The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 32 Halloween

Halloween has arrived again this year. The auditorium is brightly lit, and countless pumpkin lanterns make the whole auditorium look exceptionally charming.

Dumbledore specially invited the renowned Skull Dance Troupe to participate in the Halloween celebrations.

Perhaps Carter and Johnny could join them.

Looking at the dance troupe made entirely of skeletons, Wes couldn't help but make the connection.

It must be said that each member of the Skull Dance Troupe possesses an extremely high level of artistry. Every movement they make is full of power and beauty, and their wonderful performance quickly brought the atmosphere to a climax.

The students were captivated by their charm and couldn't help but dance along with their movements, filling the auditorium with laughter.

The professors weren't idle either; they all temporarily set aside their usual seriousness and fully enjoyed this rare moment of relaxation.

A skeleton walked gracefully to the teachers' table, its body leaning slightly forward in an inviting gesture.

Snape, seated in his seat, gave the skeleton a cold stare. The skeleton was startled by Snape's icy gaze and involuntarily shivered before wisely shifting its target.

After extending invitations to everyone, only Dumbledore and Lockhart readily accepted. Lockhart, in particular, was beaming with excitement, almost to the point of being impatient.

As the music began, Lockhart's body swayed lightly.

It must be said that Lockhart's dancing is truly excellent; his movements are fluid and natural, full of rhythm. His turns and jumps are perfectly timed, almost on par with professional dance troupes.

"If only his teaching skills were like his dance skills."

Professor McGonagall watched Lockhart's dance and couldn't help but make a comment.

Snape glanced at Lockhart with disdain and let out a sneer.

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's remark, the other professors all expressed their agreement.

Lockhart's teaching at Hogwarts was a disaster; aside from his female fans, almost no one was satisfied with his instruction.

The students were utterly disappointed with the professor and longed for a truly capable teacher to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Professor McGonagall sighed and changed the subject: "Wes, George, and Fred have changed so much. They haven't lost many points this year. How did you do it?"

Other professors also cast curious glances their way.

These twin brothers are notorious troublemakers and high-scoring individuals, and everyone is curious about how Wes managed to make them behave.

"I didn't do anything."

Weiss shrugged, and seeing that the professors didn't believe him, continued:

"I was just instructing them in alchemy, and they got so engrossed in it that they didn't have time to cause trouble."

"So that's how it is. I didn't expect them to be interested in alchemy."

The professors then realized what was going on.

At this moment, the last dance ended, and the Skull Dance Troupe officially bid farewell, leaving the students feeling very reluctant to part.

As top figures in the magical world, the Skull Dance Troupe has a very busy schedule, and they still have to rush to their next engagement.

Seeing that the students were still enjoying themselves, Lockhart jumped out.

However, without the accompaniment of music, his dance looked somewhat comical.

However, his fans immediately cast a spell, and the music started playing again.

Lockhart jumped even harder.

"This guy was born to live in the spotlight," Wes remarked, watching Lockhart's performance. "There's a profession called 'celebrity' in the Muggle world, and I think it suits him perfectly."

The professors were amused by Weiss's words, and their laughter echoed in the air.

Wes had no idea what was so funny about his words.

The Halloween dinner came to a pleasant end, and the students returned to their dormitories, while the professors also dispersed.

Wes, having been pestered by the twins with some questions, unexpectedly bumped into Harry's trio on his way back to his dorm.

"I told you we shouldn't have accepted Nick's invitation. I'm so hungry I'm dizzy. If there was a pumpkin pie right now, I could eat it all by myself."

Ron rubbed his empty stomach and complained.

"Don't even mention pumpkin pie, I feel like throwing up just thinking about any food now."

Hermione's stomach began to churn as she recalled the food at the anniversary party.

Harry Potter looked apologetic and was about to apologize when...

"Did you attend the death anniversary party?" Wes couldn't help but ask when he heard their conversation.

Harry and his two friends then noticed Wes.

"Professor Erwin??" The three of them were startled.

Hermione, in particular, was worried that Wes would deduct points from their score, since it was already past bedtime.

"Please don't deduct points from our score," Hermione pleaded.

Ron and Harry realized what was happening and began to plead for them.

Harry, in particular, is still replying to readers' letters on Lockhart's behalf, and the thought that the deadline might be extended gives him goosebumps.

"Alright, I won't deduct points, but did you really attend the death anniversary party?"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The three breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that they wouldn't be penalized.

"Yes, Professor Irwin, we attended Nick's death anniversary party."

Hermione answered cautiously.

"Truly befitting of Gryffindor." Wes's lips curled into a smile. "What were you thinking? Living people attending a ghost party!"

The three lowered their heads, filled with regret.

A meow startled the three of them.

"Mrs. Lorris!!"

Hermione was horrified when she saw the cat. She wasn't afraid of the cat itself, but of its owner, Filch.

Filch is the caretaker of Hogwarts, and his hobby is tormenting the students. He always has a stern face and uses various methods to punish students who make mistakes. It is said that he also has a large collection of torture instruments, which he uses to torture students. The students secretly call him "the perverted Filch."

This cat, named Mrs. Filchloris, was his assistant, helping him catch many students who went out at night.

Sure enough, Filch's voice came the next second: "Well done, Mrs. Lorris. Let me see which disobedient student got caught. I'm going to hang him up and give him a good beating."

Upon seeing Harry, Filch's eyes lit up with excitement: "So it's the famous Savior..."

"Alright, Mr. Filch, don't frighten my students." Wes shielded the three of them behind him.

Filch then noticed Wes was there and quickly greeted him, "Professor Erwin, what are you doing here?"

"Mr. Filch, the school abolished caning long ago."

"What a pity, these disobedient little wizards should have been punished more severely."

Filch's eyes held jealousy, but even more so, envy.

"The three of them missed the deadline because they were helping me grade assignments. I was on my way back to the dorm when Mrs. Lorris found out."

Wes touched Mrs. Lorris's chin, and Mrs. Lorris nuzzled against Wes affectionately.

Filch didn't believe Wes's story; years of experience told him that Harry and his two companions had returned from outside.

However, with Wes providing cover, he planned to let the three of them go.

"I see. You three are really lucky."

Filch stared at the three men like he was eyeing prey.

"But you won't always be so lucky."

After saying that, he left with Mrs. Lorris.

(End of this chapter)