Chapter 461: Easter
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Felix took out the small colored candles from the package with interest, inserted them on the cake, and lighted them one by one with matches. When the candles were blown out, he suddenly realized that he was 24 years old.
Today is the first day of the Easter holiday. He has no classes, and even Warren is still sleeping.
He thought about his latest arrangements. In the afternoon, Draco Malfoy came to practice the phantom spell. He has mastered the spell initially, but the fluctuations in the magic power are too obvious, and it is easy to be seen at close range; One thing is Harry, his Occlumency is on the right track, and the last few pages of the magic book are left.
Tomorrow is Easter, and there will be a banquet in the evening. Hearing that the other four schools will perform shows, he sincerely hopes that the busy goblins he saw when passing by Quidditch Stadium were not preparing for this... the next day he will set off to the Ministry of Magic, to the Ministry of Magic The Auror and the striker conducted training and handed over the completed Mowen booklet to the publisher by the way. Scrimgeour wrote a letter saying that he would be granted a false position as a consultant. Although he didn't care, he politely thanked him in his reply.
The bedroom door opened, and Warren stood by the door yawning.
"Haw...?"
"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..."
"Hum!"
In the evening of the next day, the Hogwarts Auditorium was brightly lit. Many little wizards have gone home for the holidays, but a considerable number of people have stayed, just to watch the legendary goblin performance.
When Felix walked into the auditorium, he saw a huge Easter egg in the center of the room. When he got closer, he discovered that this egg was made of various sweets. He saw fruit preserves, pudding, mint hard candies, praline candies, bonbons, soft candies... A group of students gathered around the eggs and pointed to the eggs. Give pointers.
The chairperson of the male and female student union had to announce loudly that this will be shared after the dinner is over.
However, Harry is not very hungry for eggs. He has eaten too much sweets in the past two days. In addition to Professor Haipu’s birthday cake, which was distributed yesterday afternoon, he also received a dragon-egg-sized one from Mrs. Weasley this morning. Easter eggs, filled with homemade toffee, he ate a little bit, even hiccups are a sweet and greasy taste.
He found a seat with Ron and Hermione and waited for the dinner to begin.
"I said that woman can't stop!" Hermione threw a newspaper over.
Harry took a look at it, "Nothing out of the ordinary..."
"She spread the rumors that I practiced giant magic!" Hermione said angrily. "Do I seem to be related to the troll?"
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"The talent of trolls, but the magic world has always been suspicious of this, but they have to make up something, otherwise the trolls will be no different from ordinary creatures." Fred and George sat next to them and said.
Soon, everyone arrived, and students from the other four schools were scattered on four long tables. Byers and Fleur both chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats, "What are you going to perform?" Harry asked.
"Oh, you said that," Byers looked dispirited, and said vaguely: "You'll know then. What about your school?"
Harry shook his head. He didn't know. Neville interrupted and said, "It's a ghost show. I heard the fat monk in Hufflepuff discuss the party with the almost headless Nick. The fat monk was worried that the food was not enough. use……"
Everyone looked at each other. "They want to bring ghost food into the auditorium?" Ron couldn't help but shiver.
"Don't forget, there is classroom number seven now, maybe the food tastes better." Harry reminded him.
"I still can't forget the nearly headless Nick's 500-year-old death party." Ron said pessimistically. The ghosts deliberately made everything moldy in order to make the food more flavorful.
The dinner began. The dining table was full of various foods. Harry’s gaze fell on a salmon. He couldn’t help but remember the salmon skewers he saw that day. He thought that the group of house elves in the kitchen had developed new dishes. Unfortunately, he never saw him at the dining table.
The lights dimmed at this time.
A group of silver ghosts floated in like ocean waves, sliding in some sort of queue in the auditorium. Harry saw the almost headless figure of Nick. He held his head with one hand to prevent it from falling, and the other hand The other ghosts are doing well-rehearsed movements. He looked very excited.
