In the evening, the feast on Halloween officially begins.

The entire auditorium was decorated with all sorts of horrific Halloween decorations, and Clark even saw a laughing skull held in the palm of the hand by some of the students.

More than a thousand bats fluttered over the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more, like low clouds, swirled above the dining table, causing the candles in the pumpkin's belly to flicker.

Harry and Ron went downstairs to the auditorium, intending to attend a dinner party, when they overheard Parvati Pettier telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying sadly in the women's restroom and was not allowed to comfort her.

Ron looked even more uncomfortable when he heard this.

However, moments later, when they entered the Great Hall, they immediately forgot about Hermione.

The sudden appearance of a mountain of delicacies on the golden plate, just like at the opening of the school party, instantly attracted their attention.

Of course, they wouldn't have noticed that there was one less person at the Gryffindor table besides Hermione's absence.

On the second floor, far from the auditorium, the lively atmosphere does not convey here. In front of a deserted women's restroom, our Clark was awkwardly knocking on the toilet door.

"Hermione! Is it, Clarke, are you sure you want to shut yourself in there and cry to death? ”

Clark's voice echoed in the empty hallway, and he looked nervously at both sides, this was the first time in his life that he had knocked on the door of the women's bathroom, and if people saw it, his reputation as the "son of Gryffindor" would be ruined.

Fortunately, today's Halloween attracted all the little wizards, and the whole corridor was empty, and there was no one in it.

"I don't want you to care, you're just taking pity on me. Oh, it's so pathetic that the proud Miss Jack-of-all-trades doesn't have a friend. I'll just give her a little friendship, who made me the kind 'Son of Gryffindor'?" ”

Hermione, through the wooden door, mimicked Clark's tone in a crying voice, which made him angry.

"Did I say anything bad about you? Have I targeted you? No, you're not angry at Ron now, you're at me? Why? Just because I'm a good person!!! What kind of bullshit is this? Should good people be angry with you?",

Clark's voice shook the door twice, and the toilet was silent, until a few moments later, the door creaked open.

Hermione stood behind the door, still with her long, messy brown hair, her eyes red from crying, and her adorable front teeth like a rabbit.

After seeing Clark, she seemed to react, and subconsciously combed her hair with her hands, but after combing, she covered her face and turned around, squatting on the ground and sobbing quietly.

"Woo~"

Clark didn't crouch down to comfort her at this time, but stood in front of the door of the women's toilet and shouted at her: "Get up, don't cry, what's the use of crying, you're smart Hermione, haven't you noticed that something is wrong with you?" ”

The effect of his words was very powerful, and Hermione instantly stopped crying, and looked up at him suspiciously, not knowing what he meant by this.

"Why don't you just let me stand at the door of the women's restroom and talk?" His words succeeded in making Hermione laugh, and after seeing that the other party's mood had stabilized, Clark pulled her into the bathroom and closed the door.

"You're agitated and confused, you don't think things should be going this way, and you don't want to be that annoying, but it just happens, and you can't seem to control yourself anymore, right?"

Clark accurately stated Hermione's psychology, which made her nod her head constantly.

"Actually, everything that happens to you is because of the influence of magic, and it's not you who is at fault. It's been two months since you've been at Hogwarts and you haven't noticed anything strange? ”

Clarke's words immediately stunned Hermione.

"Strange place? Well, everything in the wizarding world is amazing, what do you mean? Hermione said unconfidently like a student who couldn't answer a question.

This answer made Clark shake his head in disappointment, and made Hermione even more nervous.

"Use your brains and think about what you forgot when you came to Hogwarts?"

Clark stretched out a finger and poked it hard at the center of her eyebrows, tilting her head back and back, that serious expression, and that penetrating gaze, actually reminded her of her elementary school math teacher again, and also made her think of something.

"Is that what I learned in the Muggle world?" Hermione said uncertainly.

"That's it! After becoming a wizard, the magic is subtly influencing you, making you subconsciously ignore this knowledge! It is precisely because of this that your temper has become so short-tempered. ”

Hermione was shocked by Clark's words, and although she didn't understand what Clark meant, she was keenly aware that the other party was raising a real corner of the wizarding world to her.

It's a real world, not a novel!

If Clark just thought the world of Harry Potter was very strange when he first crossed over before.

After receiving a hint from the Fragment of the Godhead, living at Hogwarts for two months, and meeting wizarding students and teachers of all grades, he could roughly deduce why there was some dissonance in the world.

In the past two months, Clark has read no less than two or three hundred books in the library, and among these wizards' books, even the spells and magic books about the core of the magic system, the real knowledge related to magic is extremely incomplete and obscure.

Yes, don't say that the system that Clark saw in the fragments of Godhead is complete, with a whole system of logic and an ideal system of DND arcane magic.

Even after the fall of the ancient arcane empire, the reorganized mage spell system is countless times more clever than these spell books full of chaos, vagueness, and fragmentation, and most of the magic books in this world are really just spell books.

They only teach you how to wield a wand and cast a spell.

The magic books had detailed explanations of the wand-holding gestures and the pronunciation of the spells, but there was little explanation of their inner nature, and some were only vague, quaint descriptions that looked like the slurred babbling of a nervous, confused old witch.

This is closer to most of the wizarding figures that Muggles have seen.

I don't know if it was these magic books that seemed to have clear language, but in fact had no logic at all, that educated the wizards in the wizarding world to what they are now, or whether these wizards could only write such chaotic and fragmented magic books.