Change the world from Hogwarts

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

After two generations of dark wizards wreaked havoc, once defeated Grindelwald, and avoided a large number of casualties during the era when Voldemort was wreaking havoc, this old man had already touched the position of Minister of Magic.

In fact, if he had been willing to nod in agreement, then the entire British Ministry of Magic would have been in his hands, and even other places would have been influenced by him.

This old wizard's resume is now the most dazzling existence, bar none.

Even now, the legend about Albus Dumbledore still echoes in this land. Even the naughtiest child will have a heartfelt awe for him.

So, the moment he was about to speak, the originally noisy auditorium suddenly fell silent.

If we follow the regular process, then Dumbledore, as the principal, should say a few words now, and then ask several "well-known alumni" to express his expectations and speeches.

These are all classic processes.

However, Dumbledore himself is not a traditional old man.

Although he laughs at himself as being old-fashioned, his lifestyle is not rigid.

I don't like to pay attention to any pomp, and I don't like any respect for others.

He just smiled like an ordinary old man next door:

"Although I know you may want to continue making trouble for a while, but please allow me to remind you... It is already dinner time, and the kitchen has prepared a sumptuous banquet for our party. Not to mention other things, I am actually a little a little bit nervous myself.

hungry."

Professor Dumbledore's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear. The humor and peace in it also made the students smile.

"Now, let's get to the real dinner party."

He opened his hand, not casting a spell or anything, but simply declaring one thing:

"Now, let the party begin."

Suddenly, food prepared by house elves appeared on the tables of the four colleges and teachers.

And in order to fit the Halloween atmosphere, almost every food has similar carvings.

Picking up a piece of pumpkin pie, Connor just stared at the skull carving on it and raised his eyebrows.

I don't know what kind of magic has been cast on it, but it even seems to be glowing, like a grinning ghost.

After taking a bite, Connor first felt a sweet taste, and there was chocolate in the pie, but before he could reflect on it for a long time, he felt something spreading in his body.

"Transfiguration? Or something else?"

Subconsciously suppressing the influence that was emanating from his body, Connor couldn't help but look around.

As a result, at a glance, the surroundings were filled with monsters and monsters - for example, there was a wild boar with white hair around him, opening its huge mouth and constantly stuffing things into its long mouth.

The humming one didn't look like he was wearing a hood, and his fangs looked extremely sharp.

After hesitating for a moment, Connor asked:

"Ernie?"

"Um?"

Then, the big pig's head stopped and turned around, its round forehead and eyes full of sincerity. Compared with the previous hood, it was obviously much more agile.

"Let me ask a question."

"What?"

"Are you still wearing a hood?"

"Of course not."

While saying this, he stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth.

"Who wears a helmet when eating..."

Although Ernie seemed to be out of his mind, he suddenly noticed something.

Subconsciously stroking his head, Ernie touched the sharp fangs and then touched his elongated face.

"Eh!!!"

He couldn't help shouting.

At the same time, the entire college auditorium was filled with a strange chaos.

"What happened to my face?"

He is not the only one who has such doubts, but others too.

In the end, they just looked at each other.

"Ron, why do you have the head of a lion?"

"Neville, why have you turned into an elephant?"

After looking around, the entire auditorium seemed to have turned into a zoo, and confusing questions arose one after another.

But most of the questions arise among first-year students, including second-year students, who seem to be used to it.

"Our Halloween special pumpkin pie has some small magic ingredients added into it. It only lasts for a short time. I hope all students can be happy."

Maybe the students don't understand the principle and don't know what it is all about.

But it doesn't matter, since Professor Dumbledore said it is harmless, then it must be harmless.

Gradually, the atmosphere of the banquet became more cheerful, and Connor subconsciously looked at the pumpkin pie in his hand.

"If a similar transformation is achieved through potions and spells, then it should be randomly added ingredients..."

After breaking open the pie slightly and looking at the internal structure, Connor found that he couldn't detect anything.

After all, as far as Potions class is concerned, there is no difference between him and ordinary students.

Sure enough, you still need to take a bite?

Chewing the skull pumpkin pie in his hand slowly, Connor couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Feeling that his body was being interfered with by some strange force, he laughed.

"Sure enough, it's not a high-end thing. It should be a directional change."

"Why haven't you changed anything?"

Just after Connor put down half the pumpkin pie in his hand, he heard Ernie's voice.

Looking back again, he saw the 'sincere boar head' that made him a little bit unbearable. The boar's round eyes were just staring at the pie in his hand and then at his face.

, as if waiting for something.

"I do not know."

Connor shrugged.

You can't tell them that this level of 'gadgets' will have no effect on him at all, right?

At this time, all he could say seemed to be simple reasons and excuses.

"Maybe it's because I happened to eat the few normal ones? Or maybe it's because I didn't finish them all?"

"Then after you finish eating, let me see what you will become?"

"……OK."

After sighing, Connor ate the pumpkin pie and did not control it subconsciously. He just allowed the strange power to spread.

Soon, he realized that he had a little more on his head.

"Meow~"

Suddenly, the little guy on his shoulder called out, and stretched out his paws with interest to touch his head.

It feels numb, as if the ear has been scratched.

Wait, ears?

"I turned into a dog?"

"Haha! A red dog!"

Ernie immediately laughed heartlessly.

"You look good with Isobel. She seems to have turned into a cat now."

"Um?"

He just took the opportunity to look at the dining table on the Ravenclaw side. In the corner at the edge, a silver-white cat with red eyes just held its chin and sighed.

Seeing this scene, Connor felt his heartbeat speed up.

Big white cat!!!

White!!!

Red eyes!!