From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Halloween is a very important holiday, and Hogwarts is no exception.

Just as William and the others were heading to the underground classroom for the banquet, Halloween was also being celebrated in the auditorium above. Hogwarts' long-standing golden dinner plates were brought out for use today, and candles and ribbons were naturally filled with candles and ribbons in the dining room. , even the decorations in the castle were changed into live bats, and the joyful atmosphere filled the entire castle.

Next to the huge jack-o-lantern that Hagrid provided for people to play wizard chess in, the twins bit their ears and talked.

"George, where do you think the professor is?"

"Which professor?"

"Which one else?"

"Okay, I know it's Professor William, but I'm more concerned about our big plan right now-"

George sighed helplessly. The live bat decoration that he loved so much in the past felt boring today.

"But we can't keep focusing on that. Anyway, you and I both know that our big plan is definitely not the attack on Filch as they say."

"So this is the troublesome part, Fred," George looked around. "We lost a month of memory, two months of confinement, and then completely forgot about wearing the crown. Damn it!"

After a short hospital observation, the three attacked students were advised to return to the dormitory to retrieve their memories. The twins naturally attracted the attention of the whole hospital. Their friends described their experience in this situation in a very pleasant tone. Of course, the great achievements they made within a month were inseparable from the big plan they had been talking about.

"It's indeed a big plan!"

Everyone said in unison, and attributed this to the crown - if it weren't for that magical crown, how could the Weasley brothers successfully attack the administrator and hang him outside the castle?

But the twins knew that things were by no means that simple. Although they could no longer remember what the big plan was, it was definitely not a simple attack on the administrator.

‘How can something as untechnical as attacking an administrator deserve the title of a grand plan? And it's definitely not our style to make a fuss about things before the attack. ’

Amidst the praises from everyone, the two looked at each other, with a tacit understanding that neither one of them came forward to deny it.

But the problem arises here - although the two are determined to search, they have no way to start without any memory, and they are still stuck in the investigation stage.

"Watch the show well, Fred, the skeleton dance troupe is not that common." George said softly, "Although it is a bit uncomfortable to have to ask the professor for help, at least the professor really means what he says. We Really wearing a crown isn’t—what?”

In the surprised eyes of the two, a ghost quickly emerged from the ground. It was a person the twins were very familiar with, the cold Slytherin ghost, Bloody Baron.

The twins had been targeting this cold-faced ghost whose abilities surpassed that of Peeves when they entered school. There was nothing they could do about it. Peeves was already a famous troublemaker in Hogwarts. The twins even heard from their mother when they were toddlers. Now that we have told the story of Peeves, how can Barrow, who has more power than Peeves, go to heaven?

Although the investigation after admission shattered the twins' dreams, the cold and quiet Barrow still left a deep impression on the two of them - ruthless in his attacks, cold in daily life, and he seems to pick on people if they don't agree with each other. life.

"She remembers me, she remembers me!"

A voice that made the two of them couldn't believe it came from Barrow's mouth. At the same time, the cold ghost waved his chain comically and rushed towards each student at an extremely fast speed.

"Yes, that's right, she remembers me!"

"She remembers me, even to the end!"

…

Barrow frantically repeated words with similar meanings, leaving the twins stunned.

"What kind of spell has he been under?"

"Can that crown even control ghosts?"

The two looked at each other and got a completely different guess from each other's eyes.

But what happened next was completely confusing. With a burst of coldness, the twins discovered that two ghosts passed through their bodies.

"Sorry, I borrowed it."

Along with the coldness came an apology, and then the two saw the ghost float out of each other's body and fly in the air.

But they weren't the only two who were attacked - hundreds of ghosts rushed out from under the floor and around the walls almost continuously, passing through the students regardless, surrounding the Bloody Barro in the middle.

"ah!"

"God! What is this!"

…

Screams kept ringing in the auditorium - not everyone had the experience of passing through ghosts because they liked to wander around like the twins. The thrill of passing through ghosts was more exciting than being splashed with ice water.

