Hogwarts, where the stars shine

The Christmas break at Hogwarts usually lasts for two weeks, and students begin returning to school after the New Year.

It is precisely because the school holidays are deserted and there are no students causing mischief in the castle that Filch has more time to pay attention to Peeves's movements.

However, Peeves' performance disappointed Filch. The prankster did not trouble the toilet in the school bathroom as expected.

Peeves continued his boring writing and drawing, writing dirty words on the blackboard of every classroom.

Probably only when school starts and Hogwarts is filled again with returning students, Peeves will implement his brilliant plan.

Only in this way can the effect of the prank be maximized and cause greater damage to the school.

Think about it, students who want to solve their personal problems but have nowhere to go, they can only huddle in the long corridor with resentment and resentment.

If someone were to whistle in the corridor at this moment... the scene would be so beautiful that it would be like this.

The smelly Hogwarts smells so much like a medieval castle!

As the proposer of the plan and the second-in-command who reported Peeves, Mesa hid his fame and fortune and still read books and newspapers in an orderly manner every day.

Dormitory - auditorium - library, three o'clock and one line, Mesa's life is as regular as that of an old man.

There are many problems plaguing Mesa this holiday season, and the most serious of them all is Mrs. Pince, the librarian.

Whenever Mesa walks "uncontrollably" towards the forbidden book area, Mrs. Pince, carrying a feather duster, will appear in front of him, timing it just right, and every second is accurate.

One second earlier, Mesa had not extended his sinful hand to the forbidden book area; one second later, Mesa might have slipped into it.

"What kind of book are you looking for, child?" Mrs. Pince would ask every time, her words kind but her tone stern.

"Nothing." Mesa would reply every time he was caught by the administrator, and then return to his seat in despair.

Students who want to go to the restricted book area to find any book must have a note signed by a teacher, and Mesa cannot get such a note.

However, Mesa is not one to bow his head and accept his fate. He is practicing imitating a certain teacher's signature.When Mesa's signature is perfected, the door to the forbidden book area will be opened to him.

On Christmas Day, Mesa woke up early as usual.

For him, Christmas is just an ordinary day, at best, he can have a good meal.

After groping out of bed and putting on his own clothes, Mesa planned to wash up first and then continue his regular life in the auditorium-library.

However, the package at the foot of the bed blocked his way.Looking at the package that he accidentally kicked aside, Mesa remembered that today is Christmas, a very important holiday in the West.

There are two Christmas gifts at the foot of the bed, one from Lilia Shafiq and the other from chubby Sean Hart.Mesa is at school, and these are the only two friends she has.

Neither gift was valuable enough to burden Mesa.

Sean gave me a book.It seems that many people take it for granted that a top student will feel very happy when receiving a book as a gift.Mesa actually preferred receiving a large box of chocolate frogs to receiving a book.

Fortunately, the gift Lilia sent was not a text. She sent a box of exquisite snacks and attached a note.

The delicate handwriting on the note revealed the origin of this box of snacks.It turns out that this box of snacks was made by Lilia herself with the help of the house elf.

Opening the box, Mesa took out a piece of exquisite pastry and bravely took a bite.

What I have to sigh is that Lilia's cooking skills are really amazing. Mesa has no idea that the house elf is involved in this pastry.

He silently put the pastry down, sealed the box, and finally stuffed it under the bed.If nothing else happens, there is no chance that this heartfelt message from Lilia will ever see the light of day again.

At noon, Mesa walked into the beautiful and spectacular auditorium.

Here, holly and mistletoe complement each other, the towering Christmas tree is hung with small sparkling icicles, and hundreds of candles flicker, illuminating the gift packages under the tree.

It was a small gift prepared by the school, and every student who stayed to celebrate the festival had a share.

And because the number of people who choose to stay in school is relatively small, everyone can choose several packages that they like.

Long tables representing the four colleges were stacked against the wall.Throughout the holiday, the teachers and students who stayed at the school gathered around the same table for meals. This was the first time that Mesa was so close to the principal, Dumbledore.

The greatest wizard of our time, a living legend in the wizarding world, an old man with a white beard.

Mesa originally thought that Dumbledore would be difficult to get close to, or that he liked to say awkward things, but in fact Dumbledore was a humorous old man who was easy to like.

He would always tell a joke before the meal, making the long table full of laughter.Once, the dignified and serious Professor McGonagall choked on her food with laughter, and it took a long time to recover.

The most conspicuous place on the table was the fat waiter, who piled up barbecue, sausages, potatoes, thick and thick meat marinade and lingonberry sauce, which was very rich.

But the teachers and students in the auditorium were not very interested in food. Everyone was playing with the wizard's lottery packets and firecrackers in their hands.

Dumbledore took the lead in setting off the firecrackers. Mesa, who had just entered the auditorium, felt as if he had been hit by a cannon, and there was a buzzing in his ears.

If he hadn't seen Dumbledore's actions, Mesa would have thought that Peeves had found the lost small cannon and aimed it at the Great Hall!

The blue smoke dissipated, and Dumbledore reappeared, a woman's hat tilted on his head.

Dumbledore tapped his wand, and the woman's hat was immediately decorated with flowers.

With the principal taking the lead, cannon-like roars rang out one after another in the auditorium, as if they had mistakenly entered an artillery position.After a while, everyone had more items in their hands.

There are wizard chess, men's and women's hats, glittery balloons, and even joke shop products, there's so much variety.

The Christmas banquet started as usual with Professor Dumbledore's joke.After a burst of cheerful laughter, the food on the golden plate gradually dwindled down.

Of course, not everyone is keen on doing it.

Take Steele Martin and Rubeus Hagrid, for example. They exchanged glasses of wine, exchanged cups, and drank until their faces turned red and their necks thickened.

Maybe he was in a mood to drink, but Steele Martin actually ran up to Mesa with a wine glass in his hand.

Steele Martin let out a loud belch and then said, "Mesa, it's thanks to you that I made the decision to go back to school and have the chance to do what I want to do."

As he spoke, Professor Martin drank another glass of warm Jianghe.

Mesa silently and calmly kept away from Steele Martin, fearing that he would spit on her and fear that he would spit on himself.

"Steele, have you known our young Mr. Black for a long time?" Dumbledore at the head of the long table asked with a smile, obviously curious about how the two met.

"Of course, of course, Mr. Principal!" Steele pointed at Mesa while sticking his tongue out, "Gamp's Old Social Wine...a pint...he is a man who can drink a pint!"

Someone completed the Gamp Aged Social Wine Challenge. This matter was not widely circulated, but was spread more among the drinking community.

Moreover, Old Tom also concealed Mesa's identity and surname, only saying that a young man completed the challenge.No one who witnessed the success of Mesa's challenge talked much.

"Really?" Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes were shining, and his shaggy beard trembled.

Rubeus Hagrid continued in disbelief: "Merlin's beard! You are so powerful, Black!"

At this moment, Mesa didn't feel that he was powerful at all. He wanted to sew Steel Martin's mouth shut so that he could say anything.

Dumbledore looked at Mesa with interest, a flash of light flashing behind his half-moon glasses.Dumbledore said: "It turns out that Mesa was the one who convinced you."