Two hours later, when Hermione made her way from the library to Hagrid's cabin, she saw Egg riding on Hagrid's shoulder, and the two of them were singing...

The little girl felt really bad, and she was obviously drunk when she looked at the two of them.

As soon as he saw Hermione enter the house, Egg immediately smiled and leaned over, with a hint of rosy on his pale little face, and kissed Hermione on the little lips.

Hermione's face was on fire, and the anger that had been caused by Egg's drinking suddenly dissipated.

Sitting uncomfortably on the big dilapidated bed in Hagrid's cabin, Hermione's striped stockings calves flicked one by one, not knowing what to think, and smiling shyly.

On the side, Egg and Hagrid were still drinking five or six, and from time to time they attacked Voldemort.

"Village-level terrorists!" Egg said with his tongue wide open, his head dizzy.

"Self-righteous madman!" Hagrid's face turned red, and his black beetle-like eyes narrowed slightly: "If our Iger had been born fifty years earlier, what would have happened to him!" ”

"That's it!" Egger smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes silently, huh, man...

When a few people came to the auditorium, the sky was already as dark as ink, and the second half of the year in England was very short, and the sky was usually dark at five or six o'clock.

This year's Halloween seems to be more lively than last year, especially Hagrid made pumpkins, the big ones can sit three or four people in it, Egg was still a little unsober at this time, smiled at the big pumpkin and Hermione discussed whether to get a pumpkin cart, Hermione wasted a lot of effort to get Egg to the long table, Neville on the side came over curiously.

"What's wrong with Egger?"

"Drink too much!" Hermione said angrily.

Egger shook his head: "I didn't drink much... It's just a little dizzy, please help me get some chilled lemon juice thank you..."

Hermione snorted, reached into Egger's arms, and took out a small bottle for Egger to fill, and Egger's ears suddenly whined like a steam train.

A burst of warmth hit, Egg's originally pale face also became red and bright, the alcohol on his body disappeared suddenly, and he looked at Hermione energetically: "You are really my sweet little pants..."

Hermione's face turned red with anger, and she turned her head embarrassedly, and then saw Fred and George, who were frowning not far away, snorted, grabbed a piece of baked potatoes and took a bite hard: "If you drink so much, I won't care about you!" ”

"Hmm... What about Harry and Ron? Why didn't he come? Egg forcibly diverted Hermione's attention.

"I was in the common room when I heard him say he was going to Nick's death party...", Neville whispered, "I don't know if they're going to celebrate or mourn..."

"Probably... Is it a celebration? Iger said with some skepticism, "The ghosts' death party is not fun at all... I attended the Fat Friar last year, and oh my god, it was a nightmare! ”

"There are hundreds of ghosts crammed into a small dance hall, and the room is cold, and accidentally passing through any ghost is like pouring a bucket of cold water on his head..."Egg's ears were still smoking, and he muttered in his mouth: "They still talk about their own deaths, and the year they died, and the youngest ghost I have ever seen was when he was studying the toilet, cast a spell on the toilet, and accidentally drowned in the toilet, until he became a ghost, and there was a transparent toilet hanging from his head..."

Hermione on the side couldn't help but giggle when she heard Egg's words, and rolled her eyes coquettishly.

In front of the Great Hall, more than a dozen pale skeletons were dancing, this was Dumbledore's scheduled skeleton dance troupe, and there were students cheering around from time to time, Fred dragged a skeleton and tried to throw fireworks into people's mouths, but was glared back by Professor McGonagall's eyes...

Snape was wearing a big black robe today, with red clouds fluttering on the robe... That's right, Egger made a special custom Akatsuki uniform version of the wizard's robe in Lady Morkin two days ago, not to mention, the red clouds floating around on it are quite beautiful...

The Great Hall was bustling with noise as the doors opened, and Ron and Harry made their way to the long Gryffindor table with pale faces.

"Looks like Nick's dinner didn't bring you any fun?" Eggle looked at the two of them and asked, "I saw Dobby and them trying to stink a large plate of sheep entrails the other night, and made the peanuts wet in the hope that they would be moldy, I guess it must be the food at Nick's dinner." ”

"You guessed it," Harry grimaced, retching from time to time, "Can you cast a spell on my feet?" I'm about to freeze..."

"I suggest you drink a little mead... Okay, I'll give you a warm-up charm..."Egg saw Hermione's eyes beside him and quickly stopped, and took his wand and tapped it on the top of their heads, and Harry suddenly felt warm on his body, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At night, the feast continued in the Gryffindor common room, Egger held down a salamander, Fred stuffed a few fireworks into the salamander's mouth, as soon as Iger let go, the salamander suddenly soared into the air, whistling and flying over the common room, and there was a burst of cheers in the room, the house crackled and splashed fireworks caused a burst of screams, and finally, the salamander shot into the fireplace like a leaky balloon...

