The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Holding Mrs. Loris, who had been washed away and transformed into a fat white kitten, Zhang Qi returned to the hall of Hogwarts.

The current Hogwarts auditorium is completely different from its usual appearance. Pumpkins and ribbons are hung on the load-bearing beams of the castle. The armor that usually accumulates a lot of dust has also been scrubbed so that the silhouette of a human figure can be seen. The skeleton with ribbons on its body is rattling. Dagada's were walking around in the castle. Whenever someone passed by them, they would extend their hands to that person in a friendly manner, so naturally a scream would sound from time to time in the castle.

Today is Halloween, and all the professors did not leave homework in class, and they all tried their best to speed up the class so that get out of class could end early so that everyone could enjoy the grand banquet tonight.

In the invisible underground kitchen of Hogwarts, the industrious house elves are working hard to prepare delicious dishes for the evening banquet.

"Mr. Filch, here is your cat."

Zhang Qi happened to see Filch place a huge pumpkin at the front of Slytherin's long table. Professor Flitwick was using his wand to hollow out the flesh of the pumpkin, intending to carve out the flesh on the surface of the pumpkin. A festive grimace.

"This? Is this Mrs. Norris?"

Filch took the cat from Zhang Qi's arms and looked at the white cat fur in a daze.

"Yes, you may not wash it very cleanly when you give it a bath. I just used half a bottle of shower gel to give it a normal color"...

"Wow, Argus, Mrs. Norris is so beautiful!"

Friviy on the side saw this beautiful kitten and came over decisively. He stretched out his hand and stroked the cat's head twice. Mrs. Lorris purred happily.

Sure enough, this is an era of looking at faces. In the past, no one came to pet this cat when it was dirty. Now, once you give it a bath, people who look at faces will take the initiative to come over after it is clean.

Zhang Qi couldn't help but sigh in his heart about the declining current situation of this world.

"Ah, there you are, Mr. Greengrass."

Zhang Qi, who was looking around, happened to see his silly roommate coming down the stairs with a collapsed look on his face, so he stepped forward and said hello cordially.

"I, I can't do it anymore"...

Alito said slowly and very weakly.

Filch was very strict with his training. For example, during one training session, Filch turned the Room of Requirement into a huge playground and asked Alito to run within the allotted 1 minute and 30 seconds. 400 meters, once you can't finish it, you have to continue training.

In addition, there are trainings such as swordsmanship and shooting. Filch originally thought that this weak child would not be able to withstand such rigorous training, but he was wrong. After several failures, Alito actually managed to I barely kept up with his pace and completed the task with some success.

The price is that I am exhausted every day, and I almost don’t have the energy to take a comfortable hot bath in the bathtub.

But this is not without its benefits. Now when his sister Daphne tries to fight with her sister, she is often killed and suppressed by her sister. Now every fight ends with Daphne being pinned down by her sister. Unable to move.

(It seems that this statement is a bit ambiguous. I want to go over and face the wall.)

"Ah, I heard that tonight's banquet will be very grand. You can take this opportunity to make up for yourself."

Zhang Qi patted his roommate on the shoulder so hard that he almost knocked him to the ground.

"Steak, pumpkin, nut cake"~

Alito muttered weakly.

"But there's still an hour until dinner, I'm so hungry"...

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As the last rays of sunset dip below the horizon, the Halloween party officially begins.

Countless delicacies suddenly appeared on the long table with a soft popping sound. Everyone, who had already become lively, immediately reached out to the plates without hesitation and began to feast.

The skeletons with ribbons on their backs walked to the podium carrying musical instruments they took out from nowhere, and began to play weird but very nice music for everyone.

The entire Hogwarts Great Hall was filled with an atmosphere of joy.

"Astoria! Let me emphasize to you one last time, be more ladylike when eating. Even if you are indeed pretending to be a boy now, you can't be like Ronald Weasley from the stupid lions next door. The food is so dishonorable!"

Daphne, who hated iron and steel, tapped her sister's plate sitting opposite her with her fork.

Alito raised his head, looked at his sister with innocent eyes, then pulled out the chicken thigh bone from his mouth with his right hand, threw it aside, and picked up a new one. chicken legs.

"Forget it, I can't control you"...

The deflated Daphne shook her head sadly and allowed her own sister to eat and stuff.

"Hey, Hilbert, where are Pott and his two inseparable followers? I just looked around the Gryffindor table and didn't see the three of them."

Draco, who had become more familiar with Zhang Qi these days, quietly patted Zhang Qi's shoulder.

"Oh, I heard Sir Bloody Barrow say that they should go to the basement to attend the party of ghosts. Today is the [-]th anniversary of the death of Headless Nick, and those ghosts are going to have a grand party in the basement."

Zhang Qi chewed the steak he stuffed into his mouth and swallowed it, then continued.

"But I heard that the ghosts' parties are also very sumptuous, with rotten barbecue and sheep's tripe, moldy cakes, and bread as hard as a stone. If you eat faster, you might be able to catch up with their carnival. the end of".

"Uh, forget it."

Draco waved his hands with a disgusted expression.

"To be honest, I really admire the courage of those Gryffindor students for going to such a bizarre party."

Farley next to him continued.

"I agree with what you said. My mother always told me when I was little. She said you never know what weird things a Gryffindor boy can do."

Zhang Qi nodded quickly in agreement, and then swallowed the food in his mouth.

"I think my mother still has a certain say in the temperament of Gryffindor boys. After all, when she was in seventh grade, she defeated four of them in single combat, including Potter's father."

Zhang Qi continued with some emotion.

"My mother had a good relationship with all the students in the school at that time, but she only had trouble with the Gryffindor boys, especially one of them named Black who once boasted to his friends that he wanted to pursue my mother." .....

Now that I think about it carefully, Zhang Qi thinks that Blake's aesthetics are quite good, but it's a pity that his brain is a little hard to use.

"Then what"?

Several people asked in unison.

Zhang Qi, who had just finished chewing a chicken leg, raised his head and found that the eyes of the Slytherin seniors around him were already burning with the flames of gossip.

As expected, eating melon is not a good virtue unique to Hufflepuff students.

"Well, my mother broke into the Gryffindor common room, took him and his friends out, beat them up, and threw them into the Black Lake. Then Hagrid finally fished them all out in a boat. Come up”.

"Wow, a role model for our generation"!

Everyone let out a cry of admiration.