Ron was angry and complained to himself: "George and Fred have been drinking with you since the third grade. ”

"That's a big bottle!"

He spread his arms and gestured with pompous gestures.

"But they're not afraid of Percy." Harry nodded, "As long as you dare to talk back to Percy, that's fine." ”

Ron shrunk his head and didn't say anything, his attitude was telling for itself.

He's not as lawless as Fred and the others.

The number of young wizards in the bar gradually increased, most of them were senior students, male and female couples.

When Harry had finished drinking, he went back to the castle.

Even Ron felt like he was wasting his time staying here.

It's better to go back and read a book.

Today's Hogwarts is a day of celebration for young wizards, shopping at Hogsmeade during the day and Halloween dinner at night.

It seems to make up for the spooking of students by a series of events last year.

Dumbledore invited a ghost band this year, and they have been playing since before the dinner began, but the people who only have syrup in their heads can imagine the aesthetics.

Neville grimaced, reminding him of last year's Halloween.

It's unlucky.

Harry: They didn't go until dinner.

As soon as she entered the auditorium, Hermione frowned, noticing the band playing in the corner of the auditorium: "Who invited this?" ”

She paused: "This way of performing is a bit too futuristic. ”

"Who else but Dumbledore?" Harry looked into the teacher's chair and Dumbledore was smiling the most, even reveling in the music, fingers moving lightly and beating.

Hermione rubbed her temples in pain.

Ron muttered, "I actually think it's pretty good." ”

"Little Ronnie, it's time for you to wash your ears." Fred walked over, just in time to hear his words, sighed, and said seriously, "You are so old, you have to have a normal aesthetic." ”

Ron was furious: "How am I not normal. ”

"Normal people don't think this band sounds good." George nodded in agreement.

Ron glanced around and pointed his hand at Sir Nicholas, "You see, he's happy to hear it." ”

"He's a ghost." Fred was expressionless.

Ron probed again, reaching out and pointing at the teacher's seat.

Before he could speak, George spread his hands: "That's Professor Dumbledore, you know ......"

In the eyes of many people, Dumbledore has always been a little crazy.

Ron pursed his lips, stumbling into self-doubt.

"Harry, I have something big to tell you!" Fredra pulled Harry and sat down at the long table, "Guess what we met in Hogsmeade?" ”

His face was joyful and excited.

Harry guessed, "Is it a big customer?" ”

George shook his head: "Guess again." ”

"Have you contacted a channel provider with stable shipments?" Harry made another guess.

Fred still shook his head: "No, no. ”

Harry broke the jar and broke it: "Meet a beautiful baby without clothes, dancing on three broomsticks? If so, it's a pity we left too early. ”

Hermione's face was red, and her small fist slammed into Harry's back, the snakeskin armor bouncing off her teeth.

"That sounds great." Fred's eyes flickered, a little yearning, "But it's too bad that the girls won't do these things." ”

"We met the same person we met last time!" George said bluntly, saving Harry from spitting out any more shocking words, "It's when you were in first year." ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, remembering that the first time he returned to Hogsmeade, he met adult scum who wanted to rob the little wizard.

"What else is he doing?" Harry was a little surprised, wasn't that man gone?

Fred shook his head, "Of course not, he's begging in Hogsmeade right now, but he recognizes us." ”

"While we're buying materials." George lowered his voice and said in a very serious voice, "He went and called a helper to come and wanted to get revenge on us. ”

"It's dangerous!"

"We were almost robbed of all our money and materials by him."

"Guess what's going on?"

Harry still broke the jar and broke it: "A bunch of unclothed babies......"

Fred interrupted, "No, Harry, you can't do that, Hermione is still here. ”

Hermione glared.

"We want to do that too!" George slapped the table and said in an agitated tone, "But it turned out that a black dog saved us." ”

"It suddenly pounced out of the corner and bit the man's hand."

"Take his wand off."

"It's really handsome."

Fred's eyes flashed: "And it's very well-behaved, it only attacks bad guys, and it knows how to praise it for doing good deeds, and it pulls us by the leg of our pants and asks us to buy him food." ”

"Black dog?" Harry interrupted their fantasies about the black dog, "Big black dog? ”

"Yes." George nodded, "We also wanted to take it in as a pet, but unfortunately it didn't agree, and ran away with food in its mouth." ”

Harry sighed, "What's wrong with you Weasleys. ”

George and Fred were stunned.

Unnaturally, Ron tilted his head away, grabbed a small lamb chop, and nibbled on it.

