Halloween Eve

Albert suddenly opened his eyes. Just now, he had a terrible nightmare in which he nearly suffocated to death while making love with Hermione Granger.

Well, he admitted, this erotic yet bizarre nightmare was utterly absurd.

When Albert opened his eyes and woke up, he realized that the culprit behind the nightmare was sleeping right next to him. The Fat Cat Tom's tail had somehow landed on Albert's face, covering his nose.

Indeed, allowing Tom to go to bed after his bath was a big mistake.

"This is the last time!" Albert muttered, brushing Tom's tail aside. He sat up, reached out and twisted the fat cat up, saying seriously, "Go back to your cat bed and sleep."

Tom closed his eyes, yawned, and continued sleeping.

Winter is here, and this guy is even lazier than me.

By the way, today seems to be Halloween Eve.

Troll event will occur.

The friendship of the savior trio begins today.

Albert suddenly realized why he had that nightmare.

I guess I was overthinking it!

The story has only just begun. If, because of a small butterfly flapping its wings, the trio's relationship falls apart, then things will get complicated.

Although Albert, as a transmigrator, has a system and knows the plot, and can control many things, it doesn't mean he's willing to get involved, become a vanguard against Voldemort, survive until the end, and reap all the benefits—there's nothing wrong with that.

Therefore, Harry Potter, the Potter, is still very important.

There's nothing wrong with things proceeding according to the original plot. Hermione and Ron are indispensable members of the savior trio, at least Hermione is essential. Without her intellectual support, Harry Potter's courage might really turn into recklessness.

"What's wrong with you?"

George was awakened by Albert's movements, turned his head, yawned, and asked.

"Nothing," Albert said casually. "I had a nightmare."

"You have nightmares too?" Fred got out of bed and teased with a smile.

"What's all this noise about so early in the morning?" Lee Jordan covered his face, yawned several times, turned over, and prepared to go back to sleep, but was hit on the head by Fred's pillow. He sat up angrily and glared at Fred.

Fred turned his head away and pointed in Albert's direction.

"You bastard, do you think I'm that easy to fool?" The two started arguing, and pillows flew everywhere.

"Be careful not to catch a cold," Albert muttered. He got dressed, walked to the window, and looked outside. The glass was covered with a layer of misty fog. He opened the window and let the cold wind in. It had already started snowing outside.

The group of people who were making a ruckus in the room all shivered as a pillow flew over and hit Albert on the back.

"Damn it, close the window right now."

Soon, everyone got up and got dressed.

"What are you planning to use as the prize for the second annual Wizard Card Competition this year?" Lee Jordan asked with a smile.

"Ten Galleon, or..." Albert thought for a moment and replied, "How about a nice little Communication Bookmark?"

"Nothing new," Fred said, pulling on his socks. "How about a nice deck of Wizard Card?"

"If you were to manufacture it, I would have no objection," Albert said to Fred with a smile.

"I hope tonight's performance will be more interesting." Fred immediately changed the subject, eliciting laughter from his companions.

Tom was awakened by the laughter. He looked at the several crazy pet owners in the room with a puzzled expression, then started rubbing against Albert's hand for food.

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, you're turning into a pig!" Albert complained, poking Tom's head with his finger.

Soon after, the group entered the hall together, where the sweet and enticing aroma of roasted pumpkin filled the air.

Early in the morning, they can eat pumpkin pancakes and Honey Roasted Pumpkin.

That's fantastic.

However, the four's good mood didn't last long. Wood brought a letter, informing them that Mario, Danny, and Jack might not be able to perform at Hogwarts.

A few days ago, the three got into a fight with some wizards during a performance, and as a result, Danny and Jack were struck by Dark Curse and are now lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

That's terrible news.

Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"I have a feeling this year's Halloween Party won't go very well," Albert muttered to himself as he ate his Honey Roasted Pumpkin.

"It's over!" Fred covered his face with his hands.

"It's over." George then covered his face.

"We're doomed." Lee Jordan also covered his face.

The three of them made everyone laugh.

"You guys are really something," Albert said, exasperated.

