Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

On Halloween, heavy snow falls.

Because it is located in the north of Scotland, Hogwarts is covered in heavy snow for half of the year. When the snow falls the deepest every year, it can even reach about one meter. If you push it twice with a shovel, it will turn into a snowman.

This year's Halloween was as usual, and the auditorium was filled with jack pumpkins that had been enchanted with expansion spells. The largest one could even accommodate three people sitting inside.

The ceiling of the auditorium was covered with clouds, and bats were flying around.

On the long tables of the four colleges, there are piles of steaks and roasted chickens exuding a fragrant aroma. Although the food on the table is not outstanding in terms of cooking methods, it has to be said that the mountains of this kind of food are piled up. The visual impact is still great, and it feels delicious just looking at it.

"I kind of regret agreeing to Nick." Alvin finished the main meal in a hurry, looking forward to the dessert after the meal: "The death anniversary dinner only starts at seven o'clock, we can be a little later..."

"Okay, Alvin, we promised Nick." Hermione pushed his shoulders: "Is Luna going?"

"Let's go together, I'm also curious about the ghost party." Luna stood up.

The three of them left the auditorium and walked toward the underground classroom.

In the underground passage, the walls were covered with small black pulls. The flames of the pulls emitted a blue shimmer, which looked eerie.

With every step the three of them took, the temperature dropped, and Hermione and Luna couldn't help but bundle up in their clothes.

There was a harsh, terrifying sound in the distance, like a thousand fingernails scraping against a blackboard.

"Strange music." Luna said with a smile.

"I really don't know what kind of situation can cause you to have mood swings." Hermione couldn't help but complain.

She just felt hairy all over her body now, and it was weird that this girl could still comment on the ghost's music so calmly.

"Hiss—" Alvin took a deep breath, and something even more shocking happened—his stomach growled!

"Are you hungry?" Hermione looked at him in horror: "You just finished eating...Evan...I remember you said...ghosts are your food, right?"

"What are you thinking about?" Alvin laughed.

Hermione immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm just telling you, you won't—"

"You use the stomach bag to eat. The growling of your stomach is due to the body's instinctive desire for the soul. You don't need the stomach bag to swallow the soul." Ivan explained.

"That's what I'm worried about!!" Hermione screamed, covering her head.

In the distance, at the end of the corridor, a bright white figure emerged from the wall.

"My dear friends, welcome, welcome to your arrival..." Nick said sadly: "I am so happy."

Hermione sighed: "You are happy too early..."

Nick: "???"

"No, it's nothing..." Hermione waved her hands repeatedly.

"Come in." Nick took off his hat, bowed gracefully, and welcomed the three of them into the classroom.

What a hellish environment this is - hundreds of densely packed transparent ghosts swinging around the crowded dance floor, waltzing to the terrifying and trembling sounds of thirty musical saws.

The chandelier overhead lit a thousand black candles, and the shining blue light filled the entire classroom.

"Huh -" Hermione breathed softly and exhaled a mouthful of white mist.

For a moment, the three of them seemed to have walked into the refrigerator room. Except for Alvin, it had no effect. Hermione and Luna couldn't help but shiver.

"It's amazing! Let's go for a walk?" Luna suggested.

"Okay, but be careful not to pass through anyone's body..." Hermione reminded.

When the ghost passes through the human body, it is like pouring cold water on the human body. Some of the worse ghosts will hide and make people catch a cold in this way.

Luna walked in front, and Hermione held on to Alvin's sleeves behind, fearing that the other party would grab a ghost and stuff it into his mouth on a whim.

"I don't understand. Although they were all human beings during their lifetime, their habits would change so much after death?" Ivan couldn't help but ask.

"Sad, because of sadness." Hermione said: "It is said in "The Book of Ghosts of England" that ghosts can't help but feel sad, because most ghosts are born from a certain obsession..."

Ivan was surprised: "Obsession? I thought ghosts were all because they didn't dare to face death..."

"Not entirely." Hermione pursed her lips: "For example, Bloody Barrow, do you think he is afraid of death?"

Ivan followed her gaze and saw the skinny ghost of Slytherin. His eyes were straight and his body was covered with silver blood. He looked like strangers - creatures - strange ghosts should not come near. Empty, not a ghost in sight.

