hogwarts blast

On Halloween, the auditorium was once again decorated in Halloween style.

Bats were flying over the auditorium.

Hagrid planted pumpkins that were as big as a carriage and hung on the walls around the auditorium like boxes. Each of them could accommodate three people sitting inside.

Of course, the three people here refer to normal human body types.

With Hagrid's size, he could only be alone.

Youth is always lonely.

The four long tables in the center of the auditorium have disappeared and turned into a stage filled with lights.

During the dinner, Hogwarts professors and students will watch the performance on the central stage in a box carved from a pumpkin.

As the night gradually fell, everyone gathered in the auditorium one after another.

After Dumbledore led a group of professors into the largest pumpkin on the rostrum, the dinner was officially announced to begin.

On the stage in the middle of the auditorium, the lights suddenly dimmed.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the students who were close to the stage suddenly heard someone whispering in the dark.

"Harry, I feel so ashamed."

"Lauran, me too."

Suddenly, a bright white light group exploded in the darkness, forming the words "Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss" in the sky.

Lively music sounded in the auditorium, and the spotlight lit up the stage again.

Different from the empty situation just now, there are three more people on the stage now.

Harley stood in the center of the stage, flanked by Roland and Rolph.

That's right, in addition to Harley and Rolan, Kyle also deceived Mr. Newt's grandson into lameness.

Kyle deliberately placed a magic crystal in front of the stage that could record images, intending to record this dance video.

At that time, you can give it to Professor Snape and Mr. Newt.

I don’t know if Mr. Newt will have a heart attack when he sees his grandson turning into a granddaughter.

Harley and Roland wore wizard robes with a strong Japanese style. The floral patterns on them looked delicate and grand, and the wide sleeves made them look fairy-like.

The thick-soled black boots on their feet invisibly increased their height by a lot.

Under the spotlight, Harry's long white legs shone with a different kind of allure, so much so that Draco could hardly open his eyes.

He watched, unconsciously entranced, until Pansy next to him fiercely grabbed the soft flesh around his waist.

Compared with Harley and Roland, who had their long legs exposed, the Scamanders' favorite granddaughter, Rolph, was dressed much more conservatively.

After all, it was only the first time for Rolf to dress up as a woman, so she still looked shy when it came to choosing costumes for performances.

As the three "girls" on the stage turned their wrists gracefully and tactfully, the people in the auditorium were unknowingly immersed in the magical dance and music of the Pure Land.

"When the bright moon rises."

"I carry a lantern with a burning candle."

…

Three and a half minutes passed in a blink of an eye without even realizing it.

At the end of the performance, Dumbledore was the first to applaud.

The whole auditorium burst into warm applause.

The dazzling lights illuminated the entire stage, revealing the four fathers who silently accompanied the instruments using magic to control the instruments in the background, as well as the lead singers of this performance - Hannah and Hermione.

Kyle stood up from his seat, greeted the warm applause, and waved around.

When he looked up at the teacher's desk, he saw...

Snape is actually wiping his nose???

Are you afraid of a nosebleed?

Kyle suddenly knew what gift to give this perverted old bat this Christmas.

He quickly jumped up to the paparazzi-mad Colin Creevey.

"Did you see that old bat on the stage? What do you think, think of a way to fuck him... no, just take a picture of him."

Click!

Click!

Sensing the light of the flash, Snape turned his head after wiping his nosebleed, and his eyes immediately caught Kyle standing next to Colin with a bright smile.

Snape's face darkened. If he hadn't asked Kyle for help, he could guarantee that Kyle would never see the sun the next day.

After the performance, Harley and Roland moved towards the door despite the scorching gazes from the audience, while nodding and smiling at everyone who looked at them.

Although they knew that everyone was mainly attracted by their wonderful performances, Harley and Roland always felt that there was something strange about this kind of gaze.

So they wanted to quickly go back to their lounge to change into their own clothes and regain their original male bodies.

After a long time, Ron opened the door of the auditorium in panic.

"Professor McGonagall! Professor Dumbledore! Something happened!"

Hearing Ron's panicked shouts, the playing skeleton dance troupe stopped.

Everyone looked at Ron at the door of the auditorium.

Faced with so many eyes at the same time, Ron, who was extremely nervous, stumbled and said: "Mrs. Norris, she seems to be dead on the third floor of the castle!"

Filch, the castle administrator and senior cat slave, immediately let out a shrill wail.

He stumbled away from the crowd and ran towards the third floor of the castle that Ron mentioned.

Because Mrs. Norris is his beloved cat.

No one had the intention to continue attending the dinner, and everyone followed Filch towards the crime scene on the third floor of the castle.

In a corridor on the third floor, Mrs. Norris was hung on a torch bracket inserted into the wall, her body as stiff as a board, her eyes wide open, staring straight at her.

There was a pool of water on the ground next to it, and Harry, who had just returned from the Gryffindor common room, was standing next to it.

A row of words shines on the wall - the secret room has been opened, those who are enemies of the heir, beware.

When Kyle pushed through the crowd and came to the front, he saw Filch kneeling under the torch support. He covered his face with his hands and did not dare to look at Mrs. Norris, wailing loudly.

Dumbledore walked past him and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

"It must have been killed by a spell - probably a transformation torture spell."

Lockhart started talking nonsense as soon as he came up.

"I have seen others use this kind of spell many times. It's a pity that I was not there at the time. I happened to know the method to break the spell and could have saved it..."

Kyle stretched out his finger and poked Mrs. Norris in Dumbledore's hand. As Grindelwald II who was proficient in dark magic, he immediately saw the clues.

"Mrs. Norris is not dead."

Lockhart, who was still gushing, suddenly choked up.

"It's not dead, how is that possible? Its body has become so stiff..."

He turned around and found that it was Kyle who was speaking.

Then Lockhart's old habit of pretending suddenly broke out again.

"A little wizard like you likes to say something eye-catching. Compared with the professors' profound knowledge, you have to learn..."

Dumbledore interrupted him. If he hadn't interrupted, he was afraid that Lockhart would die ugly in a few days.

"Mrs. Norris is indeed not dead. She was cast under a very clever petrification spell. This is a very profound black magic."

"Ah! I think so too!" Lockhart changed his mind in a second.

Everyone around them had a look of disdain on their faces.

Being despised by so many people at the same time made Lockhart a little embarrassed, so he quickly changed the subject.

"My office is closest to here, Mr. Principal, it's upstairs. You can move over there and talk."