Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn read the letter quietly, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

He vaguely felt that Morgana seemed to have become a little more cheerful and a little more like a girl.

However, I don't know if this is a disguise she deliberately made.

Regarding the agreement, Glenn couldn't help pinching his eyebrows and felt a headache again.

He sighed softly, took out a quill, ink bottle and letter paper from his backpack, and wrote a reply on the shelf of the owl loft.

Due to Morgana's request, he wrote a long reply.

From learning wand making during the summer vacation, to the Thestral carriage at the beginning of school, to the stuttering Professor Quirrell and the Quidditch selection.

The entire page of letter paper was filled with writing, and Glenn could even imagine what Morgana's expression would be like when she saw such a long reply.

He put down his quill and blew on the wet ink on it.

The white long-eared owl Robin landed in front of him consciously and stretched out a paw.

Glenn stroked its soft feathers a few times, folded the letter into a suitable smile, and tied it gently.

Robin rubbed his head on the back of his hand and pecked his fingers, then flapped his wings and flew out of the window lightly.

He flew freely around the castle, circled in a circle, then identified the direction, flapped his wings and flew eastward.

...

Life at Hogwarts suddenly became dull, and Dumbledore no longer took the initiative to invite Glenn to his office.

The Quidditch team's training is also on the agenda. Roger seems to be very confident in this team, and his face is getting brighter and brighter.

It is worth mentioning that he always likes to arrange training around the Slytherin team's time.

At first, Qiu couldn't understand it, until one day, she noticed Pansy who was accompanying Malfoy to watch Slytherin training.

The two-faced Quirrell also seems very low-key and rarely appears anywhere outside the classroom. I wonder if Professor Snape puts too much pressure on him.

This ordinary life lasted for about two months, until Halloween came.

Anyone who is familiar with the original work knows that Halloween this year is the day when the protagonist group gathers and the trio fights side by side for the first time.

Glenn wasn't too interested in tonight's little drama.

According to his plan, he should wait for Quirrell to rush into the auditorium and faint, then return to the common room with the troops, and then officially start the Halloween dinner.

The house elves at Hogwarts are not only good at cooking, they are also excellent at decorating decorations.

After the pre-dinner class ended, Glenn and his friends walked through the corridors and stairs to the auditorium, accompanied by the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin.

The auditorium at this time had a completely new look.

In addition to the ordinary starry sky, the Magic Dome also has countless low dark clouds that circle and dance above the dining table. From time to time, one or two harmless lightning flashes across.

The candles that usually float in the air have all been replaced by pumpkin lanterns, which are swaying in the air. The breeze blows, and the flames of the candles in the pumpkins flicker.

In addition to the table, pumpkins were placed on the walls and in every corner of the auditorium, transformed into various faces by the elves' magic.

I don’t know if it’s to take care of timid little wizards like Neville, but these faces are not scary, but rather funny and cute.

Glenn looked around at tonight's decorations and took a sip of pumpkin juice from his glass.

Um...

Tonight's pumpkin juice is particularly fragrant.

He was in no hurry to enjoy tonight's food, lest he have to follow the crowd to the lounge as soon as he got excited.

"Do you remember that little girl who helped find toads on the train? The one who talked in a hurry."

Qiu asked casually while playing with a piece of roasted pumpkin with a spoon.

"You mean Hermione?"

Glenn asked subconsciously.

Qiu paused with the fork in his hand and raised his brows slightly.

"You even remember your name so clearly?"

Danger!

A big red letter appeared in Glenn's mind.

He took another sip of pumpkin juice to relieve his tension, thinking quickly about countermeasures.

With a flash of inspiration, his eyes lit up and he put down the cup.

"I'm an Ollivander, have you forgotten?"

He imitated his grandfather's appearance, with kind silver eyes and a soft tone.

"I remember every wand sold in the store, Miss Zhang, every wand..."

Qiu was amused by his vivid imitation, covering her mouth and giggling.

She laughed for a while and continued: "I seemed to have met her in the bathroom today. She seemed to have been crying for a long time."

"Maybe I had a quarrel with my classmates, who knows." Glenn replied nonchalantly.

At this moment, with a shrill scream, Quirrell rushed into the auditorium and went straight to Dumbledore's position.

"Troll~~~~"

He drawled with a horrified expression until he finally ran to Dumbledore.

Glenn couldn't help but frown as he listened to his harsh voice.

This acting skill is a bit too exaggerated, right?

Quirrell's legs went weak, he leaned on the table and gasped.

"The troll... is in the basement... I thought I should come and tell you..."

After he finished speaking, he inexplicably giggled twice, rolled his eyes, slumped to the ground listlessly, and passed out.

Only then did the little wizards react and scream loudly. The entire auditorium instantly became chaotic and extremely noisy.

Ron was holding a chicken drumstick in one hand, but his expression suddenly turned frightened, and the drumstick fell to the table with a "clack" sound.

Young Master Draco, who was having a long talk with his friends, also opened his eyes wide at this time, and screamed loudly without caring about maintaining his aristocratic demeanor.

Qiu's pretty face turned pale instantly, obviously she was quite frightened.

Glenn quickly patted her on the back, barely comforting her.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore shouted loudly, the Elder Wand in his hand exploded, and purple fireworks flew into the sky.

Everyone immediately shut up, the auditorium was silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Dumbledore.

But what no one noticed was that an inconspicuous piece of paper floated up from the fireworks, flew quickly towards Glenn, and fell into his hand.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "lead the students from each college to the dormitories immediately!"

Edith, Penello and Hilliard stood up at the same time, along with several other Ravenclaw prefects.

They each greeted students of different grades, asking them to line up and leave the auditorium in an orderly manner.

"Follow me and don't get separated! As long as we stay together, we don't have to be afraid of any giant monsters!"

Glenn stood in the crowd, covered by his robe, and secretly glanced at the note that suddenly appeared.

It has Dumbledore's handwriting on it.

"Follow Harry."

This was clearly not part of Glenn's plan.

He immediately frowned and cast doubtful eyes on Dumbledore.

The old fox seemed to expect that he would look at him, and nodded slightly at him. The gaze behind his half-moon lenses was unmistakable.