Halloween Banquet

No one knew what Klein and Dumbledore, one old and one young, were secretly doing after curfew each night.

Time passed day by day.

Finally, the mournful shrieks no longer echoed in Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

And Klein now wore an inconspicuous little accessory.

"Look, Miss Parkinson succeeded first. That was a perfect spell."

Professor Flitwick stood on a stack of thick books, leading the applause for Pansy's "Levitation Charm." Setting aside her extreme ideology, the Slytherin first-years' talent was indeed the best among the four houses.

"A very pretty spell, Pansy."

Giving the little girl an encouraging look, Klein smiled gently and buried his head in his own thick black book again.

As a "privileged student" in Charms Class, Professor Flitwick allowed him to freely study anything that interested him.

"Hehehe."

Her heart felt as sweet as honey. Pansy's lips couldn't help but curve into a beautiful arc.

With Klein's words, she felt her efforts during this period were not in vain.

"Tsk."

Looking at Pansy, whose face was flushed with excitement, Draco, who was in the same group, pouted.

Flicking his hawthorn wand, he calmed his mind and recited the newly learned spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

With a flash of magic, the feather on the desk twitched and then wobbled into the air.

"Too easy."

Lifting his chin, Young Master Malfoy smirked proudly.

Under Klein's influence, studying hard had become a trend in the Slytherin house. Even Crabbe and Goyle, whose minds were full of muscle, had improved compared to before. How could he, the great Draco Malfoy, fall behind?

"Very good, very good."

Seeing more and more students successfully casting the "Levitation Charm," Professor Flitwick's smile grew more radiant.

When even the two strong boys, who always ranked last in class, could make the feather float erratically, the short professor waved his hand and directly awarded Slytherin ten points.

This was the first time in his many years of teaching that he had awarded points to a house in the name of a class.

Incidentally, Slytherin's score was now far ahead of the other three houses.

The Slytherin students were eager to win the House Cup and achieve their seventh consecutive victory!

Charms Class ended, and all the Slytherin first-years were very excited.

For ordinary students, opportunities to earn points for their house were rare.

Besides that, there was another important reason.

It was the Costume Ball held within Slytherin after the Halloween Banquet!

"Haha, we've been preparing our costumes for a long time. We'll definitely surprise you tonight."

Crabbe and Goyle walked arm-in-arm at the back of the group, confidently saying to Klein and Draco ahead of them.

"Hmph, isn't it just zombies? What's so great about that?"

Unexpectedly, Draco turned his head and gave them a glare, showing no mercy.

"Oh! Draco, you can't do that!"

Looking at Draco in disbelief, Crabbe and Goyle wailed.

They had secretly prepared these costumes for a long time!

"If you didn't practice your zombie noises in the dormitory next time, I think your mysterious aura could last longer."

Klein shook his head helplessly.

These two clowns were constantly shouting and making noise in the dormitory. How could there be any mystery left?

"Boss Klein, what about you? What are you planning to wear to the ball?"

After all, they were still children. Their dejection only lasted for a dozen seconds before they were back to their usual selves. Crabbe and Goyle grinned and shifted the topic to Klein.

As soon as the words fell, the noisy corridor suddenly fell silent.

Almost all the Slytherin first-years quietly pricked up their ears.

"Hehe, it's a secret."

Klein did not answer.

If people knew in advance, the surprise wouldn't be a surprise anymore.

It was his first time attending such an event, and he had put in a little effort.

"You're killing me with suspense." "I really hope the banquet ends quickly."

Compared to the banquet organized by the school, Crabbe and Goyle were more looking forward to the Costume Ball within the Snake House.

Of course, it wasn't that the bats and flying pumpkin lanterns in the dining hall weren't attractive enough.

But

It was Klein's costume.

Who wouldn't want to see Klein dressed up as a monster?

That kind of extreme contrast would surely be fun!

"You'll know after dinner."

As he spoke, Klein walked into the Hogwarts Dining Hall with Draco and the others, smiling mysteriously.

Finding the Snake House table, he casually picked a seat and chatted with the students next to him.

Laughter filled the hall, everyone immersed in the festive atmosphere.

"Happy Halloween, children!"

Once the students from the Four Houses had mostly arrived, Dumbledore raised his goblet on the high platform and announced the start of the banquet.

As he finished speaking, the bats flying in the air flapped their wings, forming various interesting patterns; the pumpkin heads used for decoration on the tables suddenly let out strange cackles, and delicious candies poured out from their hollow eyes and mouths.

Milk Candy, Candy Cane, Fruit Hard Candy, Mint Candy, Gummy Bear, Toffee, honey chocolate

A sweet scent instantly filled the air.

"Still fond of sweets as always, Headmaster."

Picking up a piece of Fruit Hard Candy and popping it into his mouth, Klein smiled slightly as he watched Dumbledore stuffing chocolates into his mouth on the high platform.

These candies were someone's favorite.

Clearly, this great wizard, whose name could not be revealed, was "abusing his power for personal gain."

Candlelight flickered, laughter echoed.

The banquet proceeded boisterously, but a few young ladies from the Snake House seemed a bit distracted.

After a few bites of Pumpkin Pie, Pansy exchanged a look with her friends. A group of girls nodded knowingly and quietly left the dining hall.

It wasn't just them; almost every student from the Snake House left earlier than those from other houses.

After all, the Costume Ball required preparation time.

"Hey, Klein, let's go back to the dormitory to change too."

Seeing that Klein had finally finished his pie, Draco couldn't contain his excitement and spoke up.

Klein readily agreed. He put down his cutlery and, chatting and laughing with Draco and the others, returned to the dormitory.

At the same time, in front of the main gate of Hogwarts castle.

"This is our chance, Quirrell. Get me the Philosopher's Stone!"

Voldemort's weak voice echoed in Quirrell's mind. Quirrell's pale face was filled with a humble expression.

"Of course, my Master!"

He replied, turned around, and looked at the monster holding a Great Club not far away, its eyes vacant. His own eyes gradually turned sinister.

"Let's make Dumbledore's banquet even more lively."