A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 461: Easter

Felix took out small colored candles from the package with great interest, inserted them on the cake, and lit them one by one with a match. When he blew out the candles, he suddenly realized that he was already 24 years old .

Today is the first day of the Easter holiday, he has no classes, and even Varen is still sleeping in.

He thought about his recent arrangements. In the afternoon, Draco Malfoy came to practice the Disillusionment Curse. He had initially mastered this spell, but the fluctuation of the magic power was too obvious, and it was easy for people to see the flaws at close range. ; a little later there was Harry, whose Occlumency was on track, and the last pages of the spellbook.

Tomorrow is Easter, and there is a banquet in the evening. He had heard that the other four schools would be performing, and he wished wholeheartedly that the busy goblins he had seen walking past the Quidditch pitch weren't preparing for it... the next day he would set off for the Ministry of Magic Aurors and Strikers conduct training, handing over the finished rune booklet to the publisher along the way. Scrimgeour wrote that he would be offered a vain position of advisor, and he thanked him politely, though he dismissed it.

The bedroom door opened, and Varen stood there yawning.

"Chirp...?"

"A familiar taste?" Felix laughed. "It's a birthday cake. We can eat the fruit and chocolate on it first. I really miss it. I only ate it when I was in the orphanage..."

"Hey!"

In the evening of the second day, the Hogwarts Great Hall was brightly lit. Many young wizards have gone home for the holidays, but quite a few of them stayed just to watch the legendary goblin performance.

When Felix walked into the auditorium, he saw a huge Easter egg in the middle of the room. When he got closer, he realized that the egg was made up of various sweets. He saw fruit preserves, pudding, mint hard candies, pralines, liqueur chocolates, and fudge... A group of students gathered around the egg and pointed at it. give pointers.

The chairmen of the Boys and Girls Union had to make a loud announcement, which could only be shared after the dinner party.

However, Harry doesn't have much desire for Easter eggs. He has obviously eaten too much sweets in the past two days. In addition to Professor Haip's birthday cake that he received yesterday afternoon, he also received a dragon cake from Mrs. Weasley this morning. Egg-sized Easter eggs filled with homemade taffy, he was a little stuffed, and even his hiccups had a sweet taste.

He found a seat with Ron and Hermione, and waited for the dinner to begin.

"I just said that woman can't stop!" Hermione threw a newspaper over.

Harry took it over and took a look, "There is nothing out of the ordinary..."

"She made a rumor that I practiced great force magic!" Hermione said angrily, "Do I seem to be related to trolls?"

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"The talent of the troll, but the wizarding world has always doubted it, but they have to make up something, otherwise the troll is no different from an ordinary creature." Fred and George sat beside them.

Soon, everyone arrived, and students from the other four schools sat scattered on four long tables. Both Byers and Fleur chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats, "What show are you going to perform?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you said that," Byers said vaguely, looking downcast, "You will know when the time comes. What about your school?"

Harry shook his head, he didn't know, Neville interjected, "It's a ghost show, I heard the fat friar Hufflepuff and Nearly Headless Nick discussing the party, the fat friar was worried about the distribution There is not enough food..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. "They want to bring ghost food into the auditorium?" Ron couldn't help shivering.

"Don't forget, there is classroom seven now, maybe the food tastes better." Harry reminded him.

"I still can't get over Nearly Headless Nick's 500th death anniversary party," said Ron pessimistically. The ghosts made everything moldy on purpose to make the food taste stronger.

The dinner party has begun. The dining table was full of delicacies. Harry's eyes fell on a salmon. He couldn't help but think of the salmon skewers he saw that day. He thought the group of house elves in the kitchen had researched a new dish again. Unfortunately, he was never seen at the dinner table.

The lights dimmed.

A group of silvery ghosts floated in like a sea wave, doing some kind of parade skating around the Great Hall, and Harry saw the figure of a Nearly Headless Nick, holding his head with one hand to keep it from falling, the other Hands and other ghosts make carefully rehearsed movements. He looked very excited.

Harry knew that Nick had put in a lot of effort to join the Headless Hunters, but he was ruthlessly rejected because of his congenital inadequacies and a little skin on his head attached to his neck. He even complained about it. with.

A few minutes later, the ghosts gathered together, and the students applauded respectfully. At this time, the ghosts suddenly scattered in all directions, flying into the air and scattering silver spots of light one by one.

Harry stared up, apprehensively, at something he recognized as an egg. He couldn't help reaching out to touch it, which was actually a great risk, because his experience told him that contact with a ghost would make him feel like falling into an ice cave suddenly.

But in the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed through his whole body. He seemed to have returned to the ancient rune office, sitting on the professor's sofa and flipping through the magic book. He was stuck in the "happiness" It's been a long time.

"That's my memory!" said a ghost excitedly floating in front of him, almost headless Nick.

"Oh, uh, that feels great." Harry complimented sincerely.

"Thank you, I finally won this opportunity!" Nearly Headless Nick said, "I mean, I expected this result a long time ago... Only I was a courtier of Henry VII and tasted the taste of the court. delicious food!" His tone became low, "Although he was the one who sentenced me to death."

"That's a pity," was all Harry could say. But it occurred to him that Henry VII must have been so poor that he couldn't even afford a good axe, because Nearly Headless Nick had said that he had been cut 45 times by the executioner without completely decapitating him.

"Do you want to try it?" Felix asked at the teacher's seat. "My memory likes to do weird things, he complains to me that he can't get out..."

"No need." Snape said coldly, pushing away the silver light spots surrounding him.

At this time, the auditorium was restored to light. A row of short goblins walked to the center of the auditorium, their faces were stiffer than Snape's, and they waved their pocket shortbows expressionlessly, as if they were about to pull out an arrow from their backs and shoot them out at any moment. The auditorium was silent until they exited I didn't react for a while.

Dumbledore clapped his hands politely, leading to sparse applause. Afterwards, the program was much more normal. The students of Ouagadou danced a cheerful African dance. Nona Leibert's vigorous and graceful figure attracted the attention of many boys; the students also saw Beauxbaton's forest fairy Choir~IndoMTL.com~Fleur sang the serenade along with them intoxicatedly.

"So Professor Happe's birthday is April 15th?" asked Fred, picking up a piece of chicken with a fork.

"Maybe," Harry was stunned for a moment, "I didn't ask carefully, but yesterday Professor Haipu said that the cake was opened in the morning and it was very fresh..."

"Oh." Fred and George looked at each other tacitly, and Fred said solemnly: "George, next year is our last year at school."

"Yes," said George without hesitation, "you have to give gifts early."

"Are you going to play a prank on the Professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Don't say that," Fred didn't deny, "just wanted to make a good memory... I still just found out that our birthdays are all in April, me, George and Professor Hemp. It must be A special fate.”

"You?"

"April 1st, yeah, April Fool's Day, but it's not a joke."