Chapter 549 Feast

Not only the students of Hogwarts, but also the materials for the house-elves to hold a banquet have been prepared by the Los Santos Group.

This made the house-elves flattered.

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

Especially for things like banquets, this is simply a capital crime!

In desperation, Penelope, who went to Hogwarts as a representative, could only issue a mandatory order in the name of Mike. This made these house-elves reluctantly accept Penelope's request and started a celebration banquet in the kitchen.

Of course, the reason why they accepted it was largely because the Los Santos Group sent a lot of food and wine to the students of Hogwarts, which resulted in the house-elves not having to prepare dinner today.

Otherwise, even if it was an order issued by Mike, 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 were extremely uncomfortable. But there was nothing they could do about it. After all, no matter how old or young, this was the first time in their lives that they attended a banquet as guests.

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

Except for the Slytherins who did not come to the banquet, the students of 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 not wanting to hurt them, the future flowers.

But in their eyes, they did save Mike.

This was already a feat for the Hogwarts students who were still in adolescence!

As for the sacrifices of the Los Santos wizards and Freemasons, and even those ordinary wizards, they soon forgot them.

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

This caused the various kinds of alcoholic drinks piled up in the hall to decrease rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tonight, everyone in the hall seemed to have become a heroic ancient knight, and all kinds of high-proof liquors were drunk by them like boiled water!

So, soon, drunkards appeared one by one.

Under the anesthesia of alcohol, they did a lot of things that they would not dare to do normally, such as confessing their love. The guy who succeeded performed a French wet w 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 were arm in arm with their friends, and climbed onto the long table together to start their crooked singing and dancing performances.

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

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

This made the atmosphere even more lively.

However, although the atmosphere in the hall was very lively, Harry and his group in the corner of the hall were very worried at the moment.

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

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

"Uh, Sirius, I think..."

Harry said tentatively, but before he finished speaking, Sirius next to him shouted angrily:

"No!"

Harry's neck shrank and he stopped talking immediately. He could only concentrate on dealing with a piece of T-bone steak in front of him.

This thing is usually a supreme delicacy for him, but now looking at his classmates who are reveling, for some reason the delicacy in front of him has become unpalatable.

Opposite him, Ron is in a similar state to Harry.

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

Biting his lip, although he was a little unhappy, Harry still ate the steak in front of him resignedly.

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

But they still went.

Harry still remembered the terrible expressions when Sirius and the Weasleys saw them in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

It was really terrifying!

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

Thinking of this, Harry ate faster.

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

As a good student who abides by the school rules, she was extremely disgusted with the Hogwarts students who openly violated the school rules and drank a lot.

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 control others, so she still had to control Harry and Ron.

So after seeing Harry and Ron behave like a puppy in front of their guardians, she was satisfied and began to enjoy the vegetable salad in front of her.

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 excellent character and academic performance. How could such a good girl do such a dangerous thing?

Even if she did, it must have been led astray by Harry and Ron, two naughty boys!

When Hermione thought of this, she couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this, Harry no longer had a bitter face and began to laugh 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 most importantly, 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 Country and settle down in other countries!

As for Chris becoming the Minister of Magic, Harry didn't care about this. 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.

Now it's good.

In this way, he will be able to graduate smoothly, and then find a job that is neither good nor bad, and then marry a witch who is neither beautiful nor ugly, and have a nest of children who are not smart but not stupid, and live an ordinary life.

'Ah! I really hope that peace can last forever! '

Harry thought so, and his pupils began to dilate.

But can things really go on as Harry expected?

Can peace really last for a long time?

In Harry's subconscious, there is still a deep uncertainty about this question!

...

The celebration in the hall is still going on. The noise they make is so loud that even Dumbledore in the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts can vaguely hear it.

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

But for some reason, Dumbledore not only did not do so, but also listened hard to the faint laughter and joy.

"The banquet below is very lively!"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and said with some longing.

When he heard this, the brow of a witch with silver curly hair painted on the wall frowned immediately.

Her name is Delys Devante. She once served as the headmaster of Hogwarts and the dean of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic. She is a powerful wizard and an outstanding therapist.

She scanned Dumbledore from top to bottom.

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

At least, he can now do 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 can't live for too long when the magic power in his body is gone.

This state can be said to be the last bloom before the flower withers.

Delis sighed and said:

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

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

Delis 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 good for students and even willing to give up his life for it.

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

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

Delis looked to his right, where a portrait was hanging, and it was Dumbledore.

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

For example, now he is making faces at Delis, and he looks very silly.

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

Suddenly, there was a sound of rummaging in the office, which woke Delis up from his meditation.

She looked over curiously, only to see Dumbledore pulling out a somewhat old 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 applying magic hair softener to his beard and hair.

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

With its help, Dumbledore successfully arranged his hair and beard into their most neat shape.

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

Delis frowned again, and she said with some resentment:

"Dumbledore, I warned you not to go to that banquet, you will die!"

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

Dumbledore said softly, while his hands did not stop, and continued to trim his beard.

"So what are you doing now?"

The razor in Dumbledore's hand froze, but soon continued to shave, and said:

"I have another banquet to attend."

As soon as the voice fell, Dumbledore put down the razor. With his efforts, his beard and hair had returned to the same appearance as in the portrait.

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

It was not an easy thing to put it on neatly. After all, this dress was made according to Dumbledore's body shape when he was young, and Dumbledore's body shape was very different from that of his youth! But despite

the difficult process, Dumbledore finally put on this dress that was a bit loose for him neatly.

Dumbledore walked slowly to the dressing mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, although old and frail, 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 circled around Dumbledore uneasily.

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

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

Delis on the wall saw all this.

She was almost furious, and roared angrily:

"Dumbledore! Do you want to die? What kind of feast is it that makes you want to attend even if you have become like this?"

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 and placed them on the table and said:

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

Hearing this, Delis was stunned.

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

Every night in the past, the bright 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?" Dumbledore sighed, "It's really a pity."