"Oh...Myrtle!" Hermione suddenly stopped and pulled Alvin and Luna: "Turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to Crying Myrtle-"

"Who?" Ivan asked.

"Myrtle, there is a toilet in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Because she keeps losing her temper and splashing water everywhere, so we usually avoid going to that bathroom. As soon as you go to the toilet, she flushes it. You screamed, it was terrible..." Hermione muttered.

The three of them turned around and came to the other end of the classroom, then stopped again.

At the other end of the underground classroom is a long table covered with black velvet. The three of them looked at the dishes on the velvet tablecloth in horror - or maybe tributes or something...

Chunks of rotten meat were served on beautiful timbre plates, and dark, charred cakes were piled on large trays.

There was also a large amount of maggot-infested lamb tripe, a huge piece of cheese covered in green hair, and in the center of the table, a huge tombstone-shaped cake with several lines of text spelled out in tar-like icing. .

'Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington

Died on October 1492, 10'

Ivan covered his nose and retched: "Ugh - I can't stand it anymore! Hurry!"

"Dragon Slayer..." Hermione shook her head helplessly. She naturally understood what kind of biochemical impact the table of 'dishes' in front of her would have on Alvin's nose.

The dragon slayer is powerful, but his weaknesses are really obvious. Not to mention he is dizzy when traveling in public transportation, and his nose is particularly sensitive. No wonder this guy has been refusing to use public restrooms...

A fat ghost walked across the table, its mouth wide open, just in time to pass through a smelly salmon.

"If you put it through like this, can you taste it?" Luna asked curiously.

"Almost." The ghost said sadly.

"I guess they want the food to rot to make the taste stronger." Hermione made a guess.

"Then why not try canned herring? At least it's still edible..." Alvin sneered.

"But Ivan, they are ghosts." Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Is your nose feeling better?"

"It's no problem if you don't get close. The temperature here is low, the things on the table are very cold, and the smell is not very serious." Ivan sighed: "It's too hellish! It's really too hellish! Let's leave quickly... "

None of the three people noticed that just as they turned around, Peeves was holding his head and trembling under the table behind him.

Originally, he was supposed to be the most beautiful cub tonight - he was wearing a bright orange party hat and a swirling bow tie. If it weren't for Alvin's appearance, he would have been the most eye-catching guy tonight.

However, when Alvin came, he scared him under the table.

"Are you having fun?" Nick floated to a few people and asked.

"Fortunately, it's quite novel." Ivan said very respectfully. After all, he was so kind to meet me that he wouldn't say anything even if he felt uncomfortable.

"The number of people is still satisfactory." Nick was a little proud. He was proud of his people... spiritual veins: "The Howling Widow came all the way from Kent... The time for me to speak is about to come, I'd better go give the band Just a reminder…”

Just as he was talking, the band stopped playing, and a group of ghost horses rushed into the classroom. There were twelve ghosts on the horses. They raised their heads high, attracting the attention of the ghosts present. This should be what Nick said. Headhunter team.

"No, we have to leave." Hermione glanced at Luna who was shivering from the cold, pulled Alvin, and the three of them said hello to Nick and quickly left the underground classroom.

"It's really fatal!" When they returned to the foyer, Hermione and Luna finally felt better, with a trace of rosy color on their pale faces from the cold.

"It doesn't feel like much fun." Luna said, "It's weird though."

"I never want to go to a ghost party again..." Hermione also looked annoyed.

"I feel pretty good." Ivan pinched his chin and thought back: "It feels like entering a cafeteria..."

Hermione: "..."

Luna: "..."

"How about we take a bath?" Hermione suggested: "Luna hasn't been to the prefects' bathroom yet, has she? Do you want to try it? There are a hundred taps, and the bubbles can float people, better than ghosts. The dinner party was much more interesting!”

"I still remember this is what I said when I dragged you there." Ivan teased.

"You guys - take a shower together?" Luna's inquiring gaze swept across their faces.

"Separately, of course." Hermione blushed.

Alvin grinned: "Actually, we can wash them together. I personally don't care about this kind of thing."

