Filch had only been freed from petrification for a few days, could not believe the reality before him.
Not long after the banquet began, just as McGonagall was holding up the annual House Cup, countless fireworks suddenly exploded.
For the past six months, he's had nightmares that seem to include scenes of Mars flying everywhere.
That's right!
And there's the red-haired Weasley troublemaker!
After a round of fireworks, a sumptuous feast appeared on the long table.
Fred and George sat down, with no intention of wasting the food.
Judging from their slightly excited expressions, there should be a second round of fireworks.
Dumbledore his pudding, occasionally raising his glass to share a small sip with the professors.
A tipsy Trelawney put down an empty wine bottle.
She reached out and accidentally knocked over three other empty bottles.
Snape, who was standing nearby, quickly moved aside.
"Oh, Severus?" Trelawney swayed closer.
"Merlin's Sherry! When did you get back?"
Snape stepped back to the side with obvious disgust. "I've been here the whole time."
"Impossible!" she exclaimed, waving her hand forcefully forward.
"My Third Eye tells me that you will encounter a series of unfortunate events."
From a certain perspective, it was indeed a series of misfortunes.
But that's hindsight.
Also, quickly put down that bottle of sherry that you secretly stole!
"You're drunk."
Trelawney uncorked the bottle and inhaled the fresh, elegant fragrance. "No, Severus, I'm not drunk."
She suddenly straightened up and looked up at the ceiling.
Snape was taken aback for a moment.
"Hiccup—" She hiccuped, then shivered, her head tilting downwards.
"Today is truly a day to celebrate."
She poured herself a glass of wine and drank about half of it in one gulp.
Snape's face was terribly grim.
For the past thirteen years, I've come here almost every year.
He hated Prophecy, but he couldn't ignore them.
"Severus— " Trelawney raised her glass, "How about we have a drink to celebrate your end to your misfortune?"
"No." Snape stood up from the staff table with a dark expression.
Can you expect reliable Prophecy from the mouth of this crazy drunkard?
As he strode toward the Great Hall entrance, several small, round white objects landed on the Slytherin table.
Draco got splashed with soup on his school uniform.
"Who is it!"
Crabbe and Goyle put down their chicken legs and looked around warily.
Realizing what was happening, Daphne quickly got up and walked past Snape.
With a loud "bang," the bubble beans, which had expanded upon contact with water, burst the soup bowl.
The soup spilled onto Draco's smooth, neat blond hair.
"Hahahaha—" Fred and George laughed so hard they rolled on the floor.
Draco touched his forehead. "Damn Weasley!"
Pick up a Bubble Bean the size of Quaffle and throw it forcefully at the Gryffindor table.
It flew past Snape's big nose almost touching it.
A few drops of soup fell onto his greasy, medium-length black hair and his horribly gloomy face.
With a "whoosh," Bubble Bean soared over the heads of the Little Lions, smashed through the window, and flew out of the castle... "Good shot!" Lee held a lamb chop to his mouth.
"Malfoy truly lives up to his reputation as Slytherin Quidditch Team; he can even handle the Pursuer position!"
Draco clenched his fist, about to say something, when he was splashed in the face with soup again.
There wasn't just one bubble bean; this time, it burst Goyle's large soup bowl.
Pick it up with both hands and throw it over hard.
"Bang—bang bang—"
Snape turned around as he pushed open the Great Hall doors.
The expected scene did not occur.
Bubble Bean seemed to be knocked back by something, which knocked Draco to the floor.
Judging from the metal baseball bat in Vincent's hand, the ball he threw was incredibly accurate.
"Wow!" Li exaggeratedly struck a hitting motion.
"Look at our Wayne! He somehow produced a bat and hit the ball back to Malfoy!"
Draco, who was helped up by Crabbe and Goyle, had a livid face.
"Wayne!"
Snape sneered repeatedly.
A fight is inevitable; a fight is definitely going to break out.
Moreover, it has to be a huge, earth-shattering, and a commotion so great that students have no choice but to be expelled.
"Clink-clink—" Dumbledore, then pointed the Elder Wand at the Slytherin table.
The bubble bean, which was still expanding, quickly deflated.
"I think the party should be saved for the last weekend of the semester, which is tomorrow."
Vincent transformed the bat back into the Owl Court badge;
Fred and George put the small balls back into their pockets;
Li sat down and took a bite of the lamb chop in his hand;
Draco also sat down, gritting his teeth.
Dumbledore smiled at the staff table. "The train will depart at 11 a. m. on Sunday. I wish you all a pleasant summer vacation in advance."
I'm quite happy right now.
Although it is relatively speaking.
Snape walked out of the Great Hall with a gloomy aura, like an evil spirit.
Vincent felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.
He ignored Draco's resentful and bitter gaze and met Dumbledore's meaningful eyes.
Since the principal has spoken, we should give him the respect he deserves.
But once it gets to midnight, it's time to party to your heart's content.
Owl Court Club Room.
"Please give a round of applause to our Gwent champion on stage!"
The innermost arena was temporarily replaced with an awards podium.
The room was filled with students, all of whom were smiling and clapping for Luna.
She walked quietly onto the stage and accepted a trophy from Vincent's hands.
The material is shape Memory Alloy, and the design is Gu Gu holding up a Gwent.
The card bears the words "1992 Hogwarts Annual Champion," and the trophy base is engraved with Luna Lovegood's name.
"Congratulations." Vincent gestured for her to take a closer look at the trophy.
Luna turned the back over in confusion and found a small string of symbols engraved on the tail feathers.
"Wayne, what are they?"
"Some simple little decorations."
She blinked her big eyes. "Will it reveal its original magical function after being rearranged?"
Vincent smiled and nodded.
This little witch's intuition is always very accurate.
He put the microphone back to his mouth, "Next up is our runner-up!"
Fred and George's whistles were so shrill that they couldn't be drowned out by the thunderous applause.
It felt like a joke, or perhaps a sarcastic remark.
Percy walked onto the stage with his ears red.
He accepted the iron-copper alloy trophy from Vincent and stood silently next to Luna.
"And finally, we got third place!"
Roger Davis raised a pure silver trophy amidst even louder applause.
As the new Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw, the tall and handsome man is very popular with the students.
"Alright, the awards ceremony is over." Vincent drew his wand. "Let's play some music!"
One by one, the wall lamps transformed into bass guitars, and more and more low-pitched saxophone brass pipes emerged from the ceiling.
As the instruments began to play automatically, the entire Club Room was filled with rhythmic music.
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