The two of them didn’t exhaust themselves too much; after all, today was Halloween, and the Halloween feast in the evening was the main event, so Will was waiting to eat his fill.
I must say, although British food was not great, the dishes at Hogwarts were not bad at all, mainly because the recipes of the House-elves were not limited to just British cuisine.
Recently, Will gave some suggestions to the House-elves in the kitchen, and by the way, he bought a few American and Asian recipe books himself.
He believed that before long, he would be able to eat the cuisines he wanted.
Just as the two of them were getting ready to head to the dining hall.
“Will, Will!” Sylvia pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, followed by Hermione, whose face was stained with tears and whose eyes were red and swollen.
“I just ran into Hermione in the dungeon bathroom, and it took a lot of effort to persuade her to come up.”
Will realized that Hermione was crying because of some hurtful remarks Ron had made behind her back.
Indeed, Ron’s character had many unlikable plots in the early and middle stages.
“What’s wrong?” Will asked Hermione with concern, “Who bullied you?”
Sylvia cast her gaze towards Neville, only to find Neville completely bewildered.
But come to think of it, only Hermione had heard the whispering between Ron and Harry, so it was only natural that Neville didn’t know.
Will had always lacked experience in comforting girls, so this high-difficulty job had to be left to Sylvia.
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Hogwarts on Halloween Eve was exceptionally lively.
The entire castle seemed to have undergone a major overhaul and renovation, filled with a festive atmosphere.
Thousands of bats fluttered against the walls and ceiling, and another thousand swirled and flew like low-hanging dark clouds above the dining tables, making the candle flames inside the pumpkin bellies flicker.
The floating candles in the air were replaced with jack-o’-lanterns, and the candlelight shone through the hollowed-out parts of the jack-o’-lanterns, casting comical patches of light.
The Halloween feast was exceptionally lavish, with dishes even more abundant than at the start of term, and all kinds of pumpkin foods covered the dining tables.
Harry and Ron walked downstairs towards the dining hall.
He had just played chess with Ron and returned in a crushing defeat, and was planning to go to the dining hall to attend the feast.
Two Gryffindor girls walked past them, and Harry recognized them as Patil and Lavender.
Patil was babbling to Lavender: “Granger has been crying in the girls’ bathroom all afternoon, and won’t let anyone comfort her…”
Harry felt a bit awkward, and at the same time, he noticed that Ron’s expression began to look a bit ugly.
However, the festive atmosphere quickly infected the two of them; it was the first time in Harry’s life that he had attended such a grand banquet.
The entire Hogwarts dining hall was filled with laughter and cheers.
Occasionally, some students chased and played among the dining tables.
Dumbledore wore a robe printed with jack-o’-lantern patterns and was launching an attack on the pumpkin pie in front of him.
Quirrell, wearing a purple turban, rushed into the dining hall and brought the news of a Troll.
This news shattered the atmosphere of the banquet, and the students were in utter chaos.
Dumbledore waved his wand to make it produce a sharp explosive sound while saying something to the other Professors.
Afterwards, the other Professors immediately instructed the prefects to arrange for the young wizards to return to their house common rooms.
Harry’s expression was terrible, and he grabbed Ron:
“I just remembered—Hermione.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“She doesn’t know about the Troll yet.”
Ron bit his lip: “Let her Slytherin friends help her.”
“Don’t talk nonsense!! Ron!” Harry looked furious, glaring at Ron with a pair of emerald green eyes.
For the first time, Ron felt that Harry was so deterrent, and he subconsciously thought: “Goodness, no wonder Harry could defeat You-Know-Who.”
But looking at Harry’s expression, he nodded: “Alright, fine, but we can’t be seen by Percy.”
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At this moment, in the Room of Requirement, Hermione’s emotions finally stabilized. Find the original chapter at g.com.
To put it simply, Ron and Hermione had a conflict in class, and after class, Ron foul-mouthed Hermione: “No wonder everyone can’t stand her, honestly, she’s simply like a nightmare; I’m afraid only the Dark Wizards of Slytherin would be willing to make friends with her.”
Will and Sylvia inexplicably caught strays.
“Don’t mind that poor Weasley, he’s as stupid as a gnome. Do you remember, during the last Potions Class, the antidote he made almost burned through his own tongue.” Sylvia bad-mouthed Ron while comforting Hermione.
“Hermione, you’re the smartest witch I’ve ever seen, and many people in Gryffindor like you very much. You always earn a lot of points for us.” Neville also came over to comfort Hermione.
“The wise are always crowded out by the foolish; sheep travel in flocks, while beasts walk alone.” Will also hoped that this classmate of his could cheer up a bit.
“Then, ‘Great Wizard Behrens’, do we travel in flocks or walk alone?” Sylvia stared into Will’s eyes and asked.
Hearing this address, the corners of Will’s mouth twitched continuously.
When he asked Snape for guidance, he was often spoken to with sarcasm and irony, for example:
“Who would have thought that Great Wizard Behrens couldn’t even handle dittany well? It seems Great Wizard Behrens has never been injured in a duel.”
“Look at that, how professional Great Wizard Behrens’s technique of extracting Indian blotched snake blood is! Is Mr. Behrens afraid that taking too much blood will prevent this dead snake from coming back to life?”
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Later, when Sylvia once heard Snape call Will “Great Wizard Behrens”, she also began to use this title to tease Will.
“You guys walk alone by following me.”
Several of them could tell that Will was branding himself as a leader, yet only Sylvia rolled her eyes.
Neville thought for a moment, then asked with doubt: “Then am I a beast too?”
“Of course, you’re following ‘Great Wizard Behrens’, how can you not be a beast?”
Will was covered in black lines: “Alright, the Halloween banquet should have already started, let’s hurry over to the banquet.”
Hermione hadn’t reacted yet and stared suspiciously at Will: “What ‘Great Wizard Behrens’, why don’t I understand?”
Will walked towards the door of the Room of Requirement with a dark face, and Sylvia’s crisp laughter sounded behind him.
Will suddenly felt that this was not bad either: his strength was growing steadily, his friendships were harmonious, and even Dumbledore, whom many said was dark on the inside despite being white on the outside, was very easy to deal with.
Perhaps this was the compensation for him rolling for over twenty years and then striking it lucky?