days at Hogwarts

Walking through the lobby and into the auditorium, the view suddenly brightens up. Thousands of pumpkin lanterns are floating in the air, light-colored ribbons are spewing flames, and fluttering bats gather together like thick dark clouds. The groups of ghosts wandering around make the temperature in the room a little low.

The sudden flash of lightning illuminated his face, causing Loren to squint his eyes unconsciously. The lightning simulated by the magic dome was too realistic and a little dazzling.

Sitting down at the Gryffindor table, Hermione's voice rang out beside them, with a hint of novelty: "Those fire-breathing ribbons are so beautiful. Look! They can even turn into lions! They weren't at previous Halloween parties. Professor Flitwick has discovered new magic to decorate the castle..."

"Probably not Professor Flitwick," Loren replied casually, "Those flames are more like Professor Bagshot's magic, orange-red mixed with light blue."

"Grimm... Professor Bagshot..."

Hermione lowered her voice and glanced at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was whispering to Dumbledore on the stage. She remembered some records in the books that the professor was indeed good at fire magic.

After a few seconds, the little witch gradually came back to her senses. She couldn't look directly at those decorations related to fire. Although she knew rationally that such a thing could not happen, she kept subconsciously thinking of the scene of the castle being set on fire.

This worry continued until the performance of the Hogwarts Ghost Repertory Theatre began. Ghosts emerged from the walls and under the floors. After the opening parade and orchestral performance, "The Death of Myrtle the Witch" starring Myrtle officially began.

The emotions are too full, the expressions are exaggerated, and the lines are messy...

Such were the faults which Sir Nicholas Porpington had racked his brain to discover, and he still could not accept that Myrtle's programme had replaced his own.

This is a betrayal of Hogwarts tradition!

Although this tradition only lasted for five hundred years.

Ignoring these minor shortcomings, the play was quite good. The young wizards applauded and cheered, saying that they enjoyed the show very much, and the lead actress Myrtle cried even harder.

……

In the Minister's Office on the top floor of the Ministry of Magic, Senior Deputy Minister Amelia Bones, who was temporarily acting as Minister and stationed at the headquarters, read the report from Mrs. Edgemer of the Floo Network Administration, burned the note to ashes, wrote an order to continue monitoring on parchment, and tapped her wand, and the parchment letter turned into a paper airplane and flew out...

Next up is the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. The Accidental Magic Reversal Team, the Memory Deletion Command, and the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee are all on standby, ready to take action at any time...

Law Enforcement Department, keep an eye out for abnormal magical fluctuations, and detect all unregistered wands in the territory...

The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures is preparing to take over a large number of Dementors...

"And the rest of the people who stayed behind..."

After confirming the last order, Amelia Bones put down her quill and rubbed her brows slightly to relax her tense heartstrings that had been tense for several hours. She said to another person in the office, "Bertha, help me recall, is there anything missing in the ministry?"

Behind another desk in the room, Bertha Jorkins checked the responsibilities of each department, shook her head and said in a deep voice, "No omissions, all personnel have been arranged."

"We must remain vigilant at all times." Bones opened his eyes, his brows revealing fatigue and anxiety. "Rufus is leading the Aurors to carry out the most dangerous mission. We are staying at the headquarters to provide logistics and support. We must be prepared to deal with all emergencies..."

"I know, Miss Bones." Jorkins, who is in a high position, is no longer the confused clerk before. She has accumulated a calm and reliable temperament. "The Ministry of Magic has activated all protections, closed all entrances and exits, and blocked Apparition. After the Aurors left, the fireplace was completely turned off."

The alchemy array center of the Ministry of Magic not far away emitted scattered light, illuminating Bones's face full of worry. The senior deputy minister repeated softly:

"fireplace……"

……

In the city of Hastings, nearly 100 kilometers away from London, a simple fireplace has been built on the lawn at the edge of a holiday park, and the matches in the furnace have been lit.

Freshly-made Floo powder was sprinkled in the gaps between the oily pine firewood. Green flames burned fiercely, and the magic emanating from the flames served as a transportation hub, just like a station or port. Through a secret and special connection, this simple fireplace became the most important node for the Transportation Management Department.

