Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 549 Feast
Los Santos Corporation has also prepared supplies for not only the students of Hogwarts, but also the house-elves' banquet.

This flattered the house-elves.

But most of the house-elves still rejected the good intentions of the Los Santos Corporation because in their minds, enjoyment is an extremely sinful thing.

Especially something like a banquet, it is a capital crime!

In desperation, Penelope, who went to Hogwarts as a representative, could only issue a compulsory order in the name of Mike. Only then did the house-elves reluctantly accept Penelope's request and start a celebration party in the kitchen.

Of course, the reason why they accepted it was largely because the Los Santos Group sent a large amount of delicious food and wine to the students of Hogwarts, so that they, the house elves, did not need to prepare dinner tonight.

Otherwise, even if Mike gave the order, the house-elves would not obey it.

In their hearts, work is more important than anything else!
But even if the banquet was held normally, the house-elves seemed extremely uncomfortable. But there was nothing that could be done about it. After all, no matter young or old, this was the first time in their lives that they attended a banquet as guests.

Unlike the awkward and dull banquet for the house-elves, the Hogwarts Great Hall had already turned into a sea of ​​joy.

Except for Slytherin who did not come to the banquet, students from the other three colleges, regardless of grade or college, and even the ghosts in Hogwarts, all mixed together to celebrate their successful rescue of Mike.

Although there were a few people who knew very well that the reason they could still celebrate here with singing and dancing was entirely due to Chris's unwillingness to hurt these future flowers.

But in their eyes, they were the ones who saved Mike.

This can be considered a feat for Hogwarts students who are still in adolescence!

As for the sacrifices of the Los Santos wizards, Freemasons, and even ordinary wizards, they were soon forgotten.

Those bloody scenes brought them great terror, but also stimulated their nerves, forcing them to celebrate more wildly in order to eliminate the fear in their hearts.

This caused the various alcoholic beverages piled up in the auditorium to decrease rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone in the auditorium tonight seemed to have become heroic ancient knights, and they drank all kinds of strong liquors like boiled water, one cup after another!

Soon, drunkards appeared one after another.

Under the influence of alcohol, they did a lot of things that they would never dare to do normally, such as confessing their love. The guy who succeeded performed a French wet w for everyone on the spot, and the guy who failed did not make trouble, but returned to his seat alone and drank silently.

Some guys who were not interested in love between men and women got arm in arm with their friends, climbed onto the long table together and started their crooked singing and dancing performances.

If someone dared to do this in the past, they would definitely be put in detention by Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, or laughed at by other students.

But these two professors were not seen in the auditorium today, and the other professors, led by Professor Flitwick, not only did not blame the students for drinking and making trouble, but even joined in the carnival.

This made the atmosphere on the scene even more heated.

However, although the atmosphere in the hall was very warm, Harry and his two companions in the corner of the hall were feeling very worried at the moment.

Harry and Ron really wanted to join the carnival and taste the oolong tea that could be ignited.

But beside them, there were four pairs of eyes staring at them eagerly.

"Um, Sirius, I thought..."

Harry said tentatively, but before he could finish his words, Sirius beside him shouted:

"no!"

Harry shrank his neck and immediately stopped talking. He could only concentrate on the T-bone steak in front of him.

Normally this thing was a supreme delicacy to him, but now as he looked at his classmates who were partying, for some reason the delicacy before his eyes became unpalatable.

Opposite him, Ron was in a similar situation to Harry.

No, strictly speaking Ron's situation was worse, because there were two people staring at him, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley.

Biting his lip, even though he felt a little unhappy, Harry still resigned himself to his fate and started eating the steak in front of him.

After all, the trouble they had caused before was really too big. You know, both Mike and other professors had clearly told them that they were not allowed to get involved in this matter.

But they went anyway.

Harry still remembered the horrified looks on Sirius and the Weasleys' faces when they saw them in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic.

That's really horrible!

So now they'd better behave themselves and not make Sirius and the Weasleys angry, otherwise...

Thinking of this, Harry ate a little faster.

This made the anger in Sirius and the Weasleys' eyes fade a little, and also made Hermione nod in satisfaction.

As a good student who abides by the school rules, she couldn't stand the Hogwarts students blatantly violating the school rules and drinking heavily.

Unfortunately, this large-scale violation occurred with the tacit approval of Professor Flitwick, and as a Gryffindor prefect, she had no right to stop it.

But she couldn't take care of others, so she still had to take care of Harry and Ron.

So after seeing Harry and Ron acting like obedient puppies in front of their guardians, she began to enjoy the vegetable salad in front of her with satisfaction.

As for the anger of Sirius and the Weasleys, it had nothing to do with her at all.

You know, in the eyes of Sirius and the Weasleys, Hermione has always been a good girl with good character and good academic performance. How could such a good girl do such a dangerous thing?
Even if they did, it must have been led astray by those two naughty boys, Harry and Ron!
When she thought of this, Hermione couldn't help but let a smile appear on her face.

Seeing this, Harry stopped looking so miserable and started laughing with Hermione.

In Harry's opinion, the current situation is already very good.

Voldemort has been destroyed, and his duty as the son of prophecy has been completed. He no longer needs to deal with those terrifying dark wizards.

And the most important thing is that none of his friends died!

Even Mike was rescued. Although he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic, with the power of the Los Santos Group, Harry believed that Mike would be able to escape from Ying Kingdom and settle down in other countries!

As for Chris becoming the Minister of Magic, Harry didn't care about such a thing. Chris was not a madman like Voldemort, and he would not do those crazy things. Although what he did in the hall of the Ministry of Magic was crazy enough, Harry still felt that Chris would not be as bad as Voldemort.

