Of course, this group of little wizards acted like nobles, and the carnival seemed a lot more reserved. They sat in the auditorium "so expensive", and then slowly commented on where they had not done a good job in the decorations just now, and occasionally mixed in with other comments.
The teachers’ admiration for the decoration…
If the sound hadn't been played so loudly, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been so Versailles.
But now...
Just looking at the unconvinced expressions of the Gryffindors next to me, I knew that I was showing off well enough.
As the prefect, Jim Hollens arranged everything in place and then slowly walked into the auditorium.
He had obviously heard about the first-year students' feats in the afternoon. At this moment, he looked around at the Slytherin square table. The tablecloth was white with gold and green lace, the patterns on the dishes were meticulously traced with gold powder, and the arched floor-to-ceiling windows had perfect pleats and a deep sense of fall.
The deep silver-green tent...
As well as the pumpkin decorations on the table, bats, birds, and the candle flames in the belly of the pumpkin often create snake shapes.
He stared at Lin An with his blue eyes, and then said sincerely: "It is really a big loss for Slytherin that you were not chosen as prefect."
Lin An subconsciously looked at the silent prefect sitting beside him - his name was Hob Lawrence. He was like a silent porter in Slytherin, carrying him wherever there was need.
After hearing this, not only was he not unhappy, but he nodded repeatedly.
However, Jem Hollens is indeed Jem Hollens. His eyes like the blue sea stared at Hob, who was just in second grade, and then said in a gentler and respectful tone: "Your
I admire you even more for your big heart.”
"I'm very lucky that you are the first-year pilot."
Good guy!
This bowl of water is quite flat!
Lin An admired in his heart, thinking that it was not unreasonable for Slytherin to often gather a large number of people to do things together.
In terms of such thoughtfulness and language arts, which Gryffindor student can do it?
You know, Ron, as his younger brother, still dislikes Percy for being an official fan!
The atmosphere in their entire college has nothing to do with politics.
Draco was rarely quiet tonight. He really put a lot of effort into decorating in the afternoon. This snow-white tablecloth with imitation sheepskin texture and particularly good drape made Lin An extremely satisfied. He used his unskilled transformation technique to decorate it.
It changes bit by bit——
For a first-year freshman, this takes a lot of effort.
But fortunately, the results finally came out, and even Draco himself was deeply impressed by his aesthetics.
——Although this tablecloth may lose its magic by the end of the dinner, it is enough to make him proud.
…
Halloween is indeed a grand festival, and the whole auditorium is lively and noisy.
Lin An only had time to say hello to Harry from afar, and soon saw the little savior being led by Ron and surrounding him among the students.
And as he glanced at the long Gryffindor table, he always felt that something was not quite right.
And...on Halloween...is there anything else going on?
I'm really sorry, after all, there was such a long gap between the two lives, and the original book was even read when she was a student.
Now that I think about how detailed the content is... I can only rely on fate and a flash of inspiration.
Until Draco picked up a potato with the skin on.
Yes, they don't peel the potatoes when they boil them, even though it's just a thin layer of skin -
And just when the young master frowned and a touch of dissatisfaction brewed in his gray-blue eyes, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open heavily!
Professor Quirrell ran in.
His big scarf was put on his head crookedly, his face was full of panic, and then he staggered to Dumbledore's side, and then he fell on the table:
"The troll—in the basement—thought you should know."