As a large number of ghosts arrived, the temperature of the auditorium began to drop sharply. The wind brought by the ghosts even blew out the candles in the auditorium. The light from the few candles that were not blown out was also suppressed. The big flame struggled to maintain a little bit of light.

But the students no longer had the fear they had before, and they all became excited.

"New show?"

"cool!"

"It's just a little cold..."

…

Amidst the divergent opinions, the prefects stood up and began to maintain order, "Keep quiet, keep quiet, and wait for the show to start!"

As for the faculty dining table, it was even more lively, and many professors were so happy that they laughed out loud.

"This show is great. Hogwarts hasn't had such a big show in a long time."

"Yes, yes. It seems that the funding is sufficient this year. This program has been ranked in the top five for as long as I have been at Hogwarts."

The old professor was even more happy - if such a program could be shown, his drama report would probably be approved.

Even Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore curiously, "Albus, how much did this cost - no, no, I don't care about the funding, it's just that there are so many ghosts, you invited a large ghost circus Group?"

While Professor McGonagall was speaking, eleven ghosts riding ghost horses rushed out of the ground.

"They have no heads!"

There were small exclamations among the students, but the prefect stared back at the faint light emitted by the ghost.

But what he said is absolutely correct. The ghosts do have no heads. Their heads are firmly held in their hands, and their necks are empty, which is very consistent with the aesthetics of Halloween.

The appearance of these ghosts made Professor McGonagall look at Dumbledore - indeed, it was the famous headless hunter from the circus.

While the students were admiring, the next ghost horse appeared. Unlike the other knights, this ghost horse had its legs in the air.

‘Riding the other way around? ’

The students who dared not speak out under the gaze of the prefects admired in their hearts - 'This last one must be the protagonist, even the way he appears is different. ’

But soon they discovered something different. The last horse was not carrying a person, but was being carried on its back. A headless ghost was carrying the horse on its shoulders, and it emerged from the ground with its own head in one hand. It was in an extremely funny state. , which makes people laugh.

"Hahaha!"

…

Countless laughter rang out from the dining table, followed by thunderous applause. The performance of the last knight was simply unique and made everyone laugh.

And among the countless applause, the voice of Bloody Barro, who had been ignored, suddenly became louder.

"Thank you, thank you, she still remembers me!"

Brilliant light emitted from his body. The originally cold ghost's face was now full of smiles. In the soft white light, he disappeared little by little. Wherever the white light shone, the coldness brought by the ghosts disappeared almost instantly. Disappeared, and the warmth reminded people of the September sunshine.

"Oh!"

Such a voice came from the mouth of one ghost, and was transmitted to the mouth of another ghost like an infectious force. Finally, it gathered into a large exclamation and praise. Even the students who did not know the truth uttered praises, although they I don’t understand what happened, but the light was really beautiful.

But the light quickly dissipated, and the warmth was quickly expelled. The cold brought by hundreds of ghosts once again occupied the entire restaurant, allowing the students who were still a little excited to calm down.

What's even worse is that the carefully prepared dishes on the table quickly lost their mouth-watering temperature in the sudden drop in temperature and became cold and inedible.

"Why aren't you performing yet?"

After a long time of silence, there were voices among the students, but the ghosts were indifferent. They resumed their usual lives and started to stare blankly at the place where Bloody Barro had just turned into light.

To the ghosts, time does not mean much. Compared with their usual random thoughts, another partner who chooses to go on is a good topic to think about, which makes them feel very comfortable.

"Isn't that Nick?"

Professor McGonagall, who recovered from the surprise that another ghost chose to walk down, saw Nick with his head drooping in frustration (hanging a little bit on his neck), and remembered that the ghost had previously applied to use the underground classroom to hold a death anniversary party. things.

She glanced at Dumbledore, who was smiling and silent, then left the teachers' table and came to Nick.

"Nick, what happened?"

