October 31, 1973, Halloween Eve.

The entire Hogwarts castle has been cleaned and renovated inside and out.

The armor that can be found everywhere in the hallway is polished to a shiny finish;

The prizes in the prize showroom were dusted away, and the names on them shimmered to represent their contributions to the school;

The portrait was meticulously wiped over, and the characters in it were happily welcoming the arrival of Christmas, while touching their own *** skin in pain.

The huge pumpkin planted by Hagrid was also hollowed out, put in magic candles, and arranged by the professors throughout the castle.

Early in the morning, the whole of Hogwarts is filled with a sweet pumpkin aroma.

The students changed into bizarre costumes and frolicked during the recess.

The professors watched with a smile from the sidelines, their eyes full of soft light, and seeing them was like seeing their former selves.

Although tomorrow is Halloween, the school has no plans to give students a holiday, whether it is today or tomorrow.

Today children are only allowed to indulge a little, and the professors are lowering their own standards a bit. Tomorrow is naturally a normal class.

Ralph is already a little famous in school, and today's outfit attracts everyone's attention.

Especially those girls, they couldn't imagine that Ralph in a plush troll suit looked so cute.

Moreover, the ugly-looking trolls can become so cute, which instantly touched the hearts of many little wizards.

Claude thought that Ralph's obedient expression was the loveliest when he was in front of Mrs. Romerstadt.

He has low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, a sweet smile on his face, and crooked corners of his eyes.

and his usual cold appearance are simply two extremes.

In the non-stop bustle, time passed in a hurry, and everyone's most anticipated dinner party came.

I wonder what the professors are dressed in this time?

When you come to the auditorium, light and darkness coexist.

The ceiling was a dark cloud of shimmering thunder, and there was a roar from time to time.

Above, large and small jack-o'-lanterns fluttered, flickering with candlelight, illuminating the entire auditorium with the power of magic.

Tiny snowflakes fall from under the jack-o-lanterns, accompanied by the spilled candlelight, through the food, the long table, and melt on the floor.

Filch was dressed as a demon today, and the miserable green light of the lantern hit his white face, full of atmosphere.

"You have to be obedient tonight, or I'll punish you with those cuties." Hey, hey, hey!"

"Meow!"

Filch turned his head and said viciously to the little wizard behind him, and Lady Loris, who had a pair of black wings and black makeup on the side, also meowed.

This scared a lot of freshmen.

With a wicked smile of satisfaction, Filch opened the door to the auditorium.

The little wizards are pouring in, and it's a little strange, what about the professors?

Without thinking too much, with their bizarre outfits, they walked to the long tables of their respective academies.

"Peng!"

An explosion exploded, and colorful streamers were scattered in the air, slowly turning into a torrent and gradually disappearing.

"Wow! Cool!" "Merlin!" "The professor is so cute!"

The little wizards, attracted by the aerial scene, quickly came back to their senses.

I saw that the professors came out of the huge pumpkins, all dressed in different costumes.

Professor McGonagall dressed herself as a humanoid black cat, with cat ears and a cat tail that swayed behind her.

Her face was painted with a cat's beard, and even her own eyes changed to brown and yellow, and she looked at the students cheering for her with a gentle smile.

Professor Flitwick defended his petite norm and transformed himself into a rugged goblin, clad in armor and with two forward-bending spikes on his helmet.

The armor is covered with traces of the erosion of time,

Combined with the scars and makeup on the professor's face and the rusty saber on his waist, it really feels like he has come out of the battlefield.

Professor Sprout is dressed as a witch, well, herself, but not quite like usual, she's covered in plants.

The hat on his head was a lawn, without soil, with small flowers of various colors, constantly blooming and withering.

Vines spread out behind it, twisting in the air, and from time to time they climbed towards the professor on the side, and Professor Sprout had to hit it.

Professor Sgrahorn dressed himself up as a huge fat bat, with two bats with trembling ears on his head and folded wings tucked behind his back, which caused the students to exclaim every time he spread out.

Headmaster Dumbledore put on his suit and transformed himself into a phoenix in human form, with a flame burning and extinguishing from time to time.

However, he apparently drew the displeasure of Fawkes, who stopped on his shoulder and pecked at his head incessantly.

The headmaster had long been covered with magic in his head, and every time Fawkes pecked, he could only touch a magic shield.

This made him can't help but spit out at Dumbledore.

Under Dumbledore's leadership, the teachers came to their seats and did it, looking left and right, alas? How did there be an extra vacancy.

Oh no, it's one less, what about Hagrid?

They looked at the largest pumpkin, and many of the little wizards were looking at it, some covering their mouths and chuckling, some laughing wantonly.

Hagrid blushed and looked at Dumbledore pleadingly.

He was stuck in the pumpkin and couldn't get out, and he couldn't use force for fear of breaking the pumpkin.

Seeing this, Ralph and the others laughed too.

Headmaster Dumbledore smiled helplessly, raised his wand and waved it, and Hagrid came out of the pumpkin, both of them.

Hagrid scratched his head, smiled sheepishly, walked briskly to his seat, sat down, and took a cup of pumpkin juice to suppress his shock.

Dumbledore stood up, raised his hands, and the Great Hall fell silent, except for the sound of candles burning, and everyone looked at him.

"It's another year of Halloween dinner, and it's a pleasure to spend this wonderful holiday with all of you."

A round of applause rang out, making the castle in the darkness brightly lit and full of joy.

"Thank you, thank you. There's one more thing I want to say."

The headmaster looked at each of the young wizards with his gentle eyes, and everyone lowered their hands.

"This castle will not only be your home today, it will also be the home of some special guests."

As the words fell, exclamations rang out from the long table below.

The ghost show is coming.

They lined up in a neat line and rushed towards the young wizards, causing a burst of shouts.

Lady Grey's ethereal and poignant singing voice ensues, as if to speak of the boundaries between life and death, and the past, present and future of the castle.

Darkness to light, which makes the freshmen who have to take the history of magic seriously in the first year feel the same way, as if they have come to that era and saw the scenes of our ancestors who gave everything for our survival.

Inheritance.