A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 45 You are surrounded by Aurors (Second Update)

All the little lions are actively trying to score points to avoid being branded as historical figures of shame.

Professor McGonagall is a person who values ​​her reputation, and her professional ethics require her to be fair and impartial.

Even though Gryffindor lost so many points, she still maintained her usual requirement to add points, without deliberately showing favoritism to the little lions.

However, teachers from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff schools showed favoritism by giving extra points to Gryffindor, especially Professor Flitwick.

Even so, Gryffindor's scores are still stubbornly approaching the historical record.

Professor Snape's fighting power is too strong. He is stronger than six people by himself, and he has no bottom line!

Gryffindor was hoping that William would get Snape hospitalized again, but Snape was eight meters away from Marietta during Potions class.

In this atmosphere, the stench slowly dissipated, and Halloween arrived.

On Halloween Eve, they woke up early in the morning and smelled the sweet and tempting aroma of roasted pumpkin wafting through the corridor.

Professor Flitwick announced in his magic class that he believed they could begin to make objects fly.

Ever since they saw William rescue Shabby, the students have been eagerly hoping to try this skill themselves.

Professor Flitwick divided the class into pairs to begin training.

"Alright, and don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been practicing!" Professor Flitwick shouted, standing atop his stack of books as usual. "A flick and a shake, remember, a flick and a shake."

It was not easy to do. Qiu and Marietta waved and shook their feathers again and again, but the feathers that should have been sent into the air by them remained motionless on the floor.

In a fit of anger, Marcos poked the feather with his wand, and the feather caught fire—luckily, Professor Flitwick was prepared and prevented a fire from breaking out.

"It is also very important to pronounce the spell correctly—don't forget the wizard Balfeo, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest."

"Of course, any child who has read the Daily Prophet during the summer vacation will know that Mr. Stark set a bad example in Diagon Alley."

Poor Malfoy boy, let's hope his head isn't affected. The Daily Prophet says the boy has developed a resistance to magic.

Near the end of get out of class, Professor Flitwick had William demonstrate the Buffalo Spell, and everyone applauded.

With Halloween approaching, decorations are everywhere. Hundreds of pumpkin lanterns hang in the auditorium, along with a flock of bats fluttering in the air and many orange ribbons that breathe fire, which drift lazily under the ceiling like radiant water snakes.

The dinner was lavish; delicious dishes suddenly appeared on golden plates, just like at the opening banquet, and everyone devoured them.

Dumbledore, dressed in a purple robe, was telling a joke, but none of the teachers in the faculty seating area laughed, which embarrassed him somewhat.

Professor McGonagall had a stern face; the thought of Gryffindor setting a new low made her feel particularly bad.

Snape ate his potatoes slowly and deliberately, occasionally glancing around at the crowd.

He's still searching for the criminal gang that wrote him the love letters!

Professor Tywin looked dejected as he discussed the spells with Professor Flitwick, seemingly stumped by something.

Hagrid, who always responded to Dumbledore, seemed absent-minded, chugging down a bottle of mead.

But this did not make him happy.

According to the latest news from the Daily Prophet, the Ministry of Magic has declared Malfoy innocent and claimed to have found a suspect who will soon be apprehended!

The dinner was in full swing when, halfway through, Filch suddenly pushed open the door and rushed into the restaurant.

His colorful mask was askew on his chin, and his face was full of fear. Everyone was staring at him.

His face turned bright red, but he didn't slow down at all. He staggered and almost tripped over the chair.

He walked over to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned against the table, panting, and stammered, "Aurors—a large number of Aurors have stormed in—we're surrounded by Aurors."

The restaurant erupted into chaos. Professor Dumbledore stood up, and his wand emitted several ear-piercing firework explosions before everyone quieted down.

Hagrid trembled violently, crushing the glass bottle in his hand, splashing liquid all over Professor Tywin's head.

The enormous sound was extremely jarring in the quiet auditorium.

Everyone looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid stammered, "I...I don't want...to go to Azkaban..."

Snape's lips curled into a smile. He glanced at Dumbledore and said in a gloating tone, "Looks like our key-keeper has done something daring again. Heh heh, I wonder if you, Headmaster, are aware of it..."

Dumbledore frowned and said in a low voice, "Prefect, immediately take your students to their dormitories!"

Percy, a top student, spontaneously stood up to help the Gryffindor prefect.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-year students. As long as you listen to me, there's nothing to be afraid of! Okay, stay close behind me. Make way, the first-year students are about to pass! Please forgive me, I'm an honor student!"

But before everyone had left the table, the hall door was pushed open again.

Filch's description was inaccurate; it wasn't just the Aurors who came... Leading the way was the Minister for Magic—Cornell Fudge.

Fudge was short and chubby, with a messy head of gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

His clothes were a strange hodgepodge: a pinstripe suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat.

Behind Fudge were two Aurors.

One of them was a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard who wore a gold earring on one ear.

The other one looked very strong, with short, straight hair.

Marietta whispered, "It's Kingsley Shackle and Delilah. My mother has mentioned them."

Marietta's mother works at the Magical Transportation Department's Flyway Network Administration, making her a wizard within the system.

Fudge walked up to Dumbledore, tucked his dark green top hat under his arm, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore remained seated, while the Minister of Magic stood to the side like a lackey.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore, and he actually started to get nervous.

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