The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Regarding the Death Anniversary Party for the Undead, Tom commented that this is a rare experience in life and must be experienced once. Of course, experiencing it once is enough. The world of the dead is very different from the world of the living. If Tom had to choose, he would like to ask——

“Can I bring my own food?”

This is what he is most concerned about, because the undead's definition of food is a bit different from ordinary people like them. It was really difficult for him to give up the Halloween dinner with lights, candlelight and tempting food on gold plates to attend the death anniversary party, let alone the fact that he personally organized the party.

Nick was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, I actually forgot about this. Remember to bring some food. What we eat is a little different from what you eat."

Since you can bring your own food, Tom will naturally go, because as he said, participating in the death anniversary party of the dead is a very rare experience. It may only happen once in a lifetime. If you don't experience it, you may regret it for a long time - this is If you regret it for a month, don’t regret it for the rest of your life. But he has to be a little later because he has to attend the opening ceremony of the Halloween party.

"That's great, I'll come over." Tom accepted the invitation, and Harry nodded happily.

"One more thing, do you want to come to the auditorium to celebrate Halloween together?" Tom made a somewhat tempting suggestion, "A Halloween dinner would be perfect if there are ghosts!"

Nick's face showed a look of struggle and hesitation, and it was obvious that he was quite moved by this suggestion, but in the end he rejected Tom, "We who are dead are really not suitable to appear on that occasion...even if it is Halloween, You will understand after attending one of my parties."

After making an appointment, they parted ways and went about their own business: Nick had to prepare for his banquet, Harry had to hurry back to the lounge, and Tom had to go to Professor McGonagall for a pumpkin. .

When Tom found Professor McGonagall, she was transfiguring a suit of armor so that it could suddenly sing as people walked by.

"Pumpkin lanterns? I don't have any extra ones here. If Hagrid doesn't have any, you can go to the kitchen and ask for some pumpkins." Professor McGonagall took out a small bag, but when flipping it, the bag made a loud noise that was different in size. There was a matching sound, and she rummaged around and found that the pumpkin she had taken earlier had also been used up.

"Okay." Tom could only run to the kitchen. All the pumpkins in Hagrid's place were transformed into giant pumpkins. If he wanted to find ordinary pumpkins as big as two fists, he could only go to the Hogwarts kitchen.

Tom knew where the Hogwarts kitchens were. However, he did not publicize it in a big way. If too many people knew about the location, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble for the house elves there - they did not know how to refuse, and some little wizards did not know what moderation and respect were. The fruits of other people’s labor.

Tom went down the stairs and arrived near the Hufflepuff common room on the basement floor. He turned to a stone step and followed it to a wide stone corridor. Many torches were lit in the corridor, illuminating the surrounding area very brightly. As he approached this corridor, Tom's stomach couldn't help but growl, because it was decorated with greedy pictures everywhere, mainly depicting various kinds of food.

Tom walked over to a painting of a huge silver bowl filled with fruit. He stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear, which looked juicy at first glance. Pear chuckled, squirmed, and turned into a green doorknob. Tom took hold of it, swung the door open, and went in.

Behind the door is a large room with a high ceiling, which has the same layout as the auditorium on the upper level. In the middle are four wooden tables that are exactly the same as those of the four major colleges in the auditorium. It must be filled with delicacies during dinner time, and then pass through Magic teleports to the matching table above. Different from the auditorium, there are many gleaming copper pots and basins piled beside the stone wall, and there is a large brick fireplace corresponding to the teacher's seat.

A short figure ran towards him quickly, and bowed respectfully to him after arriving in front of him.

It's a house elf. He has big green eyes like ping pong balls, a nose as slender as a pencil, and a pair of bat-shaped ears. His fingers and feet are very slender.

He wore a tea towel with the Hogwarts crest on it. Like hundreds of other house elves here, he wore a tea towel wrapped around him as a robe, as a uniform.

"Can I help you in any way? Honorable Professor Lockhart." the house elf asked seriously.

"I need a hundred pumpkins, as big as two fists, to help me deliver them to the auditorium."

"Yes, sir!" He bowed to Tom again and curtsied.

He snapped his fingers, and Tom saw hundreds of pumpkins flying into the sky in the warehouse, sinking into the ceiling and disappearing.

"Professor Lockhart would you like a midnight snack?" he asked loudly in a high-pitched voice.

"OK."

