Outside the door of the Three Broomsticks pub, Ms. Rosmerta placed a large pumpkin that she got from nowhere on the left side of the door. Then he crossed his arms, thinking, then took his wand and gestured at the pumpkin in front of him through the air.
"Hey! Ms. Rosmerta!"
A low but slightly sharp voice came from not far away.
Ms. Rosmerta turned around and said with some surprise: "Hey, Zuoko, you came very early today."
Zuo Ke laughed and said: "Mrs. Pudifu didn't have any other ideas this year and just used last year's design. So she moved very quickly."
Ms. Rosmerta also showed a headache: "Me too, there is no new design inspiration at all."
"Then you also want to use last year's design? In fact, your design last year was still very good, and it is still not outdated this year."
Zuo Ke praised loudly, and his cheerful tone made it difficult to distinguish the authenticity.
But Ms. Rosmerta had no doubts at all, rolled her eyes and said: "The designs of Halloween pumpkins have been the same for hundreds of years."
"There is always a change. Even just a little bit." Zuo Ke put his index finger and thumb in front of his eyes and made a 'little bit' gesture.
Ms. Rosmerta ignored Zuko's unfunny joke, frowned and pondered for a while, and finally shook her head helplessly: "Let's make it look like last year. I can't think of any better style for now. "
"Optimistically, this may be because your design has reached a perfect level."
While smiling, Zuo Ke took out his wand and waved it a few times at the pumpkin the size of a wheel.
Ms. Rosmerta said ruthlessly: "I believe you also said this to Mrs. Pudif."
Zuo Ke showed a smile without any embarrassment. Then he put away his wand.
"Okay, ma'am! Please accept it!"
Ms. Rosmerta glanced at the cheerfully grinning pumpkin in front of her, shook her head again, and took out a silver siko from the wallet on her waist.
"If I had learned the art of transfiguration well back then, maybe I wouldn't have needed you!"
While handing the money in her hand to Zuo Ke, she complained somewhat unwillingly.
"You never need to mention the past to learn and explore. The best time to start is now."
Zuo Ke took the money and handed out a bowl of poisonous chicken soup.
Ms. Rosmerta completely ignored what he meant. She just looked at the pumpkin head with some hesitation. After a moment, as if she suddenly thought of something, she rushed into her bar in a hurry. Not long after, she was in a hurry again. He rushed out, holding a large wizard hat in his hand.
A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she placed the wizard's hat on Pumpkinhead's head.
Zuo Ke also laughed when he saw this, and then walked towards the Hogsmeade post office not far away. And skip the pig’s head bar in the middle.
He is not needed there. Although Aberforth doesn't seem to like socializing with others, his magic skills are still excellent. A little transformation technique would certainly not be able to defeat him.
And the old boy didn't look like someone willing to spend any money on such a ritual.
What's here is just a microcosm. Everywhere in this village is full of festive atmosphere and atmosphere. For a time, this small village actually showed amazing vitality.
But this enthusiasm has not affected this corner now.
This is an inconspicuous corner of Hogsmeade, and to the east is the Shrieking Shack, a haunted house that is somewhat famous throughout the UK. Looking to the right, there is a large forest over there. It belongs to the outer edge of Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest, but there are no dangerous magical animals. But still no one dares to take such a big risk to move around the forest.
Today, a man wearing a long black windbreaker, a black wide-brimmed hat, and carrying a box appeared here.
He looked around, put down the box in his hand, then without hesitation took out his wand, used Apparition, and disappeared. Only the box remained on the ground, all alone.
Soon after, there was a rustling sound in the woods.
"What the hell! Why don't we apparate!"
"Apparition is not allowed inside Hogwarts, Master."
"But that place was no longer within the scope of Hogwarts!"
"But there are only these two steps."
The same voice, in a different tone, as if talking to himself.
A moment later, Quirrell appeared here. He saw the box on the floor, then glanced around again, then frowned.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"No one? But there is a box?"
He asked with some confusion.
"Oh, do you really think someone would dare to be so blatantly involved in this matter? If the other party is willing to give us something, it is already the greatest help they can give."
Voldemort's voice in his head became more and more mocking: "It seems that Dumbledore is not as popular as he thought."
"Now what?"
Quirrell didn't quite understand, but he didn't want to waste time here, because the school is very busy now, either busy with classes or busy with arrangements, but there is always something to do.
If he disappears for too long, someone will notice.
"Just go and get the box. Everything goes according to plan."
Voldemort's tone was full of confidence, because today's situation was naturally expected by him. Nothing was beyond his expectation, so he felt that things might go surprisingly smoothly today.
And if today's plan succeeds, then the Dark Lord will come back and destroy all those who have resisted him and persecuted him unprepared!
Especially those who are traitors!
At this time, Quirrell had already picked up the box and walked back quietly along the way he came.
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In Hogwarts school, students who have classes to attend are still studying listlessly in the classroom. Although people are still in the classroom, in fact, except for a few of them, their thoughts have already flown outside to the venue that is being decorated.
Rumor has it that a popular band will perform at the school tonight.
Others said that tonight they might be able to see the professors perform a duel.
"So it's just one meal tonight?"
Gemma looked at Professor Snape in front of her, and was a little confused for a moment as to why the professors would make such a decision.
In previous years, weren’t we always thinking about how to be lively?
Especially this year, Professor McGonagall, who is the busiest, is in charge of the preparations.
Snape didn't say much, he just looked at the letter in his hand, nodded and said, "I'll tell you in advance, so I can calm everyone down and don't cause any trouble..."
Gemma said nothing, just looked at Snape and frowned.
"Good professor."
After a moment, she still spoke. Then he turned and left Snape's office.
Maybe you can ask Luke...
She thought so.
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2k words, this is half of the manuscript. Something happened at home, I’m not sure how many days it will take to resolve it. It may take a few days to update 2k every day. Please forgive me.
Damn, this is really disturbing...