"Don't worry, even if there's no circus performance, there's still the Headless Hunt," Nearly Headless Nick, said reassuringly as he passed by and overheard their conversation.

"The Headless Hunt, what are they?" George asked curiously.

"Ghosts, a group of ghosts whose heads and bodies are separated," Nick said. "I'm considering applying to join the Hunters."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it," Albert said. Of course, he didn't really care what the Headless Hunt were; in Albert's limited memory, he had no recollection of such a thing.

Well, during Harry's second year, there was a ghost party, maybe...

I don't remember, and it probably wasn't anything important.

For the rest of the time, everyone was discussing the Headless Hunt' performance, a ghostly show they had never encountered before. Amidst the discussion, they went to the Potions Classroom.

Potions Class wasn't very pleasant, and Snape, as always, enjoyed causing trouble for the Gryffindor students, especially when Slytherin and Gryffindor were in class together.

However, Snape is unlikely to cause trouble for Albert anymore, since it's hard to find an excuse. But Fred, George, and Lee Jordan are in trouble. They've been called on to answer questions and deliberately made to look bad more than once or twice.

The three of them have now developed a thick skin, readily admitting that they don't know the answer, letting Professor Snape say a few words and deduct Gryffindor.

Amid the laughter of the Slytherin students, Fred narrowed his eyes dangerously, seemingly considering how to deal with them.

After class, the three of them, as usual, gave Old Bat a piece of their mind.

"Um, don't be angry. I'm telling you, that person might have some bad luck today."

"What bad luck?"

"He might see blood," Albert said, raising an eyebrow. "A bloody disaster."

That's fantastic.

"If I were you, I wouldn't pretend to be Divination and say such intimidating things." Snape appeared behind them at some point, his cold voice ringing in their ears.

"Good morning, Professor," Albert said with a smile.

"Gryffindor, deduct ten points. Talking behind someone's back is no good habit, Weasley." Snape glanced at Fred and George, then his gaze fell on Albert before he quickly walked away.

"When did he arrive?" Lee Jordan suddenly asked, walking silently like Old Bat.

"Just now," Albert suddenly said.

"Why didn't you remind me?" Fred couldn't help but complain.

"I want him to hear about his impending doom," Albert said with amusement, narrowing his eyes. He vaguely remembered that Snape had been bitten by a dog, possibly today.

Upon hearing Albert say that Snape would have a bad day, the three men's previously bad mood was instantly swept away, and they all sincerely wished that the Old Bat would have even more bad luck.

The afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts was canceled early due to the Halloween Eve party. This gave the group plenty of time to go to the library and finish their Potions Class homework.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan initially didn't want to go to the library to do their homework right away, but in the end, in order to finish their homework more easily, they compromised with Albert and went to the library with him.

"What's going on between you and her?" Lee Jordan asked Albert quietly, looking at Katrina.

The Ravenclaw prodigy used to sit next to Albert and do his homework together. However, their relationship seemed to have soured after their last trip to Hogsmeade.

"Nothing much." Albert shrugged and continued reviewing the papers on figs.

When the group left the library, it was already 5:30 p. m. Fred and George were surprised to find that they were able to do their homework for several hours.

As for that unfortunate Lee Jordan, he was kicked out of the library by Mrs. Pince with a feather duster for eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

"You didn't do this on purpose, did you?!" As Lee Jordan took the still-warm homework from Fred and George, the two suddenly realized the problem. How could Lee Jordan do something so stupid? So, there was only one possibility for the truth.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, I'm just unlucky." Lee Jordan cheerfully stuffed two pieces of parchment into his bag and argued with a smile.

I misjudged you.

"I never expected you to be this kind of person."

"Give us back our homework."

"Ahem, what are you doing?" Lee Jordan tried to distract Fred and George, turning his head to look at Albert, who was staring at the Marauder's Map.

"It's nothing." Albert put away the Marauder's Map.

"You don't look like nothing't wrong," George said, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't let that bastard Lee Jordan distract you," Fred warned.

"Let's go to the lobby." Albert clearly didn't want to talk about this topic.

