The festive atmosphere of Halloween actually arrives earlier than everyone thinks.
After all, they don't have many holidays, and Halloween is the first holiday worth celebrating when school starts. Plus the legends from past Halloween parties. And the students who have become even more connected this year. Their anticipation for a party has reached a peak.
In addition, during this time when there are no mobile phones to play with, everyone is still willing to spend time with their good friends to spend a party together.
"Will there be a dance this year?"
"You still want to wear a skull coat and dance with others?"
"She's also wearing a ghoul suit!"
Luke listened to what the two senior students said and didn't know what kind of expression to give.
Ghoul suit, skull jacket...
All I can say is that wizards really know how to play.
"cut--"
A disdainful voice reached Luke's ears. He turned around and saw that it was Malfoy. Obviously, he also heard what was said over there, but he looked down upon such activities.
Can such a weird dance be considered a dance? What’s a ball without expensive dresses, elegant music, and elegant dancing?
"how's it going?"
Luke didn't give him any time to continue taunting him. This guy was good at everything, but he always thought highly of himself. Under Luke's influence, he was able to not be so obvious in front of others. But the situation is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. If you want to really make him a comrade worthy of trust, rather than a playmate who gets together for fun, there is still a way to go.
But fortunately, we are on the right track. If nothing else happens, the rest will be just a matter of time.
Seeing Luke's solemn expression, Malfoy did not continue to act weird, but said to Luke with the same seriousness: "It has been found out. Basically, there are students from noble families, and their defenses are also good. Don't worry, I It was done fairly covertly, and according to your instructions, the people we found were all juniors, so it didn’t arouse anyone’s suspicion.”
Luke nodded. He did not doubt Malfoy's ability to do things. Although this man must have shortcomings of one kind or another, he could still do this little thing well.
"How many people agreed?"
"Four. They are all relatively representative, like Ernie McMillan."
"Okay, well done, Malfoy, I knew you could do it!"
Luke's praise made Malfoy happy from the bottom of his heart. He has been praised by others since he was a child, and many people even praised him as the only angel born and the only one on earth. But those people praised him just to flatter his father. It's not like I really think he's great.
But Luke is different here. He really praises himself sincerely and really thinks he is great.
"When the critical moment comes, I will stand up first, and then Ernie and the others will follow. I originally wanted to find two representatives from Gryffindor...but..."
Malfoy's face showed a hint of sarcasm before it was replaced by helplessness.
No kidding, at first he had a natural hostility towards Gryffindor and a sincere disdain for him, which made many of his ideas about Gryffindor very subjective.
After Luke let him get to know him better, his inexplicable hostility dissipated a lot, and he could even chat with Harry these days.
Some hostility itself is caused by insufficient communication. If it was really the kind of deep hatred that couldn't be resolved, Luke wouldn't be able to force a change.
"There are not many people who have something similar. The ones who should have it are naturally the four brothers from Wes Lai's house. But none of them have it...and some of them don't quite meet the conditions you mentioned."
Luke smiled and patted Malfoy on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Seeing Luke's reassuring smile, Malfoy stopped worrying and nodded seriously.
"By the way, I saw Taylor on the way here. She asked me to call you over."
Malfoy seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly spoke to Luke.
Luke looked at him and said amusedly: "Don't you think Taylor is a weirdo now?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes and said, "It's because of the unfamiliarity at first, okay? If someone unfamiliar with Taylor looks at him, isn't it the same as looking at a weirdo?"
It's not a lie. Taylor has a withdrawn personality. Apart from talking to Hermione and Luke, he only actively speaks in Potions class. In addition, I cover nearly half of my face with bangs all day long. The whole person looked gloomy and hesitant, as quiet as a ghost...
No, even the ghosts are more noisy than her.
"By the way, Luke..." Malfoy looked at Luke and asked with a somewhat expectant expression, "Can you ask Professor McGonagall later on how we plan to organize the Halloween party this year?"
His face was filled with anticipation. It was no secret that Professor McGonagall was hosting this year's Halloween party. In fact, a different professor is in charge of the Halloween party every year. So the professors can all roll it up. At the very least, it should be something innovative.
“Maybe we’ll invite a few more famous bands?”
Luke could only guess, after all, the description of Halloween in the original book was not very lively. Or maybe everyone will have fun after dinner? But before the dinner was finished, there was no more fun to follow.
He didn't tell Malfoy that no matter what kind of fun there was, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to watch it on Halloween this year.
Because there is greater excitement.
"Okay, I'm going to check on Taylor first. I remember this morning's class is Charms. Don't be late."
With that said, he walked towards the door of the lounge.
Malfoy frowned as he watched Luke leave, but said nothing and went back to get his textbook.
…
The sun was shining brightly, lighting up the entire forest, and the castle in the middle of the forest did not look eerie.
"The lips are stained with blood, and the body is covered with scars. In the darkness, we embrace the sinful soul..."
A mature female voice sings somewhat gloomy lyrics in a childlike tune.
"Pullingleng!"
The sound of flapping wings sounded from the window, and then there was a "knock-knock-knock" sound on the window.
The black raven tapped the open window gently with its beak, as if knocking on the door to inform the owner of the room before entering the room.
"come in."
The lazy and charming voice is unforgettable after hearing it once.
Without hesitation, the raven flew into the room and stopped on the shelf in front of the desk.
He raised his head and looked at this woman with long bright red hair, gold-rimmed glasses, and a tear mole at the corner of her eye.
And on the shelf, there was another raven just like him.
The two ravens looked at each other, but separated from each other.
