Today's auditorium is even more fantastical and gorgeous than ever.

As Harry and the others entered, the walls around the auditorium were covered with weeping ribbons of holly and mistletoe.

The candles that had been floating in mid-air turned all of them ice blue, and they were also burning with blue flames, and from time to time, a few snowflakes would fall from the flames of the candles.

"That's cool!" Ron on the side looked at the scenery in the auditorium with an obsessive expression, and the boy's mouth was wide open, and it was estimated that both eggs were stuffed.

But soon the boy's face became unsightly,

"Why is there him there?" Ron muttered under his breath.

Apparently he had spotted William, who was following Professor Flitwick and helping him set up the Great Hall. For some reason, Ron had a very irritating urge when he saw William.

"This is the last tree, Professor Flitwick."

Harry and the others came in with Hagrid, the Hogwarts hunting ground warden. Holding a fir tree, he shouted at Professor Flitwick.

"Thank you, Hagrid, can you put the trouble in the corner over there?"

Professor Flitwick was using his wand to spew strings of golden bubbles hanging from the branches in front of him, conjuring up small pillars of shiny Xiaoice.

"How about the last tree to you, William?"

"Really, Professor Flitwick?" William looked at the professor's arrangement on the side, and his hands were already a little itchy.

"Of course, I'd like to see how well your spells are used."

The two men laughed and walked to the last tree, and Professor Flitwick stepped back, motioning for William to start his show.

For a moment, William felt as if all eyes in the Great Hall were on him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before waving his wand.

Everyone in the auditorium was surprised to find that the color of the fir tree in front of William began to slowly turn blue, and at the same time, the material of the entire fir tree was constantly changing, becoming transparent little by little.

A few drops of sweat dripped from William's forehead, and this was the first time he had tried to deform an object of this size. William didn't expect to do it all at once.

Instead, he divides the metamorphosis into several stages, gradually changing the shape of the fir. I have to say that this is still quite tiring.

Finally, as the last magic fell, the little wizards found that the fir in front of William had turned into a dark blue ice sculpture that indicated crystal clearness.

"Dark blue ice? Very good imagination and transfiguration, William. ”

Professor McGonagall on the side exclaimed. While William was concentrating on casting spells, he didn't realize that before he knew it, he was surrounded by a circle of wizards.

"It's a no-fringer than you, Professor." William modestly responded,

"I once read a travelogue about a lake called Baikal in the far east. Since there are very few impurities in the lake water, when winter comes, the lake water will be frozen into blue ice, like blue crystal. ”

William gasped for breath a little, then picked up his wand and continued to do it, first following Professor Flitwick's example, using his wand to conjure up strings of bubbles and hang them on the tree.

However, unlike Professor Flitwick, William changed the color of the bubbles to blue, which complemented the dark blue ice sculpture in front of him.

Then William continued to wave his wand, adding some wonderful little spells to it.

Snowflakes continue to fall from the small Xiaoice pillars hanging from the branches, and a puff of white smoke slowly rises from the ground, making the Christmas tree look like a wonderful treasure only found in fairy tales.

"Maybe next Christmas, the school can run a Christmas tree-making competition where students from all four houses participate, and then the principal and professors will choose the best work."

William, who had done all this, put down his wand in his hand. Turning back to Professor McGonagall, he suggested.

"That's a good idea, I'll report it to Dumbledore in a moment, it's going to be very helpful in raising the students' enthusiasm for Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall was clearly interested in this kind of creative competition.

"Don't look for me, Minerva. There's no reason to say no to this kind of dynamic game. A loud voice rang out in the distance, and Professor Dumbledore stepped into the hall.

He walked towards William's work, and the crowd around him spontaneously moved out of the way.

"You always surprise me, William. I also think it makes sense to hold such a competition. ”

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"How many days do you have until you have the holidays?" Hagrid looked into the distance, his height and could see it very clearly without having to lean over, and asked Harry and the others who were standing there and not joining in the fun.

"There's one day off in hand." Ron took the conversation absentmindedly

"Why did he get out of the limelight, isn't there anything he is not good at?" The boy whispered to the few people around him.

"Because he is indeed a very talented wizard, but there are also things that he is not good at." Hagrid stood by and looked at William in the distance, and spoke to Ron.

"Really? What can't he do? Ron's voice sounded a little excited.

"It's not impossible, what I want to say is, it's better than me. William is not as knowledgeable as I am in animal breeding, otherwise why would he have put the golden eagle with me? ”

It was not obvious that Hagrid was such a braggart man, and he was bragging to Harry and the others.

"Did you see that? How well did that golden eagle take care of me? It's a few laps bigger than before, and it has a pair of sharp claws. ”

For Hagrid, who loves dangerous animals, the sharp teeth and claws of the animals are what he thinks are the most beautiful thing about them.

"Who is Nick Lemay?" Harry asked coldly.

"Nick Lemay is a good friend of Dumbledore, he is, Harry!" Hagrid subconsciously spoke, but he quickly reacted,

"Why are you still paying attention to him, didn't I say, whether it's Nick Lemay or the big dog guarding it, it has nothing to do with you."

"But we just want to know who Nick Lemay really is, and we don't have any other idea." Hermione said to Hagrid in a sincere tone.

"Or you tell us, Hagrid, lest we're going to bother. We've gone through more than a hundred books, and we haven't even found a shadow of him. ”

"No, Harry. I'm not going to tell you anything. Hagrid said dryly, turned and walked outside.

"What now? Hagrid was reluctant to tell us either. Ron asked the two of them,

"I always felt like I'd heard the name somewhere." Harry felt like he had seen the name somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it, which made the boy scratch his head in annoyance.

"I don't believe it, we can't find a single Nick Lemay in the library, let's go to the library and look for it."

Hermione glanced at William in the distance as he was surrounded by the crowd, then turned and pulled Harry and Ron with a pained expression and walked towards the library.

"No, Hermione! Do you want to go to the library the day before the holiday? ”

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