Miss Granger Hermione Granger is still in the Gryffindor Common Room. He's not sure if things will go according to the plot. Although history has a certain inevitability, Albert doesn't dare to make a judgment.

Of course, just now, Albert had already decided that if things didn't go according to plan, he would make them happen.

After all, it was a very simple thing.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan walked through the Entrance Hall and joined the other students heading toward the Great Hall.

Above everyone's heads, thousands of bats hovered and danced around the pumpkin lanterns above the dining table, like clusters of low, dark clouds.

After Dumbledore said a few words, the banquet began. The delicious dishes suddenly appeared on golden plates, just like at any other banquet, except that the Halloween Feast would feature several exquisite pumpkin dishes.

After the dinner began, the ghosts of Hogwarts emerged from under the tables and glided across the long table in a line, causing the candles inside the pumpkins on the tables to flicker with a bluish candlelight.

After the ghosts appeared, the Headless Hunt rode ghostly warhorses into the Great Hall from all directions, the sound of shattering glass drowned out by the neighing of the warhorses and the ghosts' eerie cries.

A group of Headless Knight tossed their heads around like balls, running above the students' heads, creating a dazzling spectacle.

"Don't you feel dizzy?" Fred asked, looking at the skull on the table.

"Won't."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Headless Knight ran across the table, picked up his own head, and left with the other Headless Knight.

"That scene just now was absolutely terrifying!" Shanna couldn't help but mutter.

There was nothing she could do; the severed head had landed right on the plate of food in front of Shanna, and now she was too afraid to touch it.

"Don't worry, the ghosts will pass through the food without affecting them," Nick reassured them.

"What was that called?" George asked.

"The Head-on-Horseback Play looks interesting, doesn't it? I hope I can join the Headless Hunt next year," Nick said, floating past them with anticipation.

"Nick definitely can't join the Headless Hunt, after all, his head is still on his head," Albert said to Lee Jordan beside him after Nick left.

"If Nick knew that because of something you said, he couldn't join the Headless Hunt, he'd be furious and wouldn't let you go." Lee Jordan silently mourned for Nick for a few seconds.

As Albert quickly finished the food on his plate, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the dining room, his face full of terror.

"What do you think happened?"

Something must have happened.

Albert put a slice of steak into his mouth and said casually.

"Your mouth is really annoying." Fred stared intently at Professor Quirrell, wanting to know what had happened.

In fact, everyone is watching Professor Quirrell.

They vaguely heard something about "Troll," and then they saw Professor Quirrell collapse onto the floor, unconscious.

The restaurant erupted into chaos. Everyone stood up, their faces filled with astonishment and unease, except for Albert, who remained seated at the table eating his steak.

"It looks like Troll has broken into the castle. How can you still be eating in peace?" Shanna looked at Albert with a speechless expression.

"What's there to be afraid of? With the principal and professors here, even if a bunch of Troll come, there's nothing to be afraid of," Albert said calmly, swallowing a small piece of steak.

Shanna was speechless, but Albert's words seemed to make a lot of sense.

Suddenly, a piercing sound of fireworks exploded in the hall, and everyone turned to look at Dumbledore, falling silent once more.

Dumbledore instructed the Prefect to lead the students back to their respective Common Room.

Everyone rushed toward the entrance to the hall, where they crowded together.

"Are they going to go and see the Troll?" Albert muttered. "That thing stinks so bad it might make you throw up what you just ate."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan exchanged glances, then sat back down to eat and discuss how the Troll had broken into the castle.

Having already defeated Troll, they weren't worried at all about encountering those fools again, so the four of them remained very calm.

However, although they had seen Troll in the Forbidden Forest, they were equally curious about how those stupid and brainless creatures had managed to break into Hogwarts Castle.

"Maybe Peeves let the Troll in to add some fun to Halloween Eve."

"Everyone's gone, what are you doing here?" Professor McGonagall frowned as she looked at the four of them still sitting there eating and chatting. "Hurry up and go back to the Gryffindor Common Room."

"Yes, Professor, I'll leave after I finish this steak," Albert said calmly.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all covered their mouths with their hands, barely managing to hold back their laughter.