Felix took out the colorful candles from the package with great interest, stuck them on the cake, and lit them one by one with matches. When he blew out the candles, he suddenly realized that he was already 24 years old.

Today was the first day of the Easter holiday. He had no classes, and even Valen was still sleeping in.

He thought about his recent arrangements. In the afternoon, Draco Malfoy came to practice the Disillusionment Charm. He had mastered the spell, but the fluctuation of magic power was too obvious, and it was easy for people to see the flaws at close range; later was Harry, whose brain block technique was on the right track, and there were only a few pages left in the magic book.

Tomorrow is Easter, and there will be a banquet in the evening. He heard that the other four schools will perform shows, and he sincerely hoped that the busy goblins he saw when he passed by the Quidditch field were not preparing for this... The next day he would set off for the Ministry of Magic to train the Aurors and Beaters of the Ministry of Magic, and hand over the completed magic booklet to the publisher. Scrimgeour wrote to him saying that he would grant him a nominal position as an advisor. Although he didn't care, he still politely expressed his gratitude in his reply.

The bedroom door opened and Valen stood at the door yawning.

"Chi Chi..."

"Familiar taste?" Felix laughed, "It's birthday cake. We can eat the fruits and chocolate on it first. I miss it so much. I only ate it when I was in the orphanage..."

"Chi Chi!"

The next evening, the Hogwarts Great Hall was brightly lit. Many young wizards went home for the holiday, but quite a few stayed just to watch the legendary goblin performance.

When Felix walked into the hall, he saw a huge Easter egg in the middle of the room. When he got closer, he found that the egg was made of various sweets. He saw candied fruit, pudding, mint hard candy, nut crisp candy, chocolate with liquor, soft candy with fillings... A group of students gathered in front of the egg and pointed at it. The

male and female student union presidents had to announce loudly that this could only be shared after the dinner.

But Harry didn't have much desire for Easter eggs. He had obviously consumed too much sweets in the past two days. In addition to the birthday cake from Professor Happ that he received yesterday afternoon, he also received a dragon egg-sized Easter egg from Mrs. Weasley this morning. It was filled with homemade toffee. He was a little full, and even his burps were sweet.

He found a seat with Ron and Hermione and waited for the dinner to start.

"I said that woman couldn't be quiet!" Hermione threw a newspaper over.

Harry took it and took a look. "It didn't say anything out of the ordinary..."

"She spread rumors that I practiced giant magic!" Hermione said angrily, "Do I look like I'm related to a troll?"

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"The talent of a troll, but the magic world has always been skeptical about this, but they have to make up something, otherwise the troll will be no different from an ordinary creature." Fred and George sat next to them and said.

Soon, everyone arrived, and the students from the other four schools sat at four long tables. Byers and Fleur both chose to sit in the Gryffindor seats. "What are you going to perform?" Harry asked.

"Oh, that," Byers looked bored and said vaguely, "You'll know when the time comes. What about your school?"

Harry shook his head. He didn't know either. Neville interrupted and said, "It's a ghost show. I heard the fat monk from Hufflepuff and Nearly Headless Nick discussing the party. The fat monk was worried that the food distributed would not be enough..."

Everyone looked at each other. "They want to bring ghost food into the hall?" Ron couldn't help shuddering.

"Don't forget, there is classroom seven now. Maybe the food will taste better." Harry reminded him.

"I still can't forget the 500th anniversary party of Nearly Headless Nick." Ron said pessimistically. In order to make the food taste stronger, the ghosts deliberately made everything moldy.

The dinner began. The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies. Harry's eyes fell on a salmon. He couldn't help but think of the salmon skewers he saw that day. He thought the group of house elves in the kitchen had developed a new dish, but unfortunately he never saw it on the table.

At this time, the lights dimmed.

A group of silver ghosts floated in like waves, performing some kind of queue sliding in the hall. Harry saw the figure of Nick who was almost headless - he held his head with one hand to prevent it from falling, and with the other hand he made a carefully rehearsed movement with other ghosts. He looked very excited.

Harry knew that Nick had tried hard to join the Headless Hunters, but because of his innate condition - there was still a little skin on his head connected to his neck, he was ruthlessly rejected. He also complained about this.

A few minutes later, the ghosts gathered together, and the students applauded to show their respect. At this time, the ghosts suddenly scattered, flew into the air and sprinkled silver spots of light.

Harry raised his head and stared at it with fear. He recognized it as something egg-shaped. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it, which was actually a big risk, because his experience told him that contact with ghosts would make him feel like he suddenly fell into an ice cave.

But the next second, a feeling of happiness flowed through his body, and he seemed to be back in the ancient magic office, sitting on the professor's sofa and flipping through the magic book. He was stuck in the chapter called "Happiness" for a long time.

"That's my memory!" A ghost floated in front of him and said excitedly. It was Nearly Headless Nick.

"Oh, uh, that feels great." Harry praised sincerely.

"Thank you, I finally got this opportunity!" Nearly Headless Nick said, "I mean, I had expected this result a long time ago... I was the only one who was a courtier of Henry VII and tasted the delicacies of the court!" His tone became low, "Although it was also he who sentenced me to death."

"That's a pity." Harry could only say this. But what he thought of was that Henry VII must be very poor and couldn't even afford a good axe, because Nearly Headless Nick said that he was chopped 45 times by the executioner but his head was not completely cut off.

"Want to try?" Felix asked in the teacher's seat. "My memory likes to do some strange things. He complained to me that he couldn't get out..."

"No need." Snape said coldly, pushing away the silver light around him.

At this time, the hall was lit again. A row of short goblins walked to the center of the hall. Their faces were stiffer than Snape's. They waved their pocket short bows expressionlessly, as if they would pull out an arrow from their backs and shoot it at any time. The hall was silent, and no one reacted until they left.

Dumbledore clapped his hands politely, leading to a sparse applause. The subsequent programs were much more normal. The students of Ugadu performed a cheerful African dance. Nona Labbert's agile and graceful posture attracted the attention of many boys; the students also saw the forest fairy choir of Beauxbatons, and Fleur sang a serenade with them intoxicatedly.

"So, Professor Happ's birthday is April 15th?" Fred asked, poking a piece of chicken with a fork.

"Maybe," Harry was stunned for a moment, "I didn't ask in detail, but Professor Happ said yesterday that the cake was just opened this morning and it was very fresh..."

"Oh." Fred and George looked at each other tacitly, and Fred said seriously: "George, next year is our last year in school."

"Yes," George said without hesitation, "Give gifts early."

"You want to play a prank on the professor's birthday?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Don't say that," Fred did not deny it, "I just want to leave a good memory... I just realized that our birthdays are all in April, me, George and Professor Happ. This must be a special fate."

"You guys?"

"April 1st, yes, April Fool's Day, but this is not a joke."