Harry knew that Nick had spent a lot of effort trying to get into the Headless Hunter team, but because of his lack of congenital conditions, he still had a little skin on his head, which caused him to be rejected mercilessly. He also complained about it.
A few minutes later, the ghosts gathered together, and the students clapped face-to-face. At this moment, the ghost suddenly dispersed in all directions, flying into the air to sprinkle silver light spots.
Harry raised his head and stared in horror. He recognized something egg-shaped. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, which actually took a lot of risk, because his experience taught him that contact with ghosts would make him feel like he suddenly fell into an ice cave.
But the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed all over his body, as if he had returned to the ancient magic text office, sat on the professor's sofa and read the magic book, he was stuck in the chapter called "happiness" for a long time.
"That's my memory!" A ghost floated in front of him and said excitedly, Nick who was almost headless.
"Oh, uh, that feels great." Harry complimented sincerely.
"Thank you, I finally won this opportunity!" said Nick, who was almost headless, "I mean, I had expected this result a long time ago... Only I was once a courtier of Henry VII and tasted the food in the court! "His tone became low, "Although he also sentenced me to death."
"That's a shame." Harry could only say that. But what he thought was that Henry VII must be very poor, he couldn't even afford a good axe, because Nick, who was almost headless, said that he had been chopped off by the executioner 45 times without being completely decapitated.
"Do you want to try?" Felix asked on the bench. "My memory likes to do weird things, and he complains to me that he can't get out..."
"No need," Snape said coldly, pushing away the silver light that hung around him.
At this time, the auditorium returned to light. A row of short goblins walked to the center of the auditorium. Their faces were stiffer than Snape, and they wielded their pocket short bows blankly. They seemed to draw an arrow from the back at any time, and the auditorium was silent until they exited. There was no reaction at all.
Dumbledore clapped his hands politely, leading to a sparse applause. Afterwards, the program became much more normal. The students of Vagadu performed a cheerful African dance. Nona Libert’s vigorous and graceful posture attracted the attention of many boys; the students also saw the Fairy of the Forest in Boothbarton. The chorus ~www.novelhall.com~Furong sang a serenade with them intoxicated.
"So, Professor Haipu's birthday is April 15th?" Fred asked, using a fork to pick up a piece of chicken.
"Maybe," Harry was stunned. "I didn't ask, but yesterday Professor Haipu said that the cake was only 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 in school."
"Yes," George said without hesitation, "give the gift as soon as possible."
"You want to prank the professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply.
"Don't say that," Fred did not deny, "I just want to leave a good memory... I still found out that our birthdays were all in April. Me, George and Professor Haipu. This must be a special fate. ."
"you?"
"April 1st, yes, April Fool's Day, but this is not a joke."
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Felix took out the small colored candles from the package with interest, inserted them on the cake, and lighted them one by one with matches. When the candles were blown out, he suddenly realized that he was 24 years old.
Today is the first day of the Easter holiday. He has no classes, and even Warren is still sleeping.
He thought about his latest arrangements. In the afternoon, Draco Malfoy came to practice the phantom spell. He has mastered the spell initially, but the fluctuations in the magic power are too obvious, and it is easy to be seen at close range; One thing is Harry, his Occlumency is on the right track, and the last few pages of the magic book are left.
Tomorrow is Easter, and there will be a banquet in the evening. Hearing that the other four schools will perform shows, he sincerely hopes that the busy goblins he saw when passing by Quidditch Stadium were not preparing for this... the next day he will set off to the Ministry of Magic, to the Ministry of Magic The Auror and the striker conducted training and handed over the completed Mowen booklet to the publisher by the way. Scrimgeour wrote a letter saying that he would be granted a false position as a consultant. Although he didn't care, he politely thanked him in his reply.
The bedroom door opened, and Warren stood by the door yawning.
"Haw...?"
"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..."
"Hum!"
In the evening of the next day, the Hogwarts Auditorium was brightly lit. Many little wizards have gone home for the holidays, but a considerable number of people have stayed, just to watch the legendary goblin performance.
