Maybe it's because he has raised Phil since he was a child, and after getting used to the pure white aesthetic, he has an unusual preference for that pure white and silver white.

What's more, because Transfiguration has some natural magic, Connor himself doesn't care about the alien feeling of the humanoid beast face.

In his eyes, even werewolves can be cute.

And after the panic and estrangement that normal people and even wizards would feel were completely broken, there was only one feeling in Connor's heart now:

Pretty!

Lovely!

"What will her head feel like, it looks furry."

For a moment, Connor even lost his mind, and all that was left in his head was a bold imagination.

I wanted to rub her head, but before Connor's thoughts could fully spread, he felt a tingling sensation in his cheeks.

"Hiss......"

"Meow!"

At the same time, there was Phil's restless and anxious scream.

Looking down, Connor could see that Phil's eyes were visibly angry.

You've got a crush on other cats!

The intense displeasure that could be heard in her screams made Connor feel an unspeakable embarrassment spread through his body, giving him goosebumps.

"Phil?"

He asked tentatively, but it didn't get any kindness.

Phil slapped him directly in the face, slapping his cheeks painfully.

"Don't! Don't scratch my face! ”

It was evident from the dining table that a dog was holding a silver-white cat and began a kind of chaos and struggle that is difficult to describe in words.

But it was clear that the few blood marks and scars on the red dog's face had told the real winner.

When the dust settled, Phil finally closed his sapphire eyes contentedly.

It curled up on Connor's shoulders again, tail wagging and body wrapped around like a scarf.

And after finally calming down the jealous little guy, Connor sighed helplessly.

Then, he felt a strange gaze.

The sight came from the center of the teacher's seat.

If you follow the feeling of being watched, you can easily see the kind gaze of the white-haired old man.

Without waiting for Connor to make any moves, he first picked up the cup of sweetened hot milk in his hand.

Connor also picked up the pumpkin juice in his hand.

At this lively feast, almost no one noticed the void interaction between them, not even Ernie, who was close at hand—he had become a wild boar and was completely addicted to the sea of food.

The various dishes at the banquet were constantly changing, and it came to an end in that wonderful joy.

Eventually, food items such as pumpkin pie had been removed, and all sorts of wonderful animals had disappeared.

When everything was back to its original state, the students and teachers were greeted with a beautiful dessert.

Puddings, cakes, etc., are not much, but they are enough to satisfy the taste buds of the students.

But just as the students were about to feast and end the wonderful dinner, Dumbledore's gentle but deep voice rang out in time:

"Before we eat dessert, why don't we have some music?"

This should be a beautiful thing, but I don't know if it's because the 'lessons from the past' of the opening dinner are still there, and both classmates and teachers are embarrassed.

"You're not going to sing the school song again, are you?"

Faintly, an unconscious whisper came from Ravenclaw.

It was Anthony Goldstein who spoke, but his mouth was quickly covered by Terry Bout, who was at the same table.

"It's a shame to complain about the school song here!"

Of course, the whispers of the students could not be concealed from the old man who was deaf and clear-sighted.

He knew all about it, but the old headmaster wasn't angry.

As if he was completely unaware of the complaints of his classmates, he just opened his hands and announced:

"I specially invited a well-known alumnus to sing for us, and I am sure that the young people here may have heard his soothing and melodious voice."

Then, the lights that existed in the auditorium dimmed, the candles were gone, and only the starry sky overhead, which had existed by magic, burned with color.

And under this starry night, the slightly hoarse but charming tone sounded:

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for a Halloween-like opening?"

"This voice is ......"

Hannah recognized it immediately.

"Ah...... No way? Can the headmaster really bring that one in? ”

Ernie was clearly aware of something, and most wizards were somewhat enlightened, and only Justin began to look around.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that no one answered him, he asked about his trusted friend.

"Connor, do you know who Headmaster Dumbledore invited?"

"No, I don't know either."

"It's really fake, don't you know this?"

At the end of the day, although they come from different backgrounds, they are really one kind of people nowadays - they have extremely limited knowledge of the wizarding world as a whole.

However, the number of Hufflepuffs was still large, and someone soon answered for them:

"It's Mr. Lorcan Deyss."

The person who spoke was Hannah, and the girl's pigtails seemed to have a consciousness of their own, and she couldn't move and look flexible.

"My mom and I love his songs so much, and besides, he's so handsome!"

I always think that this latter sentence is the point.

Looking at Hannah's appearance like a little fan girl, Connor only felt that there was an old groove stuck in his throat.

But looking at the fanatical expressions of the witches around him, he felt that he had better not speak at this time.

After all, it's a field I'm not very familiar with.

"Alright guys, let's get started!"

The charming tone was like a door to the abyss, and a shadow appeared in front of everyone.

Under the teacher's seat and in front of the students, a huge figure suddenly appeared under the starry sky.

The shadows were overwhelming, as if they were about to swallow up the students.

And when the shadows flew upwards, everything returned to normal, and a pale but extremely handsome man appeared in front of everyone with a smile.

"Ahh I remember this scene! This is how Mr. Lorcan made his debut at his concert in France five years ago! ”

This one is a fan.

"I'll go, second big bat!"

This is the crowd of onlookers who do not know the truth.

Well, it's Ernie himself, actually.

Isn't it really intentional to say this?

Specially named the second one, is it for fear that others will not know who the first is?

Snape's face is black, okay?

"Do you think it's dark now, and Snape doesn't know who's fishing in troubled waters?"

Connor asked quietly.

"Do you think he can hear it?"

Ernie's voice was also lowered, which was enough to prove what kind of attitude he had before.

"Why don't you look at the teacher's seat?"

At Connor's reminder, Ernie looked up, his gaze upward, but just as deep as Snape's bottomless gaze.

"Hiss......"