A few hours ago, as the green flames of the holiday park rose, the fireplaces in the corridors of the Ministry of Magic were lit one by one. The Aurors who had been waiting for a long time put on a full set of Weasley protective gear, stepped directly into the flames, and descended into this small town near the border, hiding among the Muggle team in strange costumes.

Almost all the Aurors were dispatched, every strand of magic in their bodies was surging, and every wand in their hands was ready to go. The Minister Scrimgeour, who had just taken office, once again activated the bill proposed by Barty Crouch twenty years ago:

Show no mercy to the Death Eaters and use the Unforgivable Curse on them!

……

The stars and the moon still did not appear, the inky sky was getting darker and darker, and the cold wind of the winter night blew in from the gaps in all directions, passing through the city’s tall buildings, blowing the street lights, as if to blow out the festive atmosphere.

Next to the holiday park, people celebrating the festival have dressed up in strange costumes with brightly painted faces, and smiling women are happily counting the prepared candies.

Behind a street stall selling cookies and candies, Nymphadora Tonks, with her fangs bared and her hair standing on end, chewed her gum and blew bubbles from time to time. She looked ahead with interest at the strangely dressed Muggle youths walking by in groups, howling and biting the candy bubbles with a snap. "The way they celebrate the festival is really interesting!"

"We are on a mission." Kingsley's outfit was even more eerie, with black and white paint on his face to make him look like a voodoo god of death. He said calmly, "Pay attention to the temperature around you at all times. If you suddenly feel cold, it means that the Dementors are nearby, as well as the werewolves. Although tonight is not a full moon, being bitten by a werewolf will still have sequelae..."

These were all basic knowledge learned during Auror training. Tonks didn't pay much attention to them and just kept chewing gum. When she saw a little girl dressed as a witch approaching, she immediately smiled and said, "Oh... cute little witch, would you like something?"

The girl glanced at the voodoo god of death next to her, turned her head away in fear, and said timidly, "Trick or treat..."

Tang Kes laughed immediately: "How do you want to play tricks?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment.

According to normal procedures, shouldn't adults give you candy when you say this?

What normal person would ask himself how he got into trouble?

"Why did you dress up as a witch?" Tonks drawled.

"I...I..." The girl twirled her fingers, hesitating and not answering.

"Little witch, don't you know how to play tricks on people? How can you do that?" Tonks squatted down beside the little girl, hugged her and stuffed a multi-flavored bean into her mouth, and said in a friendly tone, "I'll teach you a few ways witches can play tricks on people. Remember them well. If someone doesn't give you candy, use your magic wand to make his front teeth bigger, bigger than squirrel teeth. That's what I did when I was a kid..."

The little girl dressed as a witch was a little scared and wanted to go somewhere else to ask for candy, but she found the story told by the sister very interesting and those strange spells were very interesting, even more interesting than cartoons.

and……

The little girl sipped on the candy she had never tasted before, gave her a coquettish look, and fell into deep confusion.

And this sister is really beautiful.

"..."

Kingsley, who was not far away, fell silent. He did not doubt the truthfulness of the stories Tonks told at all. He was just worried that if the girl really listened to them, she would become a headache for the professors when she entered Hogwarts in the future.

"This spell is called "Front Teeth Like a Bludgeon". It works best when combined with a grin..."

"And the Tarantella..."

"The Bat Spell is also a good choice..."

There were no stars in the sky, and the little girl's eyes became brighter and brighter.

……

London, 10 Downing Street.

The offices were brightly lit, the seats behind the desks were occupied, and the employees were aimlessly dealing with the backlog of work during the workday, with confusion in their hearts.

Only some staff were supposed to stay on duty tonight, while the others were on normal leave. However, just two hours ago, all staff suddenly received an emergency notice and quickly rushed back to Downing Street on standby. As for the specific matters - they are kept confidential for the time being.

