Chapter 33: The Halloween Feast

In the past few days when everyone is eagerly looking forward to Halloween, time can be said to be like a year, and it is clear that the hall has begun to prepare the costumes for the Halloween banquet, but they have to stay in the classroom honestly and continue to class.

In just three days, Patchoulie Norregui, a third-year witch, has become a rich and exciting part of her daily life.

He studied hard every morning and afternoon, and in the evenings he would be pulled into the Slytherin break room to learn dance with two other freshmen who were also learning to dance. I was so nervous that I couldn't even squeeze in a little time to read.

The only thing that comforted her busy heart was the fact that it was Slytherin's recognized best first-year student and book friend as she was teaching her to dance. Compared to the two guys who learn to dance with the same sex, at least she is facing an excellent opposite sex, at least she does not reject him in her heart.

"Yes, that's it, take your left foot first, twist your waist, spin ...... Well, that's it! It's done very well, and if you keep it up, tomorrow's dance party will be fine. ”

Sephiroth, who has personally instructed Pache in the dance, is very happy to announce that Patchoulie Norreki has come here this evening, the day before Halloween.

"Whew~ I'm really tired, I didn't expect that dancing alone requires this level of physical exertion."

Xiaokou opened her breath slightly, wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with her bare hands, and Patchouli almost turned into mud and sat down on the chair, but she couldn't get much better, compared to the mud, she could only say "although it is not far away".

Liliang, who has been suffering from asthma since childhood, should be careful not to cause breathing difficulties when moving, and relies on magic for almost everything, rather than Patchouli, who has been "abused" since childhood, and her physique is weaker than Harry, who has been "abused" since childhood. Just the ordinary consumption of learning to dance is an overload of physical labor for her.

However, it is better to achieve such results, and it is not in vain that her hard work these days has been practiced, you must know that in order to practice dancing well, she has even taken out the time to read.

This is already an extremely rare thing for Pachuali, who is known as "you can only feel yourself next to the book, and you can't do anything without the book".

"Finally, it's over, tomorrow, hold on, pass tomorrow, tomorrow, then, it's okay, recover, once, live."

Patchouli, who was constantly panting and couldn't even breathe, even if she tried to say a word, she would become such an intermittent appearance because of her breathing, but fortunately, the people next to her could still know what she wanted to say.

After a brief rest, the exhausted Pache left without hesitation, ignoring Sephiroth's enthusiasm, regaining the strength to walk, and the soft, warm bed in the Ravenclaw lounge was now more attractive than any book.

In the dark of night, countless students lay on their beds and fell asleep with anticipation. In the dream, there seems to be a strong pumpkin fragrance around me, and the smell of Halloween is getting heavier and heavier.

"Woo! I thought it was a dream...... Is it true? ”

As soon as he got up, Sephiroth found that not only the classrooms and corridors of Hogwarts, but also the Slytherin common room, the cellar at the bottom, were filled with a strong smell of boiled pumpkins. No wonder I had that strange dream last night, and I almost drowned in pumpkin juice after swimming for a night!

Finally, this day came, looking forward to Halloween in the evening, and the students were a little absent-minded.

During the day, the anticipation of students and professors flew by, and finally waited for the sun to go down, and the Halloween banquet finally arrived as scheduled.

Hogwarts, the house of wizards and wizards, is once again in a carnival today.

As soon as I got out of class, I could smell the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin wafting through the hallway, and the restaurant had completely changed its appearance. Decorated with Halloween costumes, black bats flying on the ceiling, giant jack-o-lanterns floating in the air, and even the ghosts of Hogwarts happily join the parade.

The delicacies suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like at the opening banquet.

Students from the four academies flocked to the table in their own academies.

"Welcome to Halloween at Hogwarts, so enjoy the festivities now."

In the professorship, Dumbledore held his wand high and spewed a few fireworks, adding a bit of festivity to Halloween.

"Oh!!!"

"Pumpkin pie is so sweet."

"The meatloaf tastes good, too."

The students all opened their bellies and raced the food on the table into their mouths, crumbs falling from their hands and mouths to the table from time to time, needless to say, these guys were the Gryffindor hot-blooded lions.

On the other side, at the table most distant from Gryffindor, the aristocratic boys in all dresses were enjoying their food in an orderly manner with knives and forks. Although they were more excited than ever, they had firmly adhered to the so-called aristocratic demeanor.