Harry pulled out the map from his sorting hat and rested it on his lap, "I solemnly swear that I will not do good. ”

The map expands.

Dense names emerge.

But there was no word for "Sirius Black", and Lupin was nowhere to be found, and there was no trace of him on the map, except that Peter Pettigrew's name lay quietly in his office.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked curiously.

Harry shook his head, "I see that Professors Snape and Lupin haven't come yet, so I'm a little curious if something happened." ”

Fred and George immediately became excited.

They looked down on the map and quickly became boring: "Professor Snape is not here, Professor Lupin is not here, they went to Hogsmeade to fight?" ”

"No, Professor Snape isn't that rude." George immediately retorted, "He's going to poison very gracefully." ”

"But Professor Lupin is a very good Defence Against the Dark Arts professor! Not Lockhart's bales. Fred argued with him, "He must have seen it." ”

Whether Snape was better or Lupin was spared?

This is a question worth pondering.

Gradually, the other little lions also participated, and the Ravenclaws at the next table couldn't hold back, and came over to eat melons and discuss, and the eaglets should be more rational and think about potions, spells, and drugging skills.

The lion cubs are even more emotional.

It's all about the power of "I think" in my head.

There are still many little lions standing in Snape, even if Lupin is also a Gryffindor, but Snape's "obscenity" has been raging for too long, and they believe in Snape's viciousness and cunning.

Harry closed the map and tucked it back into his Sorting Hat.

"That black dog is Blake?" Hermione leaned her head over and asked in a whisper.

Harry nodded.

"Thankfully, Blake is innocent." Hermione sighed, "Otherwise, Weasley and they're going to be out of luck." ”

Ron nibbled on the lamb chops and leaned his head over as well, "Harry, you said Snape and Professor Lupin, if they're going to fight......"

"Professor Snape." Harry didn't hesitate, "Uncle Lupin is good, but a little worse than him. ”

Ron was a little disappointed, but he was adamant that Lupin could win.

"Professor Lupin isn't here, did he go out to catch Blake?" Hermione continued to keep her voice down, pulling off a small piece of bread and asking in a whisper.

Harry shook his head, thinking of the moonlight these past few nights: "No, I shouldn't have seen him during this time. ”

Hermione munched on her bread and nodded thoughtfully.

This year's Halloween night was a lot of fun.

The Hufflepuffs were a little bolder, and the freshmen in the first and second years were transformed by the seniors, dressed in all sorts of weird costumes.

There's even a ghost with a Hufflepuff on his head.

They ran to the teacher's seat, shouting that they would be trick-or-treated.

The professors were happy to give them candy and had a great time—until Dumbledore brought out a can of cockroach piles, and the little wizards scattered at once.

The lion cubs also started their show, omitting the candy part and going straight to trick-or-treating.

They bought a batch of fireworks from Fred, the Weasley brothers' special ones, and lit them up and exploded into ketchup.

One shot also hit Dumbledore, and he was very cooperative, covering the place where he was hit by the fireworks, lying on his tongue, and "dying" on the chair.

Seeing that the professors were not angry, the badgers emboldened themselves and started a business with the Weasley brothers.

George and Fred set up their stalls directly on the spot.

Look at the way they smile and the chrysanthemums bloom, there will be a good harvest tonight.

The Slytherins were like outsiders, and even the junior wizards were a little envious, but they were all pushed back by the seniors.

No envy!

The noble Slytherins didn't need anything like they did, they didn't want it.

There was a lot of noise until the curfew.

Professor McGonagall herded them back into their common rooms.

The little lions, led by George and Fred, sang all the way back, but the entrance was crowded with people, and Percy pushed through the crowd and walked in: "What's the matter, you forgot the password?" ”

Percy paused, waved his wand, flew parchment out of his bag, wrote down a string of words, made two copies, and flew away.

Harry stood on tiptoe and his face changed.

The entrance to the Gryffindor lounge was guarded by a portrait of the Fat Lady, but now the Fat Lady has disappeared.

The canvas was torn apart, leaving a large piece vacant, and the torn pieces were scattered to the ground.

The guards were destroyed!

Harry grabbed Hermione and Ron's hands, walked around the crowd, and walked to the unoccupied stands: "Help me cover." ”

He pulls out the map of the live spots.

By the time the map slowly spreads out, Sirius Black's name still doesn't have Sirius Black's name on it.

"Did Blake do it?" Hermione frowned.

Harry nodded: "It should be him, who came to find Peter, didn't go into the lounge, and he had a big temper, so he did something brainless again." ”

(End of chapter)