Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore.

After two generations of dark wizards, defeating Grindelwald and avoiding a large number of casualties during Voldemort's wreaking years, the old man had already touched the position of Minister of Magic.

Even, if he was willing to nod his head in agreement, then the entire British Ministry of Magic would be in his hands, and even other places would be affected by him.

The resume of this old wizard is now the most dazzling existence, and there is no one.

Even now, the legend of Albus Dumbledore still reverberates in the land, and even the most naughty child will have a heartfelt reverence for him.

So, the moment he was about to speak, the originally noisy auditorium instantly fell silent.

If it is a normal process, then it is time for Dumbledore, as the Headmaster, to say a few words, and then invite a few 'well-known alumni' to express their expectations and speeches.

These are the classic processes.

However, Dumbledore himself was not a traditional old man.

Although he laughs at himself for being old-fashioned, his lifestyle is not rigid.

I don't like to pay attention to any pomp, and I don't like to be inferior.

Like this, he just smiled, like an ordinary old man next door:

"I know you may want to keep messing around for a while, but may I remind you...... It's dinner time, and the kitchen has prepared a sumptuous feast for our party, and if nothing else, I'm actually a little hungry myself. ”

Professor Dumbledore's voice wasn't loud, but it was crystal clear, and the humor and serenity in it made the students smile.

"So now, let's get into the real dinner."

He opened his hand, didn't cast a spell or anything, just simply announced one thing:

"Now, let's start the feast."

Suddenly, the tables of the four colleges and teachers appeared with food prepared by house-elves.

And to fit the Halloween mood, almost every food item has a similar carving.

Picking up a piece of pumpkin pie, Connor just stared at the skull carving on it, and raised an eyebrow.

I don't know if the magic was applied, but it even looked like it was glowing, staining a grinning goblin.

After taking a bite, Connor first felt a sweet smell of chocolate in the pie, but before he could taste it, he felt something spread through his body.

"Transfiguration? Or something else? ”

Subconsciously suppressed the kind of influence that was emanating from his body, Connor couldn't help but look around.

As a result, he was surrounded by cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods - for example, a wild boar with white hair around him was opening its bloody mouth and stuffing things into its long mouth.

The grunt look didn't look like it was wearing a hood, and the fangs looked sharp.

After a moment's hesitation, Connor asked:

"Ernie?"

"Huh?"

Then, the big pig's head stopped, and just turned around, its round forehead and eyes full of sincerity, and it was obviously much more agile than the previous hood.

"I'll ask you a question."

"What?"

"Are you still wearing a hood?"

"Of course not."

As he said this, he shoved a chicken leg into his mouth.

"Whoever eats has a head covering......"

Although Ernie didn't seem to have enough brains, he suddenly sensed something,

Subconsciously stroking his head, Ernie touched the sharp fangs, and then touched his elongated face.

"Eh!!"

He couldn't help but scream.

At the same time, there was a strange chaos throughout the academy auditorium.

"What's up with my face?"

He is not the only one who has such doubts, but everyone else as well.

At the end of the day, they looked at each other.

"Ron, why are you a lion's head?"

"Neville, how did you become an elephant?"

After walking around, the entire auditorium seemed to be transformed into a zoo, and confusion arose one after another.

But most of the questions were raised among first-graders, including second-graders, who seemed to be used to it.

"Our Halloween special pumpkin pie has some small potion ingredients, and it lasts for a short time, I hope you can have some fun."

Maybe the students don't understand the principle and don't know what it's all about.

But it didn't matter, since Professor Dumbledore said it was harmless, it must be harmless.

Gradually, the atmosphere of the banquet became cheerful, and Connor subconsciously looked at the pumpkin pie in his hand.

"If a similar transformation is achieved through potions and spells, then it should be a random ingredient......

Breaking open the pie a little and examining its inner workings, Connor realized that he had noticed nothing.

After all, as far as Potions class is concerned, he is no different from ordinary students.

Sure enough, you still have to taste it?

Slowly munching on the skull pumpkin pie in his hand, Connor couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Feeling that his body was being interfered with by some strange force, he laughed.

"It's really not a high-end thing, it should be a directional change."

"Why haven't you changed anything?"

Just as Connor put down half of the pumpkin pie in his hand, he heard Ernie's voice.

Looking back again, he saw the 'sincere boar's head' that made him a little nervous, and the boar's round eyes were just staring at the pie in his hand and at his face, as if he was waiting for something.

"I don't know."

Connor shrugged.

You can't tell them that this level of 'gadgets' won't do anything for him at all, can you?

At such times, all he can say seems to be those simple reasons and excuses.

"Maybe it's because I happened to eat one of those few normal ones? Or maybe it's because I haven't eaten it completely? ”

"Then after you finish eating, I'll see what you will become?"

“…… Yes. ”

After sighing, Connor ate the pumpkin pie, and didn't subconsciously control it anymore, he just let the strange power radiate.

Soon, he noticed that he had a little more on his head.

"Meow~"

Suddenly, the little guy on his shoulder screamed, and with great interest, he stretched out his paw and began to touch his head.

It was crispy and numb, as if the ears had been scratched.

Wait, ears?

"I became a dog?"

"Haha! A red dog! ”

Ernie immediately burst out laughing.

"You're a good match for Isobel, she seems to be a cat now."

"Huh?"

He looked at the Ravenclaw table, and in the corner of the very edge, a big silvery-white red-eyed cat just sighed.

Seeing this scene, Connor only felt his heart beat faster.

Big white!!

White!!!

Red eyes!!