Of course, the venue for the celebration was chosen in the miniature castle of Hogwarts - Ilvermorny must have no intention of celebrating for them, even if they were so festive and enthusiastic that they would never dare to enjoy the feast for the Hogwarts wizards and wizards. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What kind of joke - this is not the situation in the novel, with the aura of the protagonist - the defeated enemy bowed his head and bowed down, a big guy, please accept my knees, or the little brother I will fall to the ground, if you don't promise me, I will kowtow to the god level of death.

Of course, it is a good situation to be a winner - but the reality is often cruel, and it is often not the younger brother who loses, but the hooligan.

Thankfully, the professors had kept the scene under control, otherwise Ilvermorny's wizards would have been beaten out - yes, Ilvermorny's, not Hogwarts'.

Although the number of Hogwarts is relatively small, but it can't stand the elite personnel, although they didn't lose the game, but they are holding back the fire - they are not dummies, and they don't know what a foul is when they watch Quidditch every year?

If it weren't for the fast interception of the professors, they would definitely have given the opposite side a taste of the ball game from Hogwarts****** and the other side was not Russian, what were they trying to do?

At the moment, Hogwarts Castle was decorated with colorful flowers - although it was supposed to be decorated with yellow and black, which symbolized Hufflepuff, the Hufflepuffs generously said that everyone was free to come, and everyone was happy when they won the game.

Under this concept, the whole castle was kept by the young wizards as if it had been changed - the original stone walls were covered with colorful ribbons, and the very center of the wall was forcibly transformed into a Hogwarts logo by the young wizards, and all kinds of decorations were hung by the young wizards on the ribbons hanging from the ceiling, and the whole hall was completely changed.

The castle, which had been lit by torches and candles, had a new source of light - it was the joint contribution of several Ravenclaw wizards, a few balls of light that glowed softly blue, and it was said that the Ravenclaws had invented magic for reading books at night - which made many young wizards scorn that Ravenclaw was a bunch of bookworms.

When Professor McGonagall returned to the castle after taking care of the whole thing, they were already stunned by the atmosphere of the castle hall - but just as they were surprised that the hall had completely changed style, a large number of streamers smashed into them - of course, inevitably out of selfishness, Professor Sprout had more streamers on his side.

No way, although Professor Sprout's usual good temper is known to the whole school, but normally speaking, how can any Hufflepuff dare to joke with the professor at will? If it weren't for the constant encouragement of that group of people, Allen and his gang would never have come to do such a tiger's whisker thing - En, yes, it's their pot.

"Alan, rest assured, the professors will never be angry - this is to share the joy of our victory with them! I promise, nothing will go wrong - don't believe me look at my sincere eyes!" - this was the persuasion of one of the Hufflepuff seniors.

As he said, the professors were not angry—even Professor Snape's year-old mean face—and there were private rumors that Professor Snape was a facial paralytic—did not show any signs of anger.

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to speak with a straight face with an irrepressible look of joy, dozens of wands suddenly raised in the air—and then, more ribbons and scraps of colored paper fell like a blizzard—and unlike the slower speed of the glass slag of its name, the ribbons fell so quickly that the person standing in front of them was covered in a thick layer before they could react.

Paralyzed, it's been reversed!

The city is deep - just when Alan and the others are happily preparing to make the professors wear ribbons under the pretext of celebration, they ignore the evil laughter of the people around them, who can tease the professor in the bright light.

The professors were meant to be brought in to celebrate, but how could they be let go so easily as winners?

When they were fooled into going to the professors, the rest of them were ready to take the back hand - the players have a reputation for victory, and they have it, besides, the law doesn't blame the public, does it?

As they expected, the professors were not blushing when they emerged from the ribbons they had woven that almost crushed people down—even Professor Snape had the usual cold faces—which was a good countenance, of course.

There was already a feast on the table - most of it was provided by the Hufflepuffs, and there was no way, no matter how strong the Hufflepuffs were, most of the senior Hufflepuffs did not run, and that was great cooking.

Compared to Gryffindor's group of explorer-loving guys (this expedition is the official version, not the bald version), Ravenclaw's bookworm attribute leads to forgetting time, Slytherins' power desire is excessive and neglects daily life, and Hufflepuffs who can cook a good dish are the most cute!

Wait, let us sneak two names off the list of show-offs - Leon Houston and Thelma Leung, the former because of his excessive culinary skills that have so far been forbidden for him to come within ten meters of the cooking place, and the latter because the little wizard is a good cook but wants to try anything - so she often makes some dark dishes or something.

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They were all happy together, but unfortunately, the sharp-eyed Alan still found the shadow under this group of harmony.

The young wizards present accounted for most of the people who participated in the exchange, and even if they were not familiar with everyone, Alan still easily knew from the wizards of the various houses who habitually sat separately that they had not come to sleep - the five empty chairs were all on the Slytherin side.

Judging by the morning, their hearts were still on Hogwarts - there was no doubt about that.

However, for them, Hogwarts and Dumbledore were not equal - there was no doubt about that.

Even at Hogwarts in Voldemort's time, there were still many pure-bloods who went to class, which has already shown the problem.

However, Alan naturally did not intend to be the spoiler, he raised the pumpkin juice in front of him and toasted half a glass with one of the players who had come to clink glasses - he was not old enough to drink alcohol because he was not old enough and the professor was present.

Whatever, the soldiers will come to block, and the water will cover the earth!