Hogwarts, where the stars shine

Autumn at Hogwarts is cold and rainy, and the damp chill permeates the grounds and penetrates into the castle.

It was still sunny in the morning, but in the afternoon it started to rain heavily.Heavy raindrops pattered on the windows of the castle, adding another chill to the school in late autumn.

People who wanted to go out for a walk were stopped in the foyer, while those who had already gone out were soaked in the rain by the sudden rain.Unluckily, they rushed back to the castle, leaving a series of muddy footprints on the neat castle.

The muddy water dripping everywhere naturally attracted Filch. The administrator appeared in the hall panting, angrily scolding these students for destroying the fruits of their labor.

Filch wrapped himself very thickly, with an ugly scarf tied around his head, and his nose was even redder than normal.

The foyer and corridors were filled with the clattering footsteps of students, as well as Filch's roar that could knock off the roof.

"Dirty stuff! Dirty stuff everywhere! You guys made the school a mess! I've had enough!"

Apparently, Peeves' morning drama had made Mr. Keeper even more grumpy.In just a short time, Filch caught several "prisoners" who soiled the castle.

In the dim office that smelled faintly of fried fish, Argus Filch was writing furiously. He wanted to punish these unlucky drowned rats severely, even though they only brought a little mud to the castle.

It was night in a blink of an eye, and the night sky outside the window was as dark as ink, but the day that started with Peeves' farce was finally coming to an end.

When it was almost seven o'clock, Mesa, Lilia, and Sean left the library and walked toward the auditorium.

They also planned to go to the grassland in the afternoon today, but the pouring rain kept the three of them indoors.Except for eating in the auditorium at noon, the three of them have been reading and chatting in the library.

The world outside the castle is still obscured by a curtain of rain, but inside it is bright and cheerful, especially for those who like to cause trouble.

It was only a few steps from the library to the auditorium on the first floor, but the three people in Mesa were like learning from the West, and they encountered several pranks one after another.

Some people wear pumpkin-head masks and jump out from dark corners to scare passers-by; some people dress themselves up as pale, haggard vampires and show off their specially made fangs to passers-by.

The first two groups of pranks were nothing, it was the third group of people who were really lethal.

This group's gameplay was relatively high-end. They used a levitating spell to make the black robes with masks float in the air, and extinguished the lights in the corridor.Under the dim light, the black robes floating around looked like they were really haunted.

On the eve of Halloween, on a dark cold rainy night, the thousand-year-old castle and the ghostly corridors are really picturesque.So timid Sean Hart didn't dare to open his eyes.

Sean, whose face was paler than a vampire, hid behind Mesa and Lilia the whole time. His trembling hands pulled the sleeves of his two companions hard, not daring to let go.

It wasn't until the three of them left that gloomy corridor and came to the brightly lit foyer that Little Fatty regained his energy, and his pale face regained its color. .

Standing at the door of the auditorium, Sean Hart breathed a sigh of relief. The bright lights gave him an unparalleled sense of security.Sean said a little helplessly: "I really don't like these scary and spooky things, and I don't like Halloween. It's really terrible."

Sean's pale face didn't look fake, and his trembling arms didn't appear to be fake.Fortunately, not many people saw it, otherwise his reputation as a coward would have been fully confirmed.

As a young wizard who grew up in the magical world, Mesa found it difficult to understand Sean Hart's fear of ghosts.

Most of Muggles' fear of ghosts stems from fear of the unknown and a sense of powerlessness caused by being unable to deal with ghosts, and these are not a problem at all for wizards.

Even though it is a bit difficult, wizards with magical powers can protect themselves or drive away ghosts.

Since ghosts are no longer illusory existences and can be driven away by wizards, then there is nothing to be afraid of!

Furthermore, there are so many ghosts in the castle, Hufflepuff also has a kind and fat monk, and even the Quidditch pitch has ghosts... It has been so long since school started, how did Sean Hart survive this? Two months?

Under Mesa's doubtful gaze, Sean Hart walked towards the auditorium first. He strode forward like a gust of wind and sat at the long Hufflepuff table.

He spoke loudly to the people around him, as if doing so could dispel the remaining fear in his heart.

In the auditorium, which was decorated with lights and candlelight, the decorative bats and spider webs returned to their proper places, and the huge pumpkins prepared by Hagrid also appeared. They were carved into lanterns and floated on the ceiling with billowing dark clouds. Down.

If he hadn't been so impressed by the drama Peeves had caused that morning, Mesa would have thought nothing had happened in the Great Hall.

Exactly like the opening dinner, a sumptuous dinner suddenly appeared on a golden plate, covering the long tables of the four colleges.

It's just that Mesa has a problem with the food at Hogwarts tonight, it's too monotonous.

Except for a few items of food, the rest were all pumpkin products, and even the drink bottles were filled with pumpkin juice.The entire Halloween dinner was like a pumpkin party!

Look up at the huge lantern under the ceiling, then look down at the food on the long table... If the pumpkin on the dinner plate really comes from the huge lantern above your head, then Hogwarts has really made the best use of everything. Nothing is wasted.

Mesa lamented the school's frugality while enjoying a sumptuous dinner, filling her empty stomach with pumpkin pie and baked potatoes.

The dessert after dinner was also full of festive atmosphere, with sweet and crisp toffee apples, cupcakes made into ghost shapes, and even the hot drinks in the pot turned as red as blood.

At the end of the banquet, the auditorium became a sea of ​​joy.

The ghosts who had disappeared all day suddenly appeared collectively. They passed through the walls, floors and long tables one after another, forming various formations and flying between the long tables of the academy.

Even the Bloody Balor took part in this grand ghostly show, his pearly white face sullen as he reluctantly flew over the four long tables and disappeared into the wall.

Lord Porpington of Minsey gave the most exciting performance of the night.

He took off his head, which had only a little bit of skin attached to it, and demonstrated in public what it means to have an almost brow, which caused the excited students to exclaim.

The night had been so enjoyable, and Mesa was starting to enjoy school more and more, even the crowd of people leaving the auditorium looked particularly cute.

Mesa and Lilia followed the other Slytherin students and followed their usual route towards the Slytherin dungeons.

As if remembering the doubts that Mesa had before the dinner started, Lilia whispered: "Mesa, you have read so many books, you should know who the mysterious man is, right?"

Mesa nodded, he didn't know why Lilia suddenly asked this question.He responded: "I know, what's wrong?"

"Then you should also know some of the mysterious man's practices and his followers, right?"

"Death Eaters, of course," Mesa said. "I read about it in a book."

Lilia lowered her voice and continued.

She said: "They will wear black robes and masks when operating, so Sean has a psychological shadow on such dressing up."

Hearing this, Mesa remembered the conversation between the three of them in the train compartment, and the Muggle-born Mrs. Hart.