"Sorry, Professor," Nick, who was in a daze, responded hurriedly, and then realized that it was Professor McGonagall who was talking to him. "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, something special happened. Barrow chose to continue walking. I didn't Ways to control the guests' desire to come here to watch, you know—"

Only then did Nick notice that the angle of view was wrong, and he held his head back, "You know, Professor, very few ghosts have the courage to continue moving forward, not even in Hogwarts. Such things are so rare that I don't have the courage to move on." Fazi stopped them, I'm very sorry for disturbing the banquet, I will take them back to -"

Before Nick could finish his words, the auditorium was filled with another voice.

"Ha ha!"

Peeves' unique voice rang out in the auditorium, "Bloody Balor is gone, and Balor the Bloody has ascended to heaven!"

In the past, Peeves would never be too presumptuous in front of Dumbledore, but today is different - the ghost he fears most in Hogwarts is gone and has chosen to ascend to heaven!

It can no longer control the joy and surprise emerging from the bottom of its heart. This joy must be vented immediately, not even for a second!

"Oh hoo!"

Peeves picked up two golden plates, flew up to the sky happily, and then flipped the two plates over the heads of the students.

"The silly fat Friar, the rustic Myrtle, the stupid Nick - and long live Peeves!"

"I'm back!"

He quickly rushed to the dining table, pulled the tablecloth and sprinted towards the sky. When he pulled out less than half of it, it quickly fell down. The cutlery and the juice on the dishes on it splashed, causing the surrounding students to leave quickly. dining table.

But this was not over yet. Peeves put the long tablecloth on his back and said, "Who is the king of Hogwarts? Not the principal, not the professor, it's Peeves, it's Peeves!"

"Albus?"

Professor McGonagall, who ran back to the table, glanced at Dumbledore - with so many students here, she didn't want to take away Dumbledore's job. In theory, she should let the headmaster deal with Peeves now.

But Dumbledore just smiled and had no intention of doing anything.

"Don't worry, Minerva, the dishes are already cold anyway and can't be heated for use." Dumbledore looked at Peeves with a smile, as if the cheerful singing ghost was not causing trouble.

"Albus!"

Professor McGonagall was a little angry.

"Wait, Minerva, I'm wondering if it's celebrating or if it's being controlled."

Dumbledore still whispered some of his guesses - he didn't want Professor McGonagall to stop Peeves, but he still didn't want to say everything about his suspicions at the moment. After all, the person involved in the chaos in the castle was really Too dangerous.

"Okay, I'll give instructions to the kitchen."

Professor McGonagall sat down, which made the professors around him start to speculate, "Is Peeves' coming to cause trouble part of tonight's event?"

After all, tonight was too exciting, and there were countless big scenes that even the professor had never experienced.

So Peeves got even crazier, and he started to make up the songs of the ghosts below - after all, those students had been replaced in a few years, the songs had not been around for a long time, and those ghosts were old friends, and the happiness gained from attacking them could at least be doubled. .

The ghosts named by Peeves quickly burrowed underground - scolding Peeves is a professional. These ghosts have been dead for so many years. They are too lazy to argue with him. There is a banquet underground. Now go back and say Maybe I can continue to play music and dance.

As more and more ghosts were named, groups of ghosts began to disappear into the auditorium, making it impossible to avoid them.

This made Peeves even more arrogant, inspiration came quickly, and the lyrics didn't even have the same lyrics. This made the temperature in the auditorium quickly return to normal - the ghosts came running after being scolded.

"Haha, those cowards!"

Peeves, high in the sky, shouted proudly.

Just when Peeves was making the most noise and even wanted to attack the professor's desk, Dumbledore finally raised his wand and waved it gently - the squirming Peeves seemed to be pulled by something, and he quickly It fell towards the ground, and then the whole body was stuck to a plate on the ground.

Peeves pulled hard, but to no avail. The plate seemed to be stuck to him and the ground, unable to move.

Filch came over with a smile and took Peeves away with the plate - as if he were carrying an empty plate.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Peeves shouted desperately and hit Filch with his hand, but his hand quickly passed through and did not attack the administrator at all.

ps: Originally it was supposed to be a brief introduction before moving on to the next plot, but in the end I ended up writing it... After all, I think this section is so great... If you don't like it, just say it and I won't write this kind of thing again.