After a while, the quill in the woman's hand stopped and she put it down casually. Then she picked up the paper on the table, looked at it carefully, nodded, then rolled the paper into a tube and stuffed it into her feet. In the tube on the side.
Then the raven nodded, jumped off the shelf, landed on the ground, then walked to the open space in front of the window, flapped its wings, and flew out of the window. Flying towards the distance.
"Hmm~"
The woman stretched, revealing her graceful curves. There is always an elegant and charming smile on the corner of his mouth. It's a pity that no one else has the opportunity to watch this scene except the raven.
However, this kind of relaxation only lasted for a moment. She quickly returned to work again, stretched out her hand, and took out the note from the raven's mailbox.
After unfolding it, she took a look and her brows instantly furrowed.
There was a solemn expression on Mingyan's pretty face. His eyes were full of surprise and suspicion.
She read the message on the note over and over again.
"Attack on Hogwarts? Which madman is this? The remnants of the Death Eaters? Or the remnants of the Saints?"
She couldn't help but talk to herself and said doubtfully.
But just as she was thinking about the various things behind this incident and other problems that might arise, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Come in."
Her voice instantly became extremely cold.
The door was opened, and a tall wizard with a scar on his face walked in dragging a goblin.
"My lord! My lord! I didn't betray you! I just wanted to collect more information!"
The moment the goblin saw the woman, he started struggling crazily and begging.
The woman turned around and looked at the goblin.
"Sir, you believe me, please believe me! I have found a gathering place for saints! We can..."
But before he finished speaking, he saw the slender wand and the flashing green dot on the tip of the wand.
“For the greater good!
! "
He shouted loudly, his eyes filled with enthusiasm and admiration.
Then the green light flashed, and the goblin's body fell straight to the ground, making no sound.
The woman didn't pay attention, she just silently returned to her seat and sat down, then picked up the quill, pulled out a piece of paper, and started writing.
The tall wizard lifted the body from the ground, bowed to the woman, walked out of the room steadily, and closed the door gently.
After a while, the woman picked up the paper and read the order she had written again.
"Investigating who is preparing to attack Hogwarts. Investigating the damage to Hogwarts. Investigating..."
"Luke Gunter."
Then she nodded with a smile, rolled up the note as usual, and stuffed it into the mailbox.
The raven jumped off the shelf, glanced at the woman in the open space, and then left.
The woman watched the raven leave, then smiled. But he took out another piece of paper from his shelf. Picked up the quill and started writing.
It is different from the cold and hard handwriting before. This time the handwriting looked so similar to her appearance. Elegant and full of charm.
After finishing writing a short letter, she thought about it for a moment, and finally rang the bell on the table twice.
An owl flew over from the window. The woman put the letter into an envelope, sealed it and handed it to the owl.
The owl also left the window.
She stood up and walked to the bookshelf, her slender white fingertips sliding on the bookshelf. Finally, I stopped at a book.
"The Origin of Pure Blood, the Nature of Magic and the Mysterious Four"
She walked to the hanging chair in the room, picked up the already cold coffee on the table, and with a tap of her finger, the coffee steamed up again.
She glanced at the catalog and silently opened the page.
"The Past and Present Life of the Gaunt Family"
…
"Yugadio Leviosa!"
He cast the spell easily, but Luke's face didn't look relaxed at all.
"Very good! Mr. Gunter! Your spell is very good. Five points for Slythering!"
Professor Flitwick saw that as soon as he assigned the task, someone immediately completed the task and happily gave Luke extra points.
How could Hermione see such a scene?
"Yugadio Leviosa!"
The feathers fluttered, and then Hermione immediately raised her hand: "Professor! I'm done too!"
Professor Flitwick followed the sound and looked over, and saw that Hermione had indeed fluttered her feathers. He was very surprised and said: "Oh! That's great! Miss Granger! You did it too! That's amazing! Granger." Five points for Fendo!”
So Hermione showed a playful smile to Luke who was not far away.
Luke gave her a thumbs up. Hermione smiled even wider.
With these two people proofing, Professor Flitwick had different expectations for the group of students in front of him.
And just when his expectations were rising, a loud noise suddenly came from the classroom.
'boom! '
Everyone's eyes quickly looked in the direction where the explosion came from, and the two people over there were not surprising at all.
"Mr. Finnigan, please be careful."
Seeing that there was no big problem with Seamus and Neville over there, Professor Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time extinguished most of his undue extravagant hopes.
Genius is indeed a rare thing.
But he still leaned over there, after all, something had happened to Simo. But that doesn't mean Neville will stop.
Just in case, it would be more reliable for him to provide guidance from close by.
Luke looked at the scene over there, feeling quite helpless.
If Malfoy had been changed a lot by himself, then Neville had not changed much. His courage is still hidden deep in his heart, like a turtle. He will not bite anyone until he is pushed to the limit.
Sitting next to Luke now was Harry.
Harry didn't pay much attention to the joke that Neville and Seamus made, but when he looked at the floating feather, he was really confused.
If they often see Hermione studying in the library and practicing in the lounge, then even they know that Luke is not a diligent learner. On the contrary, he has always been lazy.
So being able to do what you are now can only be... talent?
"It's demand, Harry."
Seemingly seeing his doubts, Luke smiled and explained to him: "Don't treat the curse as a tool, treat it as your instinct. For example, when you see a water glass in the distance, don't think about walking over and picking it up. Instead, let it float over on its own. In this way, you will become more and more familiar with the spell."
After saying this, Harry nodded in understanding, and Luke was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, but he missed the point.
"By the way, what do you want to say to me?"
Luke looked at Harry and asked with some confusion.