Before he finished speaking, two house elves hurried up carrying a large silver tray with a teapot, a cup, a plate of fresh meat sandwiches and a plate of kebabs.

Tom left with a bag full of cream puffs, pies, sandwiches and kebabs.

Back in the auditorium, Tom saw a hundred pumpkins piled neatly on the Ravenclaw table. He took out his wand and started making jack-o'-lanterns.

After more than an hour, Tom carved the pumpkin lanterns and installed a candle in each lamp, which can emit warm light when lit.

"Girod, how are the preparations?" Professor McGonagall walked in from outside the door, "Do you need my help?" Seeing the pumpkin lanterns piled on the table, Professor McGonagall praised: "It looks really good. .”

She waved her magic wand, and hundreds of jack-o-lanterns flew up one after another and landed neatly on the dining tables of each college.

[Anniversary Celebration (Act 3) Completed]

After taking a look at the layout of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall was very satisfied. "I also have a notebook here that records my experience in transfiguration. If you need it, take it."

Professor McGonagall left a brown-covered notebook on the table and drifted away.

Tom picked up the notebook.

[Professor McGonagall’s Charms Notes (four stars): Minerva McGonagall’s understanding of Transfiguration, the notebook itself still has room for improvement, and careful study will be of great benefit to the improvement of Transfiguration]

It was already getting late, so Tom put away his notes and went back to the office to rest - he also wanted to read and finish his paper. He planned to finish what he was doing in two days and then start reading the notes of McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to break through the levels of Charms and Transfiguration.

Although it is unlikely that Filch will go out on night patrol tonight - he is ill and needs to rest, but the young wizards do not know this, they still maintain their inertia and never step out of the common room door during curfew time .

At this time, in the Ravenclaw girls' dormitory, several good friends were chatting about one thing or another.

"He~Min~Min~" Su Li had finished washing at this time and was sitting slumped in an armchair wearing a nightgown. The smell of salted fish on his body seemed to be overflowing, "How is your paper writing going? ah?"

"I've finished writing. I plan to show it to the professor tomorrow." Hermione was combing her hair with a delicate silver comb. Today she went to see Tom. After knowing that Tom was going to decorate the auditorium, she didn't bother him anymore. Instead, she spent the day in the library and finished the paper that Tom assigned her.

At this time, she had finished her busy day and took off her heavy wizard robe and coat, as well as her shoes and socks, leaving only a few close-fitting clothes, exposing a large area of ​​white and tender skin. But she didn't care. After all, this was a girls' dormitory, and the roommates were all real girls - although they were even more lustful than the boys.

"Fuck!"

"What?"

"Did you finish writing?!"

After hearing the explosive news, the roommates were so frightened that they jumped up from their chairs and beds.

Some of them haven’t even written an outline! Turns out Hermione had already written the first draft!

"Who are you grouping with?" Sue Li frowned and noticed something unusual: She remembered that she didn't see Hermione's name when filling out the form? None of my roommates had heard of anyone being in a group with Hermione.

"I'll be in a group by myself."

The other roommates were shocked when they heard this: How could they finish writing the thesis so quickly by working alone? Hermione was no longer within the scope of what ordinary wizards could understand.

Sue Lee has a slightly different focus: Alone? In other words...because Yodel is in the hospital, Hermione would rather work in a group by herself than work on a project with others?

Hit it, hit it! After thinking about this, Su Li had an intracranial orgasm directly in her brain. Her face turned red and she let out a strange "hey hey" laugh, as if she had a sudden illness.

Hermione glanced at this strange roommate and really couldn't understand her brain circuit. He jumped off the stool, ran to the bed with his bare feet, put on his dog-head slippers, and ran to the bathroom to wash up.

"Sorry," Hermione finished washing up. When she came out of the girls' bathroom, she almost bumped into a stumbling figure. The figure ignored her and opened the door directly and walked into the bathroom.

Hermione recognized her. She remembered that the girl was a freshman, and her name seemed to be...Victoria?

Hermione shook her head. "That kid looks terrible," she thought.

"Please...please let me go..." As soon as she entered the bathroom, Victorique suddenly collapsed on the floor and started crying. She was extremely scared these days: large sections appeared in her memory. The time I spent sleeping was getting longer and longer every day. Sometimes I felt like I had already gotten up, but my body was out of my control.

The most terrifying thing happened. She wanted to tell Professor Flitwick about her changes today, but she lost control of her body just as she stood up.

No matter how slow she was, she knew she was in trouble.