All the little lions are actively grabbing points to prevent being beaten on the pillar of historical shame.

Professor McGonagall is a dignified person, and her professional ethics require her to be fair and impartial.

Even though Gryffindor deducted so many points, she still maintained her usual request for extra points and did not deliberately favor the little lions.

However, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teachers all gave Gryffindor points favoritly, especially Professor Flitwick.

But even so, Gryffindor's score is still stubbornly moving closer to the historical record.

Professor Snape's combat power is too strong, he is stronger than six people alone, and he has no bottom line!

Gryffindor was hoping that William would be able to hospitalize Snape again, but Snape was eight meters away from Marietta when he was in Potions class.

In such an atmosphere, the stench slowly dissipated, and it was Halloween.

On Halloween Eve, they woke up to the smell of roasted pumpkins wafting through the hallway.

Professor Flitwick announced in his magic class that he thought they could start making objects fly.

Ever since they saw William save Charpy, their classmates have been eager to try this skill.

Professor Flitwick divided the class into groups of two to begin the training.

"Well, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training on!" Professor Flitwick stood on top of his pile of books as usual and shrieked. "Shake it, remember, shake it."

It was not easy to do, Cho and Marietta shook and shook and did it over and over again, but the feather that should have been sent into the air by them still lay motionless on the floor.

In a fit of rage, Marcos stabbed his wand at the feather, which caught fire - fortunately, Professor Flitwick had been prepared to prevent a fire.

"It's also very important to pronounce the spell accurately - don't forget the wizard Barufeo, who said the 'f' to the 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest."

"Of course, anyone who has read the Daily Prophet of Summer Vacation will know that Mr. Stark made a mistake in Diagon Alley.

Poor Malfoy's child, hoping that his head would not be affected, the Daily Prophet said that the child had developed a resistance to magic. ”

Towards the end of the lesson, Professor Flitwick asked William to show him the Bison Charm, and everyone applauded.

With the arrival of Halloween, decorations are everywhere, and the auditorium is filled with hundreds of jack-o-lanterns, as well as a school of fluttering bats and many flame-spitting orange streamers that float lazily beneath the ceiling like brilliant water snakes.

The dinner was sumptuous, and the delicacies suddenly appeared on the golden plates, just like at the beginning of the school party, and everyone devoured them.

Dumbledore was wearing a purple robe and was telling a joke, but none of the teachers in the chair were laughing, which made him a little embarrassed.

Professor McGonagall grimaced, feeling particularly bad at the thought that Gryffindor was about to set the lowest record.

Snape ate the potatoes slowly, occasionally scanning his eyes through the crowd.

He's still looking for the criminal gang that wrote him love letters!

Professor Tywin looked frustrated, discussing the spell with Professor Flitwick, and there seemed to be a place that stumped him.

Hagrid, who had always responded to Dumbledore, seemed to be in a state of disengagement, holding a bottle of mead and drinking it tons by tons.

But that didn't make him happy.

According to the latest news from the Daily Prophet, the Ministry of Magic has declared Malfoy innocent and claims to have found the suspect and is about to be arrested!

The dinner was in full swing, and in the middle of the session, Filch suddenly pushed the door open and rushed into the restaurant.

His floral mask was crooked on his chin, and his face was full of horror, and everyone was staring at him.

His face was flushed, his speed did not slow down in the slightest, his pace staggered, and he almost tripped over his chair.

He walked over to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned back on the table, gasped, and stammered, "The Aurors - a large number of Aurors have broken in - we are surrounded by the Aurors. ”

The cafeteria erupted in chaos, and Professor Dumbledore stood up, the tip of his wand making a few piercing fireworks explosions before everyone fell silent.

Hagrid shuddered like chaff and popped the glass bottle in his hand with one hand, and the liquid splashed Professor Tywin's head.

This loud sound was extremely harsh in the quiet auditorium.

Everyone looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid shuddered, "I'...... I don't want ...... Go to Azkaban ......"

A smile tugged at the corner of Snape's mouth, he glanced at Dumbledore, and said in a gloating tone: "It seems that our key keeper has done something bold again, hehe, I don't know if the headmaster knows ......"

Dumbledore frowned, and said in a low voice, "Prefect, lead the students of your house to the dormitory immediately!" ”

Percy, who is an honor student, spontaneously stands up and prepares to help the Gryffindor prefect.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-graders, and don't be afraid, as long as you do what I tell you! Okay, follow me closely. Get out of the way, the first graders are going to pass! I beg your pardon, I'm an honor student! ”

But before everyone had left the table, the door to the hall was pushed open again.

Filch's description is inaccurate, and it's not just the Aurors coming...... At the forefront of the pack was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was stocky, stocky, with messy gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

His clothes were a strange hodgepodge: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cape, purple pointed-toe boots, and a dark green top hat on his head.

Behind Fudge, followed by two Aurors.

One of them, a tall, balding, dark-skinned wizard, wore a gold earring on one ear.

The other looks strong and has stiff straight hair left short.

Marietta whispered, "It's Kingsley Shackle and Dallux, I've heard my mom mention it." ”

Marietta's mother works for the Magical Transportation Division's Floo Network Authority, and is considered a wizard in the system.

Fudge walked up to Dumbledore, tucked his dark green top hat under his arm, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore sat still, while the Minister for Magic stood by like a minion.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore, and he actually started to get nervous.

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