Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

There is not only a crucible on the table, but also a stone mortar, herb scale, medicine knife, medicine cabinet, funnel, medicine bottle... everything is available.

"We're going to make fireworks to celebrate!" Fred rolled up his sleeves, "If you think we're handling it wrong, please remind us."

Fred and George took out the herbs from the sack and began to process them without hesitation.

Vizette suddenly said: "Albizia japonica? What are you planning to do? Make the fireworks appear brilliant gold?"

Fred and George stopped at the same time, "Yes, but we tried several methods, but the color was not bright enough. Grinding it into powder is the best method."

Wizette recalled what Snape once said, "You can add the roots of Albizia japonica in a ratio of one to twenty..."

"And two drops of valerian juice, which can stabilize the color of the albizia flower and keep it golden without fading."

"It turns out that there is a lack of valerian juice!" George suddenly realized, "We thought about using the roots of Albizia julibrissin, but after mixing, the color will turn to earthy yellow."

Weizet smiled and said: "This is the role of valerian juice, to keep it stable and avoid turbidity."

"I feel like we can create a super cool firework!" Fred clenched his fists, "Let's continue!"

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"Quirinas, let go of your soul, let go completely!" Voldemort said ruefully, "If you want to avoid being discovered by Dumbledore, you cannot cast this magic."

"But Master...that's not what he said before!" Quirrell wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Are you really not afraid of being discovered? Quirinas, you seem to be bold!"

"Master...will it really not be discovered?"

"After the troll is out of trouble, go report and tell everyone the news!" Voldemort said impatiently, "Hurry up! Let go of your soul!"

Quirrell shuddered, and finally closed his eyes in pain, "Okay...Master!"

He was as stiff as a marionette, his arms raised in a weird posture, pointing at the giant monster locked in the dungeon.

Voldemort's voice came from the back of his head, "Death!"

The dark light penetrated the giant monster's head, and the giant monster trembled violently like an epilepsy, and its roar was deafening...

Chapter 56 Halloween Dinner

The decoration of the auditorium has become richer.

Pumpkin lanterns were suspended in the air, and countless black cloth bats were flying in the air.

Groups of black cloth bats will also get into the jack-o'-lanterns, and then fly to the dome to circle, back and forth.

Unlike the back-to-school dinner, Halloween dinner is more informal and has less rules.

Dumbledore did not deliver a speech at the dinner, but instead toasted and drank with the teachers, chatting and laughing.

Students only need to sit on the benches and start enjoying the carefully prepared meals.

Halfway through the banquet, Ron and Harry arrived belatedly.

Both of them were sweating profusely and looked unhappy.

Seeing his brother sitting next to him, Percy asked curiously: "Ron, why did you come here so late?"

"And Fred and the others haven't come yet... You haven't done anything bad, right? But you must not imitate Fred and the others!"

"We don't have one, we're just looking for someone..." Ron's expression was unnatural and embarrassed.

Neville ate the lamb chops and said vaguely: "Harry, has Hermione found it?"

"Hermione is lost?" Percy frowned slightly, "What happened?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other, and finally relied on Neville to explain the matter clearly.

"That is to say... you have been searching in the castle for a long time and still can't find anyone?" Percy frowned, "Have you ever tried... the girls' bathroom?"

"Huh?" Harry and Ron were stunned, "Hermione is in the girls' bathroom?"

"I heard from your classmate...that Miss Patil," Percy said. "She said Hermione was in the girls' bathroom and stayed there crying all afternoon. No matter how hard they tried to persuade her, it was to no avail."

"Which girls' bathroom?" Ron asked, "Which floor is it on?"

"There is a remote corridor at the other end of the marble staircase." Percy recalled, "I caught Fred and the others there two days ago!"

As a Gryffindor prefect, he was able to know so many remote routes, thanks to his "good" brothers Fred and George.

"Then let's go over and take a look!" Ron and Harry looked at each other, "Wizet is right... we should have a good talk with her."

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.

