After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

That morning, the decoration of the auditorium changed again.

Because it was Halloween, a large group of chocolate bats were flying around the auditorium, and there were hundreds of little pumpkin figures glaring at everyone from every corner.

I don’t know who started it, but each pumpkin has been turned into the face of a different student, with small notes with different names stuck on them.

It was quite interesting. Draco and Harry also found two pumpkin figurines that had not been burned and transformed them into the appearance of Draco and Harry.

Harry thought about it and cast two protective spells to prevent it from being taken away.

In the Great Hall, everyone was discussing the Hogwarts students who might participate in the tournament.

Draco and Harry arrived a little late, and when they sat down, they saw Pansy's indescribable expression.

Even the usually lively Ron looked thoughtful.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked Pansy curiously. Pansy raised her chin and pointed in a certain direction.

How to say it, the moment she saw it this morning, she suddenly lost all her strength and means.

Draco and Harry looked in the direction Pansy pointed.

Hagrid was wearing his favorite suit, which Pansy had complained about the most, a brown furry baggy suit, and a yellow and orange plaid tie.

He wore a white shirt with a floral collar, which made his neck look short and thick. And a pair of dark brown tights... Oh my god! What a weird outfit! There's no aesthetic appeal at all!

Because they had a good relationship with Hagrid, they sent Hagrid a lot of things, both openly and secretly, under the pretext of asking Hagrid to help collect Forbidden Forest herbs.

Logically speaking, Hagrid can be considered to have some assets, so why is his aesthetic taste so off?

Mingming could still talk coherently when he and Pansy were looking at fashion magazines.

To be fair, Hagrid actually looks quite handsome after drinking the potion, but he doesn't want to shave off his beloved beard, so...

He had obviously put a lot of effort into styling his tangled beard and hair into something smooth and silky, but Drake had used more than two bottles of hair oil.

The evidence was that they could smell the rich fragrance of osmanthus even when they were sitting at the back of the table.

Hagrid was currently courting Madame Maxime. They couldn't hear what Hagrid was saying, but when he was talking to Madame Maxime, his expression was infatuated and his eyes were almost tearing.

Draco and Harry stared at him blankly for a moment, then apparently decided not to comment.

"Um...do you have anything to do this afternoon?" Draco turned to ask his friends.

"I don't have classes today, what's wrong?" Hermione noticed the eager glint in Draco's eyes.

"I have an idea. Isn't today Halloween..." Draco whispered mysteriously with his friends.

"You're a genius, Draco!" Ron stopped thinking, his eyes sparkling, and he was clearly a bit restless. "I'll go get George and Fred; they're sure to be interested!"

Before he could finish his words, Ron ran out, and of course Blaise followed him.

He returned a short while later with George and Fred.

"I heard our little prince," "has a brilliant idea."

George and Fred stared at Draco with interest.

"I think we can set up a haunted house!" Draco said excitedly, and he told everyone his idea for the Shrieking Shack.

"Haunted house? Sounds fun!" Theodore also became excited. "We can make the props and scenes ourselves."

Everyone was a little surprised. They didn't expect that Theodore, who was usually taciturn, was so... wild inside?

Theodore blurted out something subconsciously, then realized that something was wrong, and his face turned red under everyone's gaze.

"Yes, we can create a scary haunted house." Harry came to the rescue. "Set up various mechanisms and traps to scare and surprise the participants."

"We can also invite students from other colleges to join us and let them feel the Halloween atmosphere," Ron added.

"Then let's start preparing!" Hermione said, "We need to collect some materials, such as black cloth, fake blood, skeleton models, etc."

"Yes, we also need to make some sound and lighting effects to make the whole haunted house more realistic." Harry said.

"Don't forget magic, magic, my friends!" Cedric felt that they had forgotten the most important thing.

For wizards, isn't magic the first choice?

Ron gave a thumbs up. As expected of Cedric, he was very comprehensive.

"Then let's get started now!" Draco said, "Let's collect the materials and start setting up the haunted house!"

They were mysterious and disappeared as soon as they finished breakfast.

But Dumbledore knew something, because Draco came to him and asked for the use of the Shrieking Shack and the educational rights of the Whomping Willow.

Dumbledore readily agreed.

Even though he knew they were going to cause trouble, but...what did it have to do with him? He was just an old man who liked to watch the fun.

They were busy for the entire morning collecting materials, making props, and setting up the scene.

In the end, they succeeded in creating a haunted house that was both scary and fun, just as they wanted.

However, the participants did not think it was that scary, so they had to find someone to try it out.

The first to be affected was Neville, who was not here this morning because of something.

The lucky Neville came out with trembling legs, revealing a smile uglier than crying, and tried hard to raise his thumbs.

"Very good! Everyone will like it!" He gritted his teeth secretly, he couldn't let himself bear this sin in vain!

Now, he is no longer the Neville he once was! He is Niu Hulu Neville!

Draco and his friends promoted their haunted house at noon, guaranteeing great value for money.

It spread throughout Hogwarts in almost no time.

Everyone was bored, and when they heard there was going to be fun, they all wanted to join in the fun.

Following Draco's propaganda, the students at Hogwarts flocked to the haunted house, which was said to offer excellent value for money. They were filled with curiosity and excitement, not knowing what they were about to encounter.

Draco and his team set the number of people who can enter at one time at two people, and one group can enter after one minute. Space folding magic is used, which will make all teams seem to be in a parallel space and time.

What happens to everyone is random and uncontrollable.

And there's a little surprise.

Draco had set the exit in the Black Lake with a sense of humor. He guaranteed that it would make everyone unforgettable.

There were several Dementors wandering outside the campus, and Draco used magic to catch a few more of them from a distance, hehe, to replenish the experimental materials.