"I care!" Hermione rolled her eyes angrily. Boys really get more annoying as they grow older.

"Okay, I also want to try the feeling of being held up by a bubble." Luna smiled.

The three of them hit it off immediately and immediately walked through the foyer and headed upstairs.

When passing by the third floor, Ivan suddenly stopped and his pupils shrank violently. He turned around suddenly, his eyes swept across a pool of water on the ground, and finally settled on a black shadow under the torch bracket on the wall.

"Evan?" Hermione saw Ivan stopped and turned around. When she saw the black shadow, she couldn't help but exclaimed and covered her mouth: "Mrs. Lorris!"

The dark shadow is Filch's old cat, Mrs. Lorris.

Ivan took a step forward and looked at Mrs. Lorris carefully: "Being petrified is not an ordinary petrification spell..."

With that said, he took it off the shelf and reached out to grab it.

Then, a large group of gray mist with a terrifying aura was caught in his hand. Mrs. Lorris also woke up with a start and jumped out of Alvin's arms.

It first turned around blankly, then took a deep look at Alvin, and rubbed its head on the hem of Alvin's trousers.

Alvin: "How did you become petrified?"

Mrs. Lorris: "Meow meow meow~ow~"

Hermione and Luna: "..."

Noticing the strange looks between the two, Ivan raised his eyebrows: "She said she saw a pair of yellow eyes in the water."

"Can you really understand what Mrs. Lorris said?" Hermione had doubts about Alvin's words.

"It's weird, isn't it? I'm weird too..." Ivan spread his hands.

I don't know why, but he has the ability to communicate with animals. Not only him, Natsu, Gajeel, and other dragon slayers who were raised by dragons all have this magical ability.

Although he couldn't understand the language, he could still understand what the other person meant. Even when Natsu's face was swollen and he could only make a grunt, he could still understand what the other person meant. It was so amazing.

The sound of dense footsteps sounded in the corridor. The banquet was over and the students went upstairs after eating.

Seeing the three of them, the students passing by said hello, but Ivan was not in the mood to talk to them.

"Loris!" Filch hurried over and picked up Loris: "That's great, dear, so you are here. Good evening, Mr. Darknight."

"Meow~" Mrs. Lorris' tail flicked slightly.

"Good evening, Filch." Alvin reminded: "Can you take me to find Dumbledore?"

Filch nodded quickly: "Of course, the principal is here..."

"I'm here." Dumbledore's voice sounded behind him, and his deep blue eyes looked at Ivan: "Ivan, what's the matter?"

"Mrs. Lorris was attacked just now. It was a kind of death magic. However, for some reason, the magic was weakened and it only had the effect of the petrification spell. I just unlocked the petrification spell for it," Ivan said.

"Attack?" Filch hugged Mrs. Norris and screamed.

"Are you sure it's the death curse? Ivan?" Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharp, like an eagle ready to strike.

"I won't mistake my staple food." Ivan emphasized.

"I know." Dumbledore nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the pool of water on the ground, and he murmured in a daze: "Death...petrification..."

"Albus..." Professor McGonagall was very worried.

"It seems...the door to the secret room has been opened again, but fortunately for you, Alvin..." Dumbledore said sadly: "At least this time I know what is in the secret room."

"So - what is it?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

"The Basilisk." Dumbledore said calmly: "A 5X level magical creature is more dangerous than a fire dragon. The most important point is that any creature that dares to look at the Basilisk will be He died suddenly and instantly."

"Mrs. Lorris must have been lucky enough to have looked at her through the reflection of the water - if she hadn't looked directly at her, the basilisk's death magic would have been weakened to petrification, but even so, I can't hide it from you."

Dumbledore explained, and Alvin nodded: "Anyway, let's capture Lockhart first!"

Lockhart, who happened to be passing by: "???"

First of all, I didn’t mess with any of you!

At this time, Lockhart couldn't figure out why Alvin insisted that it was his problem.

Although...this is indeed his problem.

Seeing Ivan's eager eyes, Lockhart was sure that as long as Dumbledore nodded, this guy would rush up and give him a cannon punch without hesitation.

Thinking of this, Lockhart suddenly became anxious: "I have been waiting in the auditorium!!"