Snowflakes were falling, and the entire castle was covered in a layer of hoarfrost.

Hogwarts has always been a beautiful castle, and according to a book about Hogwarts Castle, the school has four distinct atmospheres throughout the four seasons.

Connor didn't know if this was true, but there was no doubt that Hogwarts was magnificent and beautiful.

The designers and even the original owners must have had a refined taste.

The interior of the castle has been decorated with various Christmas decorations, with a huge Christmas tree standing in the auditorium, and the doll that was supposed to be used as a decoration has clearly been enchanted.

They didn't seem to be satisfied with the status quo and didn't want to sit under the tree, but instead walked up and down the huge Christmas tree, jumping up and down, making some cacophony from time to time.

At the same time, the ghosts of Hogwarts are also emerging.

Even though the ghosts couldn't change their clothes at will, they made themselves look more presentable.

It's Christmas Eve, and if it's night, Hogwarts will be even more lively.

Even students who stay in school shouldn't feel lonely – especially Hufflepuffs.

"May the Lord bless you, Connor!"

Before Connor could enter the Great Hall, but as he walked through the doorway, he heard the amiable voice of the Fat Friar.

It's just that it sounds strange.

Monk.

Religion.

Sorcerer.

Seeing that all these things that should have been contradictory were concentrated on the fat monk alone, Connor raised an eyebrow.

"Hello, Fat Friar, you look very good today."

"Would you like a snack? Today the auditorium serves milk oats and pudding, and later there will be salmon, all delicious. ”

When he said this, a trace of regret appeared on the monk's countenance.

"Until now, I can remember what they smell like."

But that's about it.

Regardless of whether or not the Hogwarts recipe has changed in the hundreds of years since the Fat Friar's death, it is impossible for him to taste the food as a ghost.

It's just that the fat friar, who loves food, obviously doesn't care about this 'little thing', and he still greets with a smile:

"Speaking of which, I also have a set of recommended Hogwarts Christmas recipes here, which I have summarized in my seven years at the school, and if you eat them in order, you will definitely get the highest enjoyment!"

Seeing that the fat friar became more and more enthusiastic, the corners of Connor's mouth twitched without leaving a trace:

"Next time."

It's not that he completely rejects this kind of enthusiasm, and it's not that he hates this kind of thing.

Only now, he really doesn't have this kind of leisure.

Something had to be reported, and he was sure that the old headmaster must be waiting for him.

"I've got something to do right now."

"Ah, of course, go ahead."

The Fat Friar said kindly.

As a ghost, the Fat Friar clearly adhered to the boundaries and did not ask too much about anything.

It's just that, as a food lover, he doesn't want anyone to miss the evening's gastronomic extravaganza:

"Don't forget to attend the party, Hogwarts has a lot of good stuff in store for you!"

"I know, thank you."

Soon, Connor left the door of the auditorium and headed for the staircase at the other end.

In fact, Connor himself didn't deliberately pass through the auditorium, but he chose the route to leave from the main entrance very casually, and being blocked by the fat friar was a complete accident.

And in this Hogwarts, the last thing that is missing is the so-called accidents - especially during holidays like Christmas.

And in addition to saying hello, there will also be some not-so-friendly guys who want to make waves!

"Hahaha! I managed to find the food waste from the kitchen! Look at the tricks, boy, eat your Uncle Pee's chicken leg hammer! ”

With that high-pitched smug laugh, a huge turkey leg bone came into view in a whirling motion.

However, it was quickly taken over by Connor.

"Gah!"

Seeing this scene, Peeves's original rampant laughter disappeared.

He was like a duck in the throat, and his expression was full of comical horror.

Connor then threw the turkey leg bone back.

"Throw yourself in the trash, okay?"

Holding the turkey leg bone in both hands, Peeves smiled flatteringly.

"Okay, okay, okay."

The attack and prank failed, and Peeves did not linger, but sped away.

Seeing its back, Connor just beckoned:

"Merry Christmas."

Peeves stopped at once, obviously surprised and surprised, but responded with a smile:

"Hee-hee, Merry Christmas!"

Peeves, whose origins are also one of Hogwarts' mysteries, is one of the most controversial theories.

Ignorant of grief and true resentment, Peeves seems to be a mischievous, uneducated child.

It's just that Connor didn't see much of it, anyway, Peeves didn't pose a theoretical threat, and everyone in the school agreed that he was a member of Hogwarts, so there was no point in dwelling on this kind of thing.

Soon, he came to the third floor and went straight to the griffin sculpture at the end.

But before he could give the order, the stone griffin had already split into it, revealing the elevator-like passage of the headmaster's room behind it.

"Did you know that I was going to come to the door?"

However, it was obviously impossible for the sculpture to respond, and Connor could only stand obediently on the stairs.

As the sculptures came together, the narrow platform slowly ascended, sending him directly to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Wow, he's here again."

"It's good to have some people, at least it doesn't have to be so boring...... During this time, there was really no figure in the principal's office. ”

When Connor arrived in the headmaster's room, the portraits of the headmaster on the walls began to be discussed.

In fact, it is not surprising that they have this reaction, since Dumbledore, the official headmaster, has been locked down.

No one knew the password, and it was as if the office on the eighth floor was completely locked down, and even Fawkes didn't stay here.

It's just that, no matter how the principals discussed, they were completely silent because of certain rules.

One by one, it was as if they were asleep.

As for whether or not he was pretending to be asleep, Connor was not interested in finding fault or correcting it, he just looked at the white-haired old man who he hadn't seen for a long time.

He smiled, looking extremely comfortable, and as he put a syrup cockroach in his hand into his mouth, he waved his hand:

"Long time no see."

Albus Dumbledore.

Really......

"It's been a long time, and in the blink of an eye, you've been out of school for almost two months, so you must have had a great time with the Ministry of Magic."