Most of the third-year Hogwarts students expected that today would be the perfect day, setting off for Hogsmeade during the day to see the atmosphere of the Enchanted Village, and the older students had a lot to say about Hogsmeade, such as Duke Honey's Candy Shop, and Jokowi's Magical Joke Shop, the former for foodies, the latter for mischievous people like the Weasley twins, and many other types of shops to suit almost every student's needs. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When they had their fill, the school prepared a Halloween dinner for all the students, and the auditorium was hung with hundreds of jack-o-lanterns, a swarm of bats fluttering with wings, and many orange streamers spitting flames, which floated lazily under the ceiling like brilliant water snakes, and it was a feast for the students to feast on, even though their bellies might have been filled with candy from Duke Honey, but the tempting food still tempted their appetites.

All if they can sleep peacefully at night.

Shortly after the end of the party, an accident occurred, and in a nutshell, Blake had infiltrated Hogwarts by some means, but was stopped by the fat lady's command, and in a fit of rage, he tore up the portrait, and the fat lady fled.

All the students were gathered together, and the teachers were responsible for searching the entire castle until the moment was safe, and the students were allowed to return to their dormitories, in the auditorium, rows of sleeping bags were neatly arranged, but the students in the sleeping bags were not quiet, they had not yet adjusted to the festive atmosphere, they were whispering, discussing the murderer who had escaped from prison.

"How did he get in?" asked Pansy in a whisper, she was so drunk that she missed the dinner that night, and slept in her dorm until now that she woke up, and was driven here.

"His goal is not you, you can sleep in peace. Malfoy whispered, and he saw several silver ghosts floating over, and several prefects who were in charge of maintaining order also walked to this side.

"Once again, I warn you that tonight we may be dealing with a vicious murderer, and a dark wizard who has been under the influence of the Dementors for more than a decade, and you can't expect him to have sanity, so please shut your wriggling mouths, maybe he will be able to tell where someone is by sound. An upperclass prefect spoke, his tone full of seriousness and even some threatening words.

This statement worked well, and all the students in the auditorium immediately fell silent.

All the students at Hogwarts tonight fell asleep looking at the starry ceiling.

By the next day, the vandalized portrait of the Fat Lady had been removed from the wall, and in its place was a portrait of Sir Cadogan and his fat grey pony. No one is happy about this. Sir Cadogan spends half of his time challenging people and asking them to duel him. The rest of the time was spent figuring out ridiculously complicated passwords, which he had to change twice a day.

There was an objection to this, but there was no more suitable candidate other than him, as the other portraits were also afraid.

After Black's invasion, perhaps by coincidence, the weather also got worse and worse, which was not good news for the first Quidditch match to be played next Saturday.

"They're just like us, they're going through the same wind, they're going through the rain, they're going through any unknown difficulties, we're all playing on the same pitch, you tell me, are Gryffindors afraid to play on fair terms?" said Wood on the pitch as he mobilised his team-mates before the fight.

"No!" the Gryffindor team roared in unison, and at the same time, Angelina, one of the girls who was the pursuer, struck a Quaffle with a waffle, and the Quaffle echoed the ring.

Harry felt like he was in a mixture of excitement, excitement, and panic. Wood's numerous hints about his importance in the team during his usual training made him a little scared, always afraid that something would go wrong with him, and finally he couldn't perform at his normal level in the previous training.

Looking at Wood's eyes eager to win, and so that he could lift the Quidditch Cup with his own hands, Harry tried desperately to calm himself down and cherish the last few days of training before the decisive battle.

A golden bolt of lightning streaked past him, and Harry keenly felt that he had inherited his father's talent, a brilliant Seeker, and he made the Halo 2000 under him speed up, depressing his body, and shifting his center of gravity forward, and the Golden Snitch was getting closer and closer to him until it was within reach.

"Well done, Harry, this is the feeling, if you keep that feeling and play against those Slytherins, I promise you won't be able to do it for three minutes and the game will be over. Wood flicked one of the Bludgers away from him and flew over to Harry on his broomstick, cheering him on again.

Harry had easily caught the golden snitch passing by, and his confidence had skyrocketed.

'It's just training, it's all our own guys on the pitch. Harry said loudly, only then could the sound break through the wind and reach Wood's ears.

"As for that Slytherin Seeker, it's no different if you don't play, haven't you forgotten that the last time we played Slytherin, didn't you settle the fight in a few minutes? ”

"What if Malfoy played?" Harry couldn't bear to dismiss Wood's excitement, but he still made his own guess, but he quickly regretted it, as he noticed that Wood's face was frighteningly dark.

"Guys, I think we'll have to talk about strategy again. Wood's right hand was raised in the air, clenched into a fist, a sign sign that their team was suspending training.

Then the Gryffindor team members returned from the sky to land.

"Let's go, let's go to the lounge to talk. Wood's throat was a little dry, and with a wave of his hand, he led his players back to the break room after their daily training day.

Compared to the cold brought by the cold winds that blow from time to time, it is extremely warm, and the charcoal in the fireplace is burned red, exuding a scorching heat.

Just after Wood finished his opinion, the players also seemed to have a different opinion.

"I'm against it. It was a girl who spoke, her name was Angelina, she was tall, and she was one of Gryffindor's current chasers, "We have no reason to be afraid of a student who has basically never played in person, there is not much training time left, there is no need for us to waste more time for the sake of a possibility." Angelina raised her objections almost immediately after hearing this.

"I think so too. Now it was George and Fred who were talking, and they were both in unison, and they didn't see their usual grins at all, and they didn't make any more gags.

Wood's answer also stirred up Wood's blood, and he swung his powerful fist fiercely: "Yes, we are still afraid of that kid, no matter what the situation, we will win in the end!" )