Azkaban students at Hogwarts

For whatever reason, it looks like Dumbledore has started testing owls for hazmat.

This was probably Snape's suggestion.Until then, the principal had insisted that students communicate freely.

Hagrid also bought a pumpkin house for the little wolf at Roman's suggestion.As for why this nest is so comfortable, ask him about his umbrella.

But Roman didn't listen to Hagrid's suggestion and give the little wolf a name.

"Having a name means domestication. There is no need for him to accept the name of another species."

He looked at the little wolf who was jumping for joy next to the pumpkin house, and then looked at the dark Forbidden Forest.

"He should return to the Forbidden Forest to be with his family and friends."

Hagrid gave him a strange look and started picking those large pumpkins.

"I suggest we speed things up a bit."

Roman took out his wand and patted the umbrella on Hagrid's waist.

Hidden inside was Hagrid's broken wand.But the day after Roman suspected it was broken, Dumbledore repaired it with the Elder Wand.

"I really can't hide anything from you." Hagrid secretly raised his pink umbrella and started to look around, "But you won't tell anyone, right?"

"Don't worry, and I didn't meet anyone else on the way here."

Roman waved the wand to disconnect the pumpkin from the vine, and unexpectedly discovered that the wand was a good hand for farm work.

"Well, in that case..." Hagrid raised his arms, preparing to wave his wand happily.

"Roman! So you are here."

Hagrid's movements suddenly stopped. He looked into the distance warily, while rubbing his almost sprained waist.

It is most taboo to say stop when swinging the magic wand, as this may cause disc herniation in the waist.

Troca strode toward Roman along the path of the castle.

"You came just in time." Roman piled the pumpkins in the corner, "Come and have fun moving the pumpkins."

Troca didn't say anything, he also took out his wand, and the two of them waved their wands in unison.

The huge pumpkins fell off the vines and were automatically stacked neatly on a cart next to the vegetable field.

Hagrid was a little depressed. He put away his umbrella and silently went back to the house to get them some rock cakes and black tea.

"Why didn't you tell me about those letters?" Troca said cautiously as he watched Hagrid close the door.

"Don't be disgusted. Is this the first day you've known me?" Roman didn't look moved at all. "How can I still have a free life if I have to talk about such a trivial matter?"

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Troca looked at Hagrid's hut with his peripheral vision, "Do you know what effect your reply had?"

Roman's hands shook and he almost dropped the pumpkin.

"What did those idiots do?"

"They gathered more than 30 werewolves to launch a riot, and they also gathered your letters and burned them to boost morale." Troca pursed his lips without laughing, "Then they attacked each other like crazy, and finally Less than half survived.”

Roman didn't smile, but looked solemn.

"Where did you get the news? This is very dangerous. You are a professor now, not a smuggler."

"You were still a student! Don't think I don't know that you sent all your real team members to the Soviet Union and the United States." Troca whispered from his throat, "What Scrimgeour caught was just a few You don’t like the abandoned son.”

"They are just scum..." Roman's voice suddenly became too weak to be heard, "Everyone else is innocent."

"I don't see how innocent they are." Troca put his arm around his shoulders, as if helping him adjust the casting angle, "A group of Muggles breaking into the wizarding world is a life-threatening act."

Roman turned around and saw that Hagrid had come out of the room, carrying a teapot and rock biscuits.

"They chose it themselves. A few forgetting spells are not enough to eliminate their debts." Roman waved his wand obediently, like an open-minded and studious student.

"Since when have you stood on the side of justice?" Troca sneered.

"This is not justice, this is revenge."

Roman threw a large pumpkin on the cart.

Hagrid looked at the already full car and motioned to go to the castle to deliver pumpkins first.The little wolf looked at the big car of pumpkins excitedly and jumped up and down to follow the car.

"I just gave a bunch of thugs a way to get revenge."

Roman looked at his retreating back and shook off the dirt that accidentally got on his wand, "By the way, I'm asking them to give me a little help."

"Providing a way of revenge?" Troca stretched, "You are too polite. You are using one group of thugs to massacre another group of thugs."

"You're right, but why don't you just focus on moving the pumpkins now? Look there's a hobgoblin over there."

Roman changed the topic casually.

They were silent for a long time until Hagrid's pumpkin patch was cleared.

"They won't give up like this. There will definitely be werewolf attacks recently." Troca cleaned the mud from his boots and broke the silence first.

Roman wiped his wand with a cotton cloth and didn't rush to answer.

After several conflicts, both sides have already learned enough lessons.

He just followed the opponent's ideas and laid a trap, and the werewolves will definitely retaliate more violently.

The figures of Hagrid and Little Wolf appeared in the distance. Roman seized the last opportunity and turned to look at Troca:

"Troca, when did you start showing such stupid kindness? Greyback and the others are cruel to everyone and will not stop attacking because of anything."

"This is how people watched the Death Eaters grow stronger, wasn't it?"

The conversation stopped with Hagrid's greeting.

Together they will pull several carts of pumpkins to the castle, and the elves will carve them into lanterns with scary faces, big enough for two or three little wizards to sit inside.

Although Roman didn't quite understand what the point of Halloween was in a place full of real ghosts, he was still moved by the spectacular sight of Halloween.

There were probably more than 1000 live bats densely packed on the walls and ceiling, constantly circling, and some bats were rising and falling. The vibration of their wings made the candlelight flicker, and some bats flew swarm to the table, far away. From a distance it looks like a big dark cloud.

In the blink of an eye, the golden plate was filled with sumptuous dishes.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Roman quickly built a tall tower of food on his plate, then got into the jack-o-lantern in the corner of the auditorium and enjoyed his candlelight dinner.

This behavior aroused confusion among some young wizards, but after a few seconds, they understood Roman's behavior.

Fake bats are really atmospheric, and real bats really affect appetite.

The little wizards in the hall picked up their dinner plates and began to look for empty pumpkin lanterns around them.

They piled huge candles in the middle, got two or three people into each one, and quickly let themselves go.

The shadows of the little wizards were reflected on the stone walls of the castle through the enchanted pumpkin lanterns, swaying with the candlelight.

If any outsider came to Hogwarts, they would be frightened to tears by the atmosphere of the gloomy castle.

This is all thanks to the house elves, who made a large hole to save the little wizard from the danger of suffocation.

As for the senior students, they looked at their own height and the height of the pumpkin, and had to regretfully choose to have dinner with the bat.

At the teachers' table, Dumbledore, who had been absent for two months, was talking to Professor McGonagall; he didn't care that the bat he had conjured had a counterproductive effect.

Maybe this is his original purpose?