Assistant Minister Herbert Jolley sat at his seat, tapping the table with his index finger. Perhaps he noticed that the Muggle at the next table was looking at him for the thirteenth time. Jolley realized that the slightly rapid frequency of the tapping revealed his anxiety, so he put away his finger and looked at Emmeline Vance, who was also bored not far away, feeling a little annoyed.

They should have been lying in ambush in Hastings, or staying at the Ministry of Magic, instead of coming here to accompany these Muggles, yawning at boring and tedious documents!

I really don’t know what Kingsley is thinking!

Why should he be allowed to stay in Hastings and take part in the ambush?

"..."

In the office at the innermost layer of the corridor, behind the desk, a folder held upright for reading covered most of the Prime Minister's face. He raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of shrewd eyes, which moved left and right, and his peripheral vision inadvertently swept to the portrait of the ugly man on the wall, feeling faintly proud in his heart.

The man in the frame didn't close his eyes and doze off as usual. He looked around anxiously and listened from time to time, as if he was communicating with the person on the other end. He had left several times in just two hours...

The Prime Minister became more and more certain of his guess.

Just as he was about to leave today, he flipped through the night duty list on a whim and was surprised to find that the three wizards who were monitoring him were absent at the same time!

This has never happened before!

The Prime Minister immediately concluded that they must be taking some action and re-convening the staff who had left was just a cover-up, the most important of which were those members of the group targeting the wizarding world.

as well as……

The Prime Minister lowered his gaze and looked at the parameters in the report.

……

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

The magic dome simulated a dark and gloomy sky, with howling winds and roaring thunder and lightning, which scared the pumpkin lanterns and bats away. However, this terrible scene did not delay the little wizards from enjoying their dinner.

The banquet food was rich and exquisite, with slightly browned fried beef and mutton steaks, red tomato soup, and pies with juicy fillings filling up the long table. The boys ate until their stomachs were about to burst, and even the little witches who were trying to control their weight asked for second helpings of each dish.

Hermione felt her belly was swollen, so she silently put down her cutlery, looked around, noticed the empty seat at the guest of honor table, and reached out to poke Loren beside her: "Professor Firenze doesn't seem to be here. Did he go back to the centaur tribe to celebrate the festival?"

Loren looked up and answered thoughtfully, "The centaurs probably don't celebrate Halloween, and I remember that Firenze seemed to have been expelled by the other centaurs..."

"We got in touch again recently." Ginny, who was sitting opposite, had taken Firenze's divination class, so she knew some news. "I heard that there was a major change in the stars recently. The Centaur tribe is going to hold a bonfire ceremony to interpret the stars, so they asked Firenze to go back."

Harry couldn't help scratching his head when he heard this. "Last time we passed by your classroom and heard Firenze's lecture, didn't he say that we can't completely trust astrology?"

"He said he couldn't completely trust it, but he didn't completely not—"

Ron was interrupted by the beef pie that was suddenly fed to him before he could finish his muttering. He turned his head in dissatisfaction and saw Lavender pushing Seamus aside and sitting over with a bright smile on her face. "My dear little Ronnie, I'm done. Let me feed you!"

"..."

Several people nearby shuddered in fear and quietly moved aside.

Ron's mouth was blocked by the pie. He looked at Harry and Ginny, then at Loren and Hermione, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Why do I feel different from them?

Another loud thunder streaked across the dome, and the pumpkin lantern with carved facial features showed a terrified expression. The fire inside began to shake, causing the shadows of various objects in the auditorium to be pulled continuously. The sound of flapping wings rang out, and flocks of bats flew from one corner to another, making the room even noisier.

"The Centaurs' Horoscope..."

Loren murmured softly as he savored the salty and fresh mushroom soup.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the pendant on his chest.

The dolphin carved from cypress wood was snow-white all over, with two gems of different colors inlaid in its eyes. The internal space expanded by the Traceless Extension Spell was feeling some unusual movements, and something was heating up slightly.

Light and shadow floated in his pupils, and a crystal blue light flickered. His gaze penetrated the alchemical array and runes, and penetrated the barriers of space.

The cover of the Book of Abraham is trembling slightly.