of ghosts.

Anyone who knows the inside story knows it.

Today is not only Halloween, but also the 500th anniversary of the Gryffindor ghost - Sir Nicholas de Mincey Popington (Nick for short).

Such days are memorable days for every ghost, so Nick invited ghost colleagues from the entire Hogwarts, as well as other ghost friends outside the school.

After obtaining Dumbledore's permission, he borrowed an underground classroom in the castle and held his own five hundredth anniversary dinner.

Therefore, the ghosts who should have been active in Halloween dinners in previous years did not appear in the auditorium tonight.

There are rumors that the enlightened Principal Dumbledore will invite a skeleton dance troupe tonight to show to everyone to entertain their performance.

But the rumors were rumors after all. After the students came to the auditorium, they did not see the so-called skeleton dance troupe.

However, even without the ghosts and skeleton dance troupes, Halloween is still a festival that students like.

The dishes at the dinner were more hearty than at the beginning of the school dinner, and after the dinner, every student could still get them, filling the two pockets of the robe, and not filling the candy.

This is undoubtedly very attractive to lower grade students.

"What did that old guy Slughorn say to you after we left last time? Sherlock."

Hagrid asked with his tongue wide as if he had drunk some wine on the professor's desk.

Hearing his question, Sherlock had no reply yet, but Professor McGonagall and Professor Flevy couldn't help but frown.

"Don't ask Hagrid about this kind of thing," Professor McGonagall said with an unhappy look. "We don't need to inquire about their private conversations."

Hagrid also came to his senses at this time, scratched his hair awkwardly, and smirked twice.

"Sorry, I'll easily say the wrong thing after taking a few sips."

Sherlock waved his hand indifferently, took out the pendant hanging on his chest and said.

"There is nothing to say. He just gave me a small bottle of Fuling agent."

In the small potion bottle, the slowly flowing Fuling agent is indeed like a work of art, shining brightly under the reflection of the candlelight.

A voice that was even colder and empty than Sherlock suddenly rang out.

"The process of boiling this potion is very troublesome. If a little mistake occurs, there will be irreversible consequences. He is really willing to do so."

The speaker is Snape.

He rarely joined the professors' chat, but his tone was still so rude, as if he was deliberately provoking.

Sherlock put the Fuling Agent back into his robe and nodded calmly.

"He is much more generous than Professor Snape. We have known each other for so long but haven't seen you give me anything."

Snape was speechless when he was stumbled upon him.

Professor McGonagall still had that serious face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, with a clear smile.

Professor Flevy and Professor Sprout laughed unconcealedly.

Even Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.

"Horas is only generous to you. I have been in love with him for almost seventy years, and I have never seen him give me a gift every Christmas."

Then he looked at Snape teasingly and blinked, "Of course, I haven't received it from Severus."

"Hmph!" Snape snorted coldly and said hard, "I never miss Christmas."

Dumbledore laughed.

"It's okay, we all celebrate Halloween today, how about we have a drink together?"

Every professor on the long table, including Snape, raised the cup in front of him and everyone raised the cup together.

"Happy Halloween!" said the professors.

"Happy Halloween." Sherlock also shrugged secretly.

Then they drank the wine or drink in the cup in one go.

It has been two months since she arrived in Hogwarts. During this period, Sherlock has discovered that Dumbledore is the stabilizing needle of this magic school.

Not only the students trust their principal very much, but even all the professors respect him very much.

In other words, Dumbledore has absolute authority in Hogwarts, and this authority is convinced by everyone in the castle from the heart.

He muttered secretly in his heart.

No wonder the original owner had a brainwashed worship mentality towards Dumbledore.

He has never had a complete family since he was a child. He has always regarded Hogwarts as his second home and will naturally respect the pillars of this "home".

The teachers and students in the auditorium were enjoying the Halloween dinner happily, while Harry Ron and Hermione were not so lucky.

The ghost's death dinner is indeed not something that living people can participate.

Not to mention the cold environment and the sour tug-of-war music, the so-called "goods" at the dinner party on the death anniversary are not something Harry and the others can eat.

After nearly a whole dinner, Harry and the other two finally decided to return to the normal Halloween dinner in the auditorium after the ghosts of the Headless Hunters messed up the scene.

"I hope there is still some pudding left for us." Ron wrapped his robe tightly and said tremblingly.

They tried to smile politely at the ghosts around them, and then walked out of the venue of the death banquet.

Just as they rushed to the auditorium.

A familiar, cold, murderous voice sounded again in Harry's ears.

"...tear you...tear you...kill you...kill you..."

Harry's face was stunned and subconsciously stopped.

Hermione and Ron discovered his abnormality and couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"What's wrong with Harry?"

Harry held the wall and signaled them not to speak for now, squinting his eyes to find the source of the sound.

Fortunately, the sound did not disappear directly this time, but the sound became weaker and weaker.

Harry was sure it was moving—moving upwards, staring at the dark ceiling, and suddenly felt a sense of fear and excitement in his heart.

He took Hermione and Ron up the stairs, climbed to the third floor, and then turned all the corridors on the third floor, and finally turned a corner to the last empty corridor.

Just as Ron was panting and preparing to ask Harry what he was pounding, Hermione suddenly pointed ahead and took a breath of air conditioning.

"look!"

On the wall before them, something was shining.

They walked slowly, squinted their eyes and identified carefully in the darkness. Between the two windows, on the wall one foot high above the ground, there was some writing, and a glimmer of light shining under the reflection of the burning torches.

【The secret room was opened.】

[Watch those who are enemies with their heirs.]
Chapter completed!