When Felix walked into the auditorium, he saw a huge Easter egg in the center of the room. When he got closer, he discovered that this egg was made of various sweets. He saw fruit preserves, pudding, mint hard candies, praline candies, bonbons, soft candies... A group of students gathered around the eggs and pointed to the eggs. Give pointers.
The chairperson of the male and female student union had to announce loudly that this will be shared after the dinner is over.
However, Harry is not very hungry for eggs. He has eaten too much sweets in the past two days. In addition to Professor Haipu’s birthday cake, which was distributed yesterday afternoon, he also received a dragon-egg-sized one from Mrs. Weasley this morning. Easter eggs, filled with homemade toffee, he ate a little bit, even hiccups are a sweet and greasy taste.
He found a seat with Ron and Hermione and waited for the dinner to begin.
"I said that woman can't stop!" Hermione threw a newspaper over.
Harry took a look at it, "Nothing out of the ordinary..."
"She spread the rumors that I practiced giant magic!" Hermione said angrily. "Do I seem to be related to the troll?"
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"The talent of trolls, but the magic world has always been suspicious of this, but they have to make up something, otherwise the trolls will be no different from ordinary creatures." Fred and George sat next to them and said.
Soon, everyone arrived, and students from the other four schools were scattered on four long tables. Byers and Fleur both chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats, "What are you going to perform?" Harry asked.
"Oh, you said that," Byers looked dispirited, and said vaguely: "You'll know then. What about your school?"
Harry shook his head. He didn't know. Neville interrupted and said, "It's a ghost show. I heard the fat monk in Hufflepuff discuss the party with the almost headless Nick. The fat monk was worried that the food was not enough. use……"
Everyone looked at each other. "They want to bring ghost food into the auditorium?" Ron couldn't help but shiver.
"Don't forget, there is classroom number seven now, maybe the food tastes better." Harry reminded him.
"I still can't forget the nearly headless Nick's 500-year-old death party." Ron said pessimistically. The ghosts deliberately made everything moldy in order to make the food more flavorful.
The dinner began. The dining table was full of various foods. Harry’s gaze fell on a salmon. He couldn’t help but remember the salmon skewers he saw that day. He thought that the group of house elves in the kitchen had developed new dishes. Unfortunately, he never saw him at the dining table.
The lights dimmed at this time.
A group of silver ghosts floated in like ocean waves, sliding in some sort of queue in the auditorium. Harry saw the almost headless figure of Nick. He held his head with one hand to prevent it from falling, and the other hand The other ghosts are doing well-rehearsed movements. He looked very excited.
Harry knew that Nick had spent a lot of effort trying to get into the Headless Hunter team, but because of his lack of congenital conditions, he still had a little skin on his head, which caused him to be rejected mercilessly. He also complained about it.
A few minutes later, the ghosts gathered together, and the students clapped face-to-face. At this moment, the ghost suddenly dispersed in all directions, flying into the air to sprinkle silver light spots.
Harry raised his head and stared in horror. He recognized something egg-shaped. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, which actually took a lot of risk, because his experience taught him that contact with ghosts would make him feel like he suddenly fell into an ice cave.
But the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed all over his body, as if he had returned to the ancient magic text office, sat on the professor's sofa and read the magic book, he was stuck in the chapter called "happiness" for a long time.
"That's my memory!" A ghost floated in front of him and said excitedly, Nick who was almost headless.
"Oh, uh, that feels great." Harry complimented sincerely.
"Thank you, I finally won this opportunity!" said Nick, who was almost headless, "I mean, I had expected this result a long time ago... Only I was once a courtier of Henry VII and tasted the food in the court! "His tone became low, "Although he also sentenced me to death."
"That's a shame." Harry could only say that. But what he thought was that Henry VII must be very poor, he couldn't even afford a good axe, because Nick, who was almost headless, said that he had been chopped off by the executioner 45 times without being completely decapitated.
