Before he knew it, Xiwen had been at Hogwarts for two months. Tomorrow would be Halloween, November 1.
However, England had no tradition of giving students a holiday for Halloween, so after enjoying the grand feast that night, the young wizards would still have classes as usual the next day.
Halloween was not only a night for the wizards in the castle to hold a grand feast. The many ghosts also held their annual wild gathering that evening. It was a festival that truly belonged to them.
That very night, Dumbledore entered the castle dungeon.
After descending the spiral staircase connected to the Entrance Courtyard, he had expected a dark, damp, unpleasant environment to greet him. Instead, the underground area was surprisingly clean, and the air even seemed to carry a rich floral fragrance.
As he headed toward the dungeon, he found numerous brand-new torches placed around the area. The deeper he went, the brighter the corridor became. Outside the dungeon cell where ghost Xiwen was held, flowers had even been planted everywhere, and the path through them was covered with a beautiful blue-purple carpet!
Helena floated beside the flowerbeds, surrounded by a rich floral fragrance. Her lovely face complemented the fragrant blossoms perfectly, making her look exceptionally beautiful and captivating.
Meanwhile, ghost Xiwen lounged lazily above a luxurious sofa, posed as though sitting and reclining, admiring Helena's graceful figure and flower-like beauty.
"It seems Mr. Strange has been living quite well?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the scene in surprise.
"Thanks to you," Xiwen replied casually.
Helena gave Dumbledore a slight nod, treating it as a greeting.
"If you could leave, would the two of you be interested in attending the ghosts' Halloween feast tonight?" Dumbledore asked with interest.
"Headmaster Dippet would agree to let me out?" Xiwen raised an