Perhaps because he was so busy right now, Harry had almost two or three times as much to learn as the other first-year students, whether it was practicing spells or learning potions, or figuring out how to merge magic, it took a lot of time.

After successfully strengthening the little finger of his left hand, Harry found himself in Hogwarts for two full months, and the feeling of time being stolen made him feel a little dazed, and when it came to concentrating on one thing, time was always slipping away, and there was not enough time.

The strange castle gradually became familiar and homely, and with this in mind, Harry took the time to run to the owl house and write a long letter to his aunt and uncle.

The Halloween holiday was short, and it was only after the Christmas break at the end of the first semester that Harry had enough time to go back, and if you calculated carefully, it was actually less than two months.

Professor Flitwick had previously told Harry that Hogwarts would be open to first-year students after the end of the first semester of the first year, and this news was exciting for Harry, who had seen the senior students battle each other in makeshift magical enchantments several times, and although most of the battles seemed a little 'childish', no boy could refuse the temptation of real CS.

It's a pity that even if he can hang up many senior students now, he doesn't even qualify for the competition without a 'blood bar', so he can only watch from the outside.

In today's Charms class, Professor Flitwick told everyone the good news that in the next two months, they will learn a total of eleven spells, and the future homework he also revealed in today's class, that is, according to their own ideas, to discover and study the correlation between different spells, and to find the nature of the 'combo' between spells.

It's a time-consuming, lengthy assignment that will be introduced to spell groups in their second year, and every wizard has a different spell set, and the search is now for the future.

Formulaic spell sets will only make the development of spells a stagnant pool, and while this will ensure that wizards have the most basic level of power, once innovation and creativity are lost, magic is not far from withering.

After the afternoon class, countless young wizards left the classroom and gathered along the stairs towards the auditorium, today's Halloween banquet, although there was no strange drag show tonight, but the atmosphere of Halloween was still very exciting.

A thousand bats flew around the ceiling of the Great Hall, curiously looking at Harry above for a long time, these bats were not real, they were metamorphic creatures, he glanced at the teacher's seat, Snape was not seated at the moment.

Is there such a possibility, the godfather quietly mixed in after his transformation, otherwise why would this bat still lead the team, and posing for a bat pumpkin is a delicate job. ’

Harry, who was thinking crankily in his head, exuded spirit, this feeling of emptying his mind for a long time, but this kind of joke is just to think, Snape is not Professor McGonagall, did he go to study Animagus? Even if he learns, bats that don't match him at all shouldn't appear, and Snape, who now maintains the posture of a cold gangster godfather, is more likely to change into a black cat, a black panther, or a black tiger.

After all, Sirius is a big black dog, and it's normal for cats and dogs to not share the sky.

'But.... How do I feel as if I've forgotten something? ’

Harry, who was nibbling on a piece of lamb ribs, felt more and more wrong the more he ate, it was Halloween Eve, and under normal circumstances, something had to happen at Hogwarts today.

Harry, who had suddenly come to his senses, chewed up the brittle bones in a few bites, and glanced around the auditorium with some small anticipation and gossip.

"Although Quirrell's Voldemort pillar is gone, Dumbledore still has that secret room left! Hagrid also said that Lowe was borrowed, and the gatekeeper must still be it, since there is an arrangement, does it mean that there is still a little inertia in the plot? ’

But until halfway through the feast, the dinner party was still calm and uneventful, and Harry extinguished the unrealistic thoughts in his heart.

Although Dumbledore is not here, Grindelwald is! Black and white friends pick out one of them at random, and now Voldemort, who is still in a state of remnant soul, is absolutely impossible to beat, let alone do it, he will die when he meets, Grindelwald is not the white wizard Dumbledore, although he doesn't like to use the Calling Spell so much, but when he needs to use it, his hands will not tremble.

A life-requisition spell capable of killing the soul of a normal person, when faced with a weakened remnant soul.... Without a dozen damage deepens by its own, Harry doesn't believe it at all.

It seems that the so-called plot inertia still can't do A· K. Rowling's suddenness. Harry laughed to himself in his heart, still thinking about the 'old plot', he was simply a brain, "A Lori wearing JK, what to do to resist the head of the gangster who is holding a cigar and sunglasses with a bullet belt wrapped around her body and holding up the head of the AK bruised?" ’

Amused by himself, Harry took a bite of a thick tonkatsu, and the crispy texture of the fried food brought heartfelt pleasure while blooming a carb bomb.

But just as this joyous moment was coming to an end, a muffled sound and vibration caused a brief silence in the lively auditorium.

This sudden muffled sound was a bit abrupt, but the silence of the little wizards only lasted for a few seconds, and after the muffled noise and vibration ended, their discussion was louder than before, and countless people were talking about it, speculating whether there would be any special Halloween performance later.

But the professors in the faculty were not as optimistic as the little wizards, they knew very well that tomorrow's Halloween dinner was a bit of a traditional little plot, but today was Halloween Eve, and they didn't have any other programs scheduled at all.

The doubts on the professors' faces flickered, and Professor McGonagall, who had stood up silently, was in charge of Hogwarts after Dumbledore left, and some of the headmaster's authority had been handed over to her, and she could find the nearest portrait and ask what was the cause of the muffled noise and vibration just now.

Hogwarts comes with its own surveillance, and the camera is the ubiquitous and moving portrait of Hogwarts, and only the headmaster can truly use this power.

But before she could push open the wooden door on one side, a heavy footsteps from far and near appeared again, and the heavy and somewhat panicked footsteps resounded in the hearts of the little wizards like thunder, and an inexplicable fear gradually spread in the crowd.

"Be quiet!"

Professor McGonagall's loud voice resounded throughout the auditorium, and she had just used an amplification charm on herself, and her voice was amplified several times over, enough to be heard by the chaotic students.

Without Professor McGonagall saying anything, the others in the classroom had already gotten up, even Grindelwald wiped his mouth with a napkin, and his eyes were on the auditorium door directly across from the teacher's chair.

"Boom!"

After this heavy footstep approached, with a loud bang, the closed wooden door of the auditorium shattered and flew out violently under the impact of some terrible force, and the blue light of the magic shield flashed at this moment, and the broken wooden stubble was completely constricted by magic, and even the wooden door that flew upside down was suspended in the air at this moment.

The thick smell of blood began to permeate, and the screams of terror resounded at this moment.