"Chief, bring your dance partners, and let's go."

With a wave of his wand, Snape's melodious music played back in the dining room, and the neatly arranged tables in the middle of the dining room slid to the left and right, and the central seat suddenly vacated.

"Come on, let's dance to our heart's content, Pache Senpai."

Coming to the Ravenclaw table, Sephiroth bowed and stretched out his hand to the beautiful girl with purple hair and purple clothes.

"Hmm."

Patchouli's face was not painted with a gaudy outfit like everyone else, she looked like she was without makeup, with a reddish touch, and she didn't know how much more beautiful than those girls with heavy makeup.

Sephiroth could feel the malice coming from the four tables behind him, almost killing him...... No, it should be said that it is a gaze of envy, jealousy and hatred.

It's been said before, Pache Senpai is a beautiful girl at the school flower level of Hogwarts, not only good looking, good at studying, but also very gentle and steady, this time she was taken the lead by a freshman like Sephiroth, I don't know how many boys' hearts have been broken.

In the middle of the cafeteria, the seven Slytherin chiefs were ready.

Not surprisingly, it was Dumbledore in command. Using his wand as a baton, Dumbledore slowly pulled off the overture.

Seven pairs of dancers began to dance, spinning and dancing in their arms.

When he wrapped his arms around Pache Senior's thin waist, Sephiroth could feel the beautiful woman in his arms tremble slightly for a moment, but he quickly calmed down, and if it weren't for his more sensitive senses, ordinary people probably wouldn't have noticed it.

Not comfortable with contact with the opposite sex? In other words, I was the first to hold her.

Embracing the soft and boneless purple-haired senior sister into his arms and dancing, Sephiroth's eyes looked at the eyes of the beauty in his arms with a smile, and the eyes were as soft as autumn waves.

In the center of the hall, seven pairs of figures danced, the seven principals of Slytherin House and their dance partners.

The beautiful music sounded under the direction of the professor, and the gorgeous dance made all the students look at them with envy. They also fantasize about how nice it would be if they were one of the main characters there.

Unfortunately, even among all the students at Hogwarts, there are not many who can dance and dance well, and most of them are concentrated in Slytherin House.

As the Chiefs danced, more and more Slytherin students pulled their dance partners into the center of the hall and danced around the Principals. Soon, not only the Ravenclaw students joined in, but also the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students joined in the carnival.

Just as everyone was watching the dance in their hearts, Professor Quirrell staggered into the dining room, his large scarf crooked on his head and a look of horror on his face. Everyone stared at him, only to see him walk up to Professor Dumbledore's chair, lean back on the table, gasp and say, "The trolls - in the basement classroom - thought you should know. ”

With that, he fell headlong to the floor and passed out.

There was chaos in the restaurant. Professor Dumbledore had to make a few screeching fireworks explosions on his wand's head before everyone fell silent.

Naturally unable to continue the Halloween Ball, the Halloween Ball, which was dancing in the center of the hall, stopped.

Sephiroth felt a weight in his arms, and looked down to see that Patchouli was leaning into his arms like a hamster.

"It's okay, there are so many professors here."

Patting her on the back, Sephiroth comforted her softly.

After calming down Pachouli, Sephiroth cast a disdainful look at the professor who had passed out on the floor, the dignified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not a single troll was so frightened that he passed out, no matter how you look at it, it is too much.

"Prefect," Dumbledore said in a low voice, "bring the students of your house to the dormitories at once!"

Something happened!

Needless to say, none of the students who saw this would think it was acting, and it was definitely not a joke the professors played on Halloween.

"What are you kidding, how could a troll get into Hogwarts?"

Draco also danced in the middle of the restaurant with his dance partner in his arms, but he arrived too late, and in order to restrain the two foodies, Crabbe and Goyle, from eating too much at this time, he lost Slytherin's face, and when he entered the dance floor, the accident happened.

Of course, this made him quite unhappy!

"Don't worry about that, according to the headmaster, let's hurry back to the common room. The rest will be left to the professor to deal with, and with Professor Snape's strength, even Yujian trolls can easily solve it. ”

Sephiroth, who played his role as a gentleman, sent his dance partner Pache back to the Ravenclaw team, and then returned to Slytherin House to organize the first-year team.

Draco came to Sephiroth's side, seemingly desperate to say something.

"What's wrong, Draco?"

Sephiroth looked at him quizzically and asked in a whisper.