That's good enough now.

In this way, he will be able to graduate successfully, find a job that is neither good nor bad, marry a witch who is neither beautiful nor ugly, have a bunch of children who are neither smart nor stupid, and live an ordinary life.

'Oh! I wish the peace could last forever!'

As Harry thought about this, his pupils began to dilate.

But can things really go as Harry expected?
Can peace really last forever? In Harry's subconscious, he is still deeply uncertain about this question!

……

The celebration in the hall was still going on, and the noise they made was so loud that even Dumbledore in the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts could vaguely hear it.

Of course, this is not a big problem. If Dumbledore finds it too noisy, he can just turn on the soundproofing spell in the office.

But for some reason, Dumbledore not only did not do so, but instead strained his ears to listen hard to the faint laughter and joyful sounds.

"The party down below is quite lively!"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said with some longing.

Upon hearing this, the brows of a witch with silver curly hair painted on the wall suddenly frowned.

Her name was Delys Devante, and she had served as the headmaster of Hogwarts and the director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was a powerful wizard and an outstanding therapist.

She glanced Dumbledore from head to toe.

Now a lot of flesh has grown on Dumbledore's dry skeleton. Although it is still a bit scary, it at least looks much better than its previous mummy state.

At least, he can now perform some simple activities.

But this is only temporary. Dumbledore is too old. Although the curse that has been tormenting him has been removed, he still cannot live for long as all the magic power in his body has dissipated.

The current state can be said to be the last bloom of the flower before it withers.

Dai Lisi sighed and said:

"Dumbledore, I advise you not to attend that party unless you want to die. You know, it's too exciting for you."

"Oh! Merlin! Of course I won't go down. The banquet downstairs belongs to the young people. An old man like me will only spoil the fun for the young people if I go there." Dumbledore said with a smile, "So don't worry, Delis."

Dalis in the portrait nodded slightly. She was actually very satisfied with Dumbledore as the headmaster.

This is a rare headmaster in the history of Hogwarts who is wholeheartedly devoted to the students and is even willing to give up his life for it.

This is rare, and this also makes Delis very reluctant to see Dumbledore die.

Although, Dumbledore had already prepared for his funeral, even his portrait had been put up in advance.

Delis looked to her right, where there was a portrait hanging, and it was of Dumbledore.

This is the elderly Dumbledore in a healthy state. He looks very energetic, but you can tell at a glance that he is a fool.

For example, now, he is making faces at Dai Lisi, looking extremely stupid.

But there is no way around it, the magic portrait does not have all the memories and personality of the original owner once it is made. This new painting still needs Dumbledore to slowly adjust it before it can finally become a magic portrait like them.

Suddenly, the sound of rummaging through drawers was heard in the office again, which woke Dai Lisi from her thoughts.

She looked over curiously, only to see Dumbledore pulling out a somewhat old-fashioned European-style dress from a large cabinet.

Dumbledore picked up the dress and looked at it carefully for a long time before carefully placing it on the desk and beginning to apply magic hair softener on his beard and hair.

This hair softener invented by Harry Potter's grandfather was amazingly effective. As soon as it was applied, Dumbledore's long white hair and beard, which were as dry as dead grass, became smooth again.

With its help, Dumbledore successfully trimmed his hair and beard into their neatest shape.

Then he picked up the razor again and began to shave the excess hair and stubble on his face.

Dai Lisi frowned again, and she said angrily:

"Dumbledore, I warned you not to go to that party, you would die!"

"Of course, I won't go, Delis. Didn't I just promise you?"

Dumbledore spoke softly, but his hands continued to trim his beard.

"Then what are you doing now?"

Dumbledore's scraper froze for a second, but he quickly resumed scraping, saying:

"I have another feast to attend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore put down the razor. With his efforts, his beard and hair had returned to look exactly the same as in the portrait.

Then he picked up the dress on the desk and put it on.

It is not an easy task to put it on neatly. After all, this suit is made according to Dumbledore's body shape when he was young, and Dumbledore's body shape is very different from that when he was young!

But despite the difficulty, Dumbledore finally put on the dress, which was a little loose for him.

Dumbledore walked slowly to the dressing mirror, looked at himself inside, who looked old but much more energetic, and nodded with satisfaction.

His action finally woke up the phoenix Fawkes in the corner. It looked at Dumbledore, who was fully armed in front of the dressing mirror, and began to circle around him uneasily.

At the same time, clear chirping sounds continued to come out of its mouth. Fawkes kept singing this song of courage, as if he wanted to arouse the courage in Dumbledore's heart.

But Dumbledore just smiled and hugged the Phoenix Fawkes tightly in his arms, just like when he first met Fawkes.

Dai Lisi on the wall saw it all.

She was almost furious and roared angrily:
"Dumbledore! Do you want to die? What kind of feast would you want to attend even in this state?"

At this moment, Dumbledore was holding Fawkes and sitting back in his seat. Hearing this, he raised his head slightly, took out a large bag of cockroaches and various candies from the drawer, placed them on the table and said:

"This will be the most important banquet in my life. Its name is - Death."

Hearing this, Dai Lisi was stunned.

Dumbledore no longer paid attention to Delis, turned his chair and looked out the window.

Every night in the past, the brilliant starry sky could be seen from here. Looking up at the starry sky every day has become Dumbledore's favorite thing to do.

But today, for some reason, when Dumbledore looked up, the sky was pitch black without a single star.

"Are they all hidden?" sighed Dumbledore. "What a pity."

(End of this chapter)