A panting Quirrell broke in. He was in a very bad condition, with no trace of blood on his face and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Troll! Troll!" He yelled with fear on his face, and ran all the way to Dumbledore, "The troll is in the underground classroom... you should know..."

Before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The troll can reach up to twelve feet in height, is quite resistant to magic, has a moody temper, and often attacks for no reason.

This magical creature has immense power but extremely low intelligence, which makes it quite famous in the magical world.

Even in the evaluation of exams and homework, "Troll" will be used as the lowest evaluation, which means "your grades are too bad, just like the intelligence level of a troll".

Because of this, the students who entered Hogwarts knew about trolls and knew that this magical creature was extremely dangerous, and the hall was in chaos.

They pushed each other, shouted and ran around, trying to escape from here.

"Quiet!"

A firework exploded in the sky above the hall, and the brilliant light and deafening sound made the students quiet down for a while.

"Don't panic! There is still time." Dumbledore's voice sounded like a morning bell and evening drum in the ears of every student.

He continued to order: "Prefects, take the students of your respective colleges back to the lounge."

"Go and have a look! Don't rush to show up." Dumbledore walked up to Snape and whispered.

"Well! Hide!" Snape pulled out his wand and tapped his arm, and his figure gradually turned transparent.

Hearing Dumbledore's order, the prefects also took action.

Percy shouted to the panicked Gryffindor students, "Follow me! Go back to the common room now! Come quickly!"

Time was running out, so he quickly led the students back to the eighth floor.

When counting the number of people, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Neville, where are Ron and Harry? Where did they go?"

Neville shook his head helplessly, and Seamus on the side said, "They seemed to have walked backwards just now, and seemed to be muttering about telling someone who was in danger..."

Percy held his forehead and sighed, "These two guys! They must have gone to find Hermione! I have to notify Professor McGonagall!"

On the way, he also met the head of Ravenclaw, "Penelope? Are you looking for someone too?"

Penelope nodded quickly, "Yes, Vizet is missing... He didn't show up at the Halloween dinner!"

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Time went back to more than ten minutes ago.

The auditorium was empty at this time, and Quirrell, who fell to the ground, groaned and struggled to get up.

"Hide!"

With the help of the Disillusionment Charm, Quirrell, whose body was transparent, immediately left the hall and rushed to the corridor on the fourth floor along the marble stairs.

The voice of the prefect commanding the students came from above, Quirrell exhaled lightly and held the wand tightly in his hand.

He even had a glimmer of longing in his mind. If he could pass the test smoothly, perhaps he could fulfill Voldemort's order tonight.

In this way, he could stay away from Hogwarts, and the days of fear would be gone forever...

Quirrel tried to think so and comfort himself as much as possible.

"It's a pity... There is no chance to teach what I have learned to Vizet..."

He murmured, and then ran to the door at the end of the corridor.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a sharp silver light shot out.

"Armor protection!" Quirrell showed his figure, the wand in his hand shook rapidly, and a transparent shield appeared beside him.

He quickly launched a counterattack, thrusting his wand in the direction of the silver light, "Thunder Explosion!"

The dazzling orange-red flame burst out from the tip of the wand and bounced straight to the other end of the corridor.

Snape also showed up, flicked his wand lightly, and eliminated the explosion spell.

He said slowly and coldly: "Quirinus Quirrell, as a professor, why are you here instead of searching for the troll?"

As Snape approached step by step, Quirrell showed a panic expression, and he backed away while stuttering to explain: "I'm just afraid that someone will come here!"

"Principal Dumbledore told me that someone has bad intentions towards the school's treasures. I think there's something strange about the troll losing control, so I came to take a look!"

"Perfect explanation, what a good professor." Snape stood at the gate, "I'm here, you can leave."

"Why are you standing...standing there?" Quirrell was sweating and questioned through gritted teeth, "Are you the...the one with bad intentions?"

"Interesting statement." Snape's tone became even colder, "Maybe I should go find Dumbledore and let you tell him these words in person."