He had almost forgotten that Dementors were stationed at the gates of Hogwarts.

There was a magic circle so the Dementors couldn't get in, but Dumbledore didn't even mention it.

He had to endure Fudge's impotent rage.

Everyone saw Draco and his team letting a group of people in every minute, and they thought it shouldn't be too scary. They relaxed and chatted with their friends while waiting, guessing what the layout inside was like.

There were so many people queuing that no one noticed and no one came out at all.

Osht and Adrian were among them.

Adrian always felt something was wrong, but after seeing Osht's expectant look, he suppressed his doubts.

As long as Osht is happy.

The two of them entered the famous Screaming Shack together. When Adrian passed by the big green bow tree next to it, he felt that it looked familiar.

The two stepped into the dark room carefully, but they always felt that they had forgotten something, but they couldn't remember what it was.

Osht saw a set of stairs leading upstairs, and there seemed to be nothing else on the first floor.

Curiosity and fear mixed together into a force that made him move over while holding Adrian's hand tightly.

Adrian looked around. There was only a little light coming from the stairs, and the entire first floor was dark and he couldn't see anything.

With a "meow", something suddenly flashed by, and Osht's courage, which was as hard as glass, was instantly shattered. He screamed and almost stumbled to the ground.

Fortunately, Adrian caught him in time.

"Osho, it's okay, it's a cat." About 5 meters away from them, the outline of a cat could be vaguely seen in the darkness.

Its eyes glowed a faint green light in the darkness.

Osht pretended to be calm, stood up and brushed off the non-existent dust on his body.

After this scare, it seemed as if all his fears quickly dissipated. He mustered up his courage and walked quickly up.

Every time footsteps stepped on the stairs, there was a slight echo, and fear mixed with the echo spread everywhere, as if something was approaching in the air.

Osht supported himself on the wall and moved forward slowly amidst the sound of his throbbing heartbeat.

There is only one door after going up the stairs, and behind the door is a large, empty, quiet room without any partitions.

There were only a few wooden boards at the base of the wall, and a sense of tranquility flowed in the air.

Osht breathed a sigh of relief. Bright, bright spots are good.

He was now in the mood to look around and discovered some children's paintings on the wall, but the colors were either red or black, which did not make him feel comfortable.

He saw Adrian standing still in front of a painting, so he went over too.

The painting was the only normal one in the room, and it showed a cute little child.

Adrian looked solemn. He felt that the little girl's eyes moved.

The white curtains began to flutter restlessly, and the pale moonlight seeped in eerily. The folds on the gauze rippled, gradually revealing the shape of a child. She stared at the backs of Adrian and Osht, grinning.

Osht and Adrian both turned their heads alertly, but there was nothing but the curtains fluttering in the wind.

It turned out to be a false alarm. Osht relaxed, but Adrian was stiff all over.

"Osht, did you open the window?" His voice was dry.

"No..." Osht reacted and broke out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door, and neither Osht nor Adrian dared to move.

The knocks on the door stopped after three times, and Osht breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard simultaneous sighs of relief from both sides, and he said to Adrian and...who?

How did he remember that it was just him and Adrien here?

He was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He grabbed the hand of Adrian who was standing on his left and ran away.

His feet were suddenly suspended in the air, and a feeling of weightlessness came over him. Osht felt as if he had fallen into an abyss and lost all consciousness.

With a loud bang, Osht's whole body trembled, he opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

He was in a long, dark corridor, and Adrian was nowhere to be seen.

He guessed that maybe he and Adrian accidentally stepped on a mechanism when they were escaping and fell into the underground passage here.

It was not known whether the layer of water that had accumulated on the ground was due to the dark and damp environment in the underground passage, but Osht could not stand the sticky feeling on his body.

He calmed himself down, thinking that finding Adrian was the most important thing, and without paying attention to the water stains on his body, he staggered to his feet.

He waved his hands subconsciously, then suddenly realized that he didn't know what he was doing.

Osht walked forward a little nervously, and suddenly felt that he stepped on something. He looked down and found that it was an arm.

He was so scared that his hair stood on end...wait...that liquid he thought was water just now...

There were some old kerosene lamps in the passage, but the light was so dim that Osht couldn't see clearly.

There seemed to be footsteps coming from behind, and Osht thought it was Adrian, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and waited for the figure to slowly approach. But the closer it got, the more he could feel the cool air.

"Ah, Adrian?" Osht's voice was unusually hoarse.

The shadow paused.

"Hee hee~"

The woman's laughter made Osht's hair stand on end instantly, and he ran away without hesitation.

There were strange unknown sounds, the sharp laughter of ghosts, and the darkness in front was like a big mouth that seemed to have no end, as if it was going to slowly swallow Osht.

Osht felt as if every step he took was hitting his heart, and he seemed to be suffocating.

He didn't dare look back, fear and despair filled his heart.

He could already feel the ghost girl's sharp nails touching his neck coldly.

He shouldn't have come with Adrian to explore the abandoned haunted house that was rumored to be haunted...

No... that's not the case...

He should be here with a lot of friends... He is... Slytherin... What is Slytherin?

No, that's not right! He shouldn't be so helpless, he is... but!

Osht's head felt dizzy from running, and he felt snowflakes flashing in front of his eyes.

He always felt that everything here was out of place, and his mind was so confused that he didn't know what he was thinking.

As he had a flash of inspiration, a door suddenly appeared in front of him, and he subconsciously pushed it open.

In an instant, he was caught off guard and found himself in the lake, choking on his saliva.

But Osht, who had already remembered his identity as a wizard, was not at all panicked. He cast a bubble spell on himself and swam hard upstream.

That's right, he had remembered that he was a wizard.

I really don't know how Malfoy did it. This kind of magic is unheard of.

I wonder if I can ask him for advice?