Unlike the Halloween dinner, the most sumptuous Christmas feast begins at noon.

Harry and Ron walked into the auditorium, shocked by the spectacle of the Christmas feast—

On the table were a hundred fat roasted turkeys, mountains of roasted meat and boiled potatoes, large plates of delicious sausages, bowls of buttered peas, and plates of thick and thick meat marinade and lingonberry sauce......

Every few steps along the table, there are piles of wizard packets and firecrackers placed on the side of the table.

Fred and George were playing with a bonsai when a "bang" came with a popping sound like a cannon bombardment, and a puff of blue smoke engulfed the twins. The two laughed happily and had a lot of fun.

Harry and Ron could vaguely hear which of the twins was talking about the great dream of the future, which was to make a firework that would engulf the entire Hogwarts castle.

Harry looked beyond the blue smoke that Fred and George had made, looked up at the professorship, and saw Dumbledore on the throne turning his pointed wizarding hat into a flowered hat, and Professor Flitwick had just told him a joke, and he laughed happily.

Dracula, on the other hand, shook the glass in his hand and looked in Harry and Ron's direction with a malicious expression.

"Ron, why do I feel that Professor Dracula looks at us strangely?" Harry was a little flustered by Dracula's eyes, and whispered to Ron, who was munching on chicken legs next to him.

The chicken leg in Ron's mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, and he grunted, "It's okay, it must be a gift from us, Professor He likes it so much that he wants to come over and thank us." ”

Listening to Ron's words, Harry turned his head to look at Dracula again suspiciously, and realized that he had looked away.

"Maybe you're right." Harry nodded, grabbing a chicken leg as well.

……

"Professor Dracula, why aren't you wearing a Santa hat?"

In the professor's chair at the front of the auditorium, Dumbledore, wearing a hat decorated with flowers, looked at Dracula with a smile.

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement, her tall black top hat swaying gently with her movements.

"No, I'm not interested in Christmas." Dracula shrugged, focusing on the bowl of bright red pudding in front of him.

"Come on, Professor Dracula, it's always better to be in tune with the Christmas mood!" Standing on a high chair, Professor Flitwick helped Dracula choose a firecracker with a paper hat hidden inside.

With the movement of Professor Flitwick's wand, the flowers in front of the professor's chair burst into a thick pink smoke - a pink paper hat with small white hearts painted on it emerged from the smoke.

"Oh, what a vibrant colorway." Professor Flitwick seemed a little surprised by his luck and looked at Dracula, "Do you have the idea of wearing this hat as a Santa hat?" ”

Looking at the pink paper hat, Dracula waved his hand in disgust.

"I don't have to, I thought about it and felt like I could actually have a hat."

Then, Dracula reached out to the door of the auditorium—

"Accio!"

Within moments, a new-looking brown leather peaked hat flew in from the auditorium door and landed in Dracula's hands.

Seeing this hat, Dumbledore was slightly stunned, and then showed a helpless expression.

"Ahhhhh The new brown peaked hat shouted an accusation, claiming that he must report to the headmaster the wizard who casually summoned him with a flying spell.

Then, it saw Dracula looking at it with a smirk.

"Ahem, Lord Earl, it's you!" The Sorting Hat curled, "What did I just say?" Oh yes, I mean, the one who can call me from the eighth floor of the castle to the first floor has a really high level of spell casting, and I must report it to the headmaster truthfully, so that the headmaster can use him heavily! ”

"You're pretty quick to react." Dracula said playfully.

"Of course, I am a magic hat that combines the will of the four founders and has my own mind!" The Sorting Hat's body leaned back, as if it were pridefully holding its head up.

Hearing the sound of the Sorting Hat, the other professors looked over one after another.

"It's the Sorting Hat?!" Professor Flitwick, next to Dracula, widened his eyes in shock, "Merlin's beard, how did it get so clean, I don't recognize it at all!" ”

"Is this hat reincarnated? Not even a patch left? Professor Kettleburn walked over on crutches and on his wooden legs, looking curiously at the new Sorting Hat.

“……”

Hearing the professors' shocked words, the Sorting Hat drooped again.

"Woo woo, that's all a symbol of my vicissitudes, what is the difference between me and those ordinary hats now......"

"Be quiet, Hat." Dracula grabbed the tip of the Sorting Hat and pulled it up, "It's Christmas, but I didn't buy a Santa hat, so I'll have to replace you with you." ”

"Wait, I'm a magic hat, how can I compare myself to those ordinary Santa hats?! And you can conjure up a ...... yourself" Just then, the Sorting Hat saw the cold flames beating on Dracula's fingers.

He changed his words: "...... But of course, I don't make it professional, and it's my honor to be treated as a Santa hat by you! ”

Dracula withdrew the flame from his finger and put the Sorting Hat on his head, blending into the Christmas spirit.

Just then, the Sorting Hat began to mumble,

"Well, it's hard, it's very difficult. I see that there are enough ......"

“…… What are you muttering? Dracula interrupted the Sorting Hat's remarks, frowning.

"Uh......" the Sorting Hat realized that this was not a Sorting Place, but a Christmas feast, "I'm sorry, Lord Earl. Occupational diseases, occupational diseases ......"

When it comes to occupational illness, Dracula suddenly becomes interested in what the Sorting Hat wants to say.

"When you just committed an occupational disease, if you want to assign me to which academy, just read it to me." He said to the Sorting Hat, "I want to see which founder I have the closest idea to. ”

"This ...... It's not good. The Sorting Hat said in embarrassment.

"It's okay, just say it, whatever you want." Dracula reassured.

"Okay then."

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath, brewed the emotions deep inside the brim, and then shouted out loudly—

"Azkaban!"

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