After finishing their Flying Class, the Little Lions immediately went to the Great Hall to wait.
Hagrid is carrying a giant pumpkin;
Sprout is hollowing them out;
McGonagall is using Transfiguration to make the ornaments come to life;
Flitwick added various magical effects to her works.
Most of the professors were busy, except for two who remained seated at the staff table.
Needless to say, Snape was not a warm-hearted person.
The other was a very thin woman who wore large glasses and had countless chains and beads around her neck.
Vincent only remembered seeing her at the entrance banquet.
Her hair was very voluminous, at least three levels more so than Hermione's.
She was completely out of place, and three grades above Hermione when she first entered school.
"Mr. Wayne, please don't look at me like that."
Vincent withdrew his gaze from Hermione and looked up at the ceiling where a dozen or so bats were floating.
"Wow, no wonder the Old Bat arrived before us!"
"Heh." Hermione looked toward the staff table. "She's Professor Trelawney, the Divination professor."
"Divination? Oh, it's an elective course in the third year."
In Vincent's memory, these eccentric characters always had this image.
He suddenly started shaking for no apparent reason and then uttered a shocking Prophecy.
"I don't know how many courses to take," Hermione said, looking puzzled. "What do you think I should choose?"
"Let's just select all of them." Vincent stood up and walked towards McGonagall.
"Professor, can I come and help?"
"Sure."
She also got up and went to help.
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance.
I think we—
"Let's go together."
This year's Gryffindor Little Lions have all become more enthusiastic without anyone noticing.
McGonagall smiled as she looked at everything before her.
Vincent, who conjures up little bats;
Hermione with the Levitation Charm;
Harry and Ron transform a giant pumpkin into Halloween pumpkin;
James and Alfred arranged them neatly;
Under Flitwick's guidance, they learned to add special effects magic to objects, as did Lavender and Parvati, among others.
In all her years at Hogwarts, this was the first time she had ever seen Gryffindor students so united.
Snape at the staff table was very unhappy.
The limelight has been stolen again by the foolish Little Lions.
Draco felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at as he entered the room after taking a shower.
He couldn't understand what his headmaster was thinking, but he knew what Gryffindor was doing.
"Professor McGonagall, I want to help too!"
Vincent casually pointed to the ceiling. "Can bats transform?"
"Don't underestimate me, Wayne." Draco said, gripping his wand with a defiant look on his face.
"Do you dare to see who can change more!"
While he was still waiting for a reply, Vincent conjured up two more small bats.
"Damn it, I haven't even said 'start' yet!"
"I haven't agreed to it yet."
Snape's face darkened.
Why not just go find Harry? Why do you have to go looking for torture?
Students from other grades arrived at the Great Hall one after another. Seeing the freshmen helping the professors set up, they all chose to join in.
Seeing that efficiency had greatly improved, the professors all stopped what they were doing.
"Mr. Longbottom, this big bat is quite impressive!"
"Diggory, this is the most perfect Halloween pumpkin I've seen all night."
"Very beautiful magical effects, Zhang."
Fred and George's big faces instantly lit up with smiles when they saw Quirrell walk in.
"Professor, you're late!"
"No, Professor Dumbledore hasn't even arrived yet."
His calm and unbreathable demeanor convinced the twins that Vincent's guess was correct.
Something big is bound to happen at tonight's banquet.
Quirrell ignored their eye contact and walked straight to the staff table, sitting comfortably next to Snape.
"Ah— Severus, why the long face on such a wonderful day?"
Snape glanced at him sideways. "Quirinus, I advise you to stop now, lest you ruin your hard-won image once again."
"I'm not like you, Severus."
Quirrell's gaze fell on Dumbledore, who had just entered. "I bet you're planning to do something with this opportunity, aren't you?"
"Ha—hypocrisy." Snape clicked his tongue. "And how long can you keep this up?"
Quirrell, who had been silent, stood up and greeted Dumbledore, "Professor, this is the best banquet I've ever seen!"
"Thank you for your assessment, Quirinus." Dumbledore gave Snape a subtle look.
Then his kind gaze swept over all the students who were busy at work, "Everyone's growth is great, and that's what we most want to see."
"Yes." Quirrell smiled at Vincent, who had conjured five small bats at once. "I would do anything for them."
Dumbledore looked slightly surprised. "Quirinus, are you telling the truth?"
"It has always been so." His expression was exceptionally sincere. "Professor, we are the same type of people."
Dumbledore smiled without saying a word, gave it a deep look, and then turned away to walk to his seat.
"Sonorus— "
He lowered the Elder Wand that was pointing at his throat. "I think everyone's hungry."
Thank you for your help. Now let's officially begin the banquet!
The students and professors, still busy at work, sat around a long table surrounded by countless Halloween pumpkins.
"Why don't we sit inside?" Vincent reached out and patted the Halloween pumpkin behind him.
It's a bit of a waste that Hagrid painstakingly grew pumpkins only to use them as decorations.
"Hey, didn't you say—"
Hermione knew from the look he gave her that he was about to sneak away again.
Vincent tapped the large pumpkin behind him with his wand and winked at Dumbledore at the staff table.
He took the food, crawled inside, and then sealed the opening.
"Strange—" Neville forked a small piece of potato, "He usually invites us to come together."
"It's so crowded inside, and you're not a girl."
James picked up his wand and tapped the giant pumpkin in the same way. "But seriously, I'm quite curious how he did it."
"It's a simple Transfiguration," Hermione said, drawing their attention.
"During the Transfiguration, the missing part is moved to another place, and after the deformation is removed, it will return to its original state."
Alfred tapped another Halloween pumpkin and successfully created a small notch.
"It's quite simple."
He tapped his wand against the pumpkin Vincent had entered, but nothing happened.
What are you doing?
"Uh—nothing." Alfred was startled by the large face peeking out of the pumpkin's mouth.
Vincent pulled his head back. "It's very comfortable inside. You can try it."
The pumpkin, which is three or four meters wide, is just the right size to accommodate a person moving around freely.
Of course, exceptions include people like Hagrid.
Pumpkins were in limited supply, and the students quickly snapped them all up.
Dumbledore at the staff table, took a sip of his drink.
He didn't know if any students had sneaked out, he only knew that those who were supposed to sneak out had already done so.