"We need some more mead!" Fred stood in his chair in a Quidditch uniform and roared debaviously.

"Anyone who wants some late-night snack?" George roared with excitement on his face, and his arms suddenly raised one by one, and the twin brothers immediately looked at Egg expectantly.

Egger sighed helplessly, seeing that the two of them should not go to the kitchen in person, so he had to say hello to the two of them, and turned around and walked out of the common room.

A few minutes later, in the corridor of the castle, a black cat stalked silently, and there was a sound of scolding and sobbing not far away, and Iger ran around the corner and stretched his head curiously.

"As I said, I've been studying with Professor Flitwick, and the professor has allowed me to go back to the common room later—" A little blonde girl sobbed and wiped tears from her eyes, and Egg looked at the other's uniform, which was from Slytherin's house.

"I don't believe it!" Filch glared and shouted roughly: "Don't try to escape punishment, I should have hung you students who violated the rules on the roof of the shed and whipped them with an iron whip, but unfortunately I won't let it now, you just wait!" ”

As he spoke, Filch reached out and grabbed the girl by the hair, trying to drag her to Snape's office.

"Wait a minute—" Egger walked out leisurely, looking at Filch and frowning slightly.

"Ahh Another little on a night tour..."Filch looked at Iger with glee.

"Keep your mouth clean, just a squib, who gave you the confidence to scold me?" Egger's face darkened suddenly, and he stepped forward and slapped Filch in the face.

"You dare to hit me?" Filch covered his face and roared, his eyes bloodshot and wanted to reach out to grab Egger, and then he retracted his hand in some horror, Iger was right, he was a squib, and at most he could only rely on the professor's face to fake the tiger.

"The whole castle is mine, and I'm still the acting professor of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class..."Egg snorted, "Why wouldn't I dare hit you?" Aren't you afraid of death if the Squib provokes the wizard? Well? ”

Iger squinted at Filch, "I don't have the right to decide whether the professors go or stay, but I think it's easy to get a squib out of the wall patrol at night, Filch, are you too presumptuous?" ”

Filch looked at Egger in a panic, his lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse: "You... You can't do that..."

"Why can't I?" Egg sneered, looked at Filch with gloomy eyes, and his tone was gloomy and fast: "I hope you can understand a truth, what I hate the most is the kind of person who is jealous of others and is mean and dark, as long as you are still in the castle at Hogwarts, then I need to let you understand whose name is on the title deed of the castle, patrol the night and patrol the night, arrest people if I catch them again, if I find you scolding and scolding students... I'm not going to let you get out, but I'm going to let you die here... Hogwarts is very large, even if you bury a thousand squibs, it's more than enough, understand... Filch... Mr? ”

At this time, Egger looked very much like Snape, and Filch looked at Egg's gloomy and cruel appearance, and his heart suddenly sudden, and he took a few steps back tremblingly, and finally reacted to something.

From beginning to end, he has always been the mermaid being, and any graduate has the ability to kill him without much effort...

Looking at Filch who fled in a hurry, Egg sneered, turned his head to look at the little blonde girl in Slytherin beside him and smiled, "Why don't you go back now, Miss Greengrass?" ”

Iger remembers that this little girl is a freshman who has just entered this year, very studious, and beautiful, and is a typical pure-blood, pure-blood supremacy supporter, but the other party's seriousness and well-behaved personality make him quite good.

"Thank you, Mr. Morissus." The little girl bowed to Egger, wiped her tears, turned around and hurried away.

The black kitten continued to swim at night, and as soon as he walked a short distance, he saw Filch walk out of Professor McGonagall's office with a grizzled face, and Professor McGonagall's scolding could be heard in the office...

Iger couldn't help but want to laugh, although Professor McGonagall is very strict with students, but she is not strictly speaking, she is not completely in the category of students now, even if it is a night tour, there are many excuses, not to mention that the entire castle is her own...

Another point is that Professor McGonagall has always looked down on Filch, not because of the identity of the other party's Squib, but because of the other party's psychological darkness, among all the professors, even Professor Sprout, who has the best temper, does not want to see him, God knows how he survived with the identity of a Squib in a group of wizards who may become very outstanding in the future, and the graduate did not come to kill him? This puzzled Egger...

Seeing Filch's wilting appearance, Egger sneered, meowed and sang, and ran to the kitchen, where he returned with a large load of food to the gracious hospitality of a group of elves.