"Do you want to try?" Felix asked on the bench. "My memory likes to do weird things, and he complains to me that he can't get out..."
"No need," Snape said coldly, pushing away the silver light that hung around him.
At this time, the auditorium returned to light. A row of short goblins walked to the center of the auditorium. Their faces were stiffer than Snape, and they wielded their pocket short bows blankly. They seemed to draw an arrow from the back at any time, and the auditorium was silent until they exited. There was no reaction at all.
Dumbledore clapped his hands politely, leading to a sparse applause. Afterwards, the program became much more normal. The students of Vagadu performed a cheerful African dance. Nona Libert’s vigorous and graceful posture attracted the attention of many boys; the students also saw the Fairy of the Forest in Boothbarton. The chorus ~www.novelhall.com~Furong sang a serenade with them intoxicated.
"So, Professor Haipu's birthday is April 15th?" Fred asked, using a fork to pick up a piece of chicken.
"Maybe," Harry was stunned. "I didn't ask, but yesterday Professor Haipu said that the cake was only 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 in school."
"Yes," George said without hesitation, "give the gift as soon as possible."
"You want to prank the professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply.
"Don't say that," Fred did not deny, "I just want to leave a good memory... I still found out that our birthdays were all in April. Me, George and Professor Haipu. This must be a special fate. ."
"you?"
"April 1st, yes, April Fool's Day, but this is not a joke."
Felix took out the small colored candles from the package with interest, inserted them on the cake, and lighted them one by one with matches. When the candles were blown out, he suddenly realized that he was 24 years old.Today is the first day of the Easter holiday. He has no classes, and even Warren is still sleeping.He thought about his latest arrangements. In the afternoon, Draco Malfoy came to practice the phantom spell. He has mastered the spell initially, but the fluctuations in the magic power are too obvious, and it is easy to be seen at close range; One thing is Harry, his Occlumency is on the right track, and the last few pages of the magic book are left.Tomorrow is Easter, and there will be a banquet in the evening. Hearing that the other four schools will perform shows, he sincerely hopes that the busy goblins he saw when passing by Quidditch Stadium were not preparing for this... the next day he will set off to the Ministry of Magic, to the Ministry of Magic The Auror and the striker conducted training and handed over the completed Mowen booklet to the publisher by the way. Scrimgeour wrote a letter saying that he would be granted a false position as a consultant. Although he didn't care, he politely thanked him in his reply.The bedroom door opened, and Warren stood by the door yawning."Haw...?""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...""Hum!"In the evening of the next day, the Hogwarts Auditorium was brightly lit. Many little wizards have gone home for the holidays, but a considerable number of people have stayed, just to watch the legendary goblin performance.When Felix walked into the auditorium, he saw a huge Easter egg in the center of the room. When he got closer, he discovered that this egg was made of various sweets. He saw fruit preserves, pudding, mint hard candies, praline candies, bonbons, soft candies... A group of students gathered around the eggs and pointed to the eggs. Give pointers.The chairperson of the male and female student union had to announce loudly that this will be shared after the dinner is over.However, Harry is not very hungry for eggs. He has eaten too much sweets in the past two days. In addition to Professor Haipu's birthday cake, which was distributed yesterday afternoon, he also received a dragon-egg-sized one from Mrs. Weasley this morning. Easter eggs, filled with homemade toffee, he ate a little bit, even hiccups are a sweet and greasy taste.He found a seat with Ron and Hermione and waited for the dinner to begin."I said that woman can't stop!" Hermione threw a newspaper over.Harry took a look at it, "Nothing out of the ordinary...""She spread the rumors that I practiced giant magic!" Hermione said angrily. "Do I seem to be related to the troll?""What's that?" Harry asked."The talent of trolls, but the magic world has always been suspicious of this, but they have to make up something, otherwise the trolls will be no different from ordinary creatures." Fred and George sat next to them and said.Soon, everyone arrived, and students from the other four schools were scattered on four long tables. Byers and Fleur both chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats, "What are you going to perform?" Harry asked."Oh, you said that," Byers looked dispirited, and said vaguely: "You'll know then. What about your school?"Harry shook his head. He didn't know. Neville interrupted and said, "It's a ghost show. I heard the fat monk in Hufflepuff discuss the party with the almost headless Nick. The fat monk was worried that the food was not enough. use"Everyone looked at each other. "They want to bring ghost food into the auditorium?" Ron couldn't help but shiver."Don't forget, there is classroom number seven now, maybe the food tastes better." Harry reminded him."I still can't forget the nearly headless Nick's 500-year-old death party." Ron said pessimistically. The ghosts deliberately made everything moldy in order to make the food more flavorful.The dinner began. The dining table was full of various foods. Harry's gaze fell on a salmon. He couldn't help but remember the salmon skewers he saw that day. He thought that the group of house elves in the kitchen had developed new dishes. Unfortunately, he never saw him at the dining table.The lights dimmed at this time.A group of silver ghosts floated in like ocean waves, sliding in some sort of queue in the auditorium. Harry saw the almost headless figure of Nick. He held his head with one hand to prevent it from falling, and the other hand The other ghosts are doing well-rehearsed movements. He looked very excited.Harry knew that Nick had spent a lot of effort trying to get into the Headless Hunter team, but because of his lack of congenital conditions, he still had a little skin on his head, which caused him to be rejected mercilessly. He also complained about it.A few minutes later, the ghosts gathered together, and the students clapped face-to-face. At this moment, the ghost suddenly dispersed in all directions, flying into the air to sprinkle silver light spots.Harry raised his head and stared in horror. He recognized something egg-shaped. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, which actually took a lot of risk, because his experience taught him that contact with ghosts would make him feel like he suddenly fell into an ice cave.But the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed all over his body, as if he had returned to the ancient magic text office, sat on the professor's sofa and read the magic book, he was stuck in the chapter called "happiness" for a long time."That's my memory!" A ghost floated in front of him and said excitedly, Nick who was almost headless."Oh, uh, that feels great." Harry complimented sincerely."Thank you, I finally won this opportunity!" said Nick, who was almost headless, "I mean, I had expected this result a long time ago... Only I was once a courtier of Henry VII and tasted the food in the court! "His tone became low, "Although he also sentenced me to death.""That's a shame." Harry could only say that. But what he thought was that Henry VII must be very poor, he couldn't even afford a good axe, because Nick, who was almost headless, said that he had been chopped off by the executioner 45 times without being completely decapitated."Do you want to try?" Felix asked on the bench. "My memory likes to do weird things, and he complains to me that he can't get out...""No need," Snape said coldly, pushing away the silver light that hung around him.At this time, the auditorium returned to light. A row of short goblins walked to the center of the auditorium. Their faces were stiffer than Snape, and they wielded their pocket short bows blankly. They seemed to draw an arrow from the back at any time, and the auditorium was silent until they exited. There was no reaction at all.Dumbledore clapped his hands politely, leading to a sparse applause. Afterwards, the program became much more normal. The students of Vagadu performed a cheerful African dance. Nona Libert's vigorous and graceful posture attracted the attention of many boys; the students also saw the Fairy of the Forest in Boothbarton. The chorus ~www.novelhall.com~Furong sang a serenade with them intoxicated."So, Professor Haipu's birthday is April 15th?" Fred asked, using a fork to pick up a piece of chicken."Maybe," Harry was stunned. "I didn't ask, but yesterday Professor Haipu said that the cake was only 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 in school.""Yes," George said without hesitation, "give the gift as soon as possible.""You want to prank the professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply."Don't say that," Fred did not deny, "I just want to leave a good memory... I still found out that our birthdays were all in April. Me, George and Professor Haipu. This must be a special fate. .""you?""April 1st, yes, April Fool's Day, but this is not a joke."
