The King of Flags at Hogwarts

I can't say, I can't say, just think about it. Halloween at Hogwarts is like a curse, as if something bad happens every year, just like the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

In her first year at Hogwarts, the pure-blood Slytherins, unaware of her power, tried to play a prank on her on Halloween, only to be blown up by a pumpkin enchanted with a magic spell, turning the entire Great Hall into a pumpkin juice mess.

The following year, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was an "inventor" who invented the "Floating Imp".

Originally intended to add some festive atmosphere, the professor was probably inspired by Muggle horror movies. His "Floating Imp" combined the strengths of Eastern and Western horror films and managed to scare several Ravenclaw girls into the infirmary.

In the third year, the whole school was hit by a flu outbreak. The auditorium was full of students and professors who had drunk Madam Pomfrey's potion. The steam coming out of their ears filled the entire auditorium, and if you didn't know better, you would think you had entered a bathhouse.

In the fourth year, in order to get revenge, Pikachu knocked down the auditorium's ceiling light, causing panic among the students.

会幻影移行的波比自然没事，她按住皮皮鬼就是一通暴揍，几乎打得他魂飞魄散，直到今天小皮皮还躲在地牢里舔舐伤口……积攒了近千年的“淘气”几乎都被打没了。

From then on, Poppy surpassed Barrow the Blood Man and became the most feared being by Peeves.

In the fifth year, the Weasley twins began to put their inventive talents to use. Under the guidance of their daughter, Miss Poppy, they developed a taste-confusing spray that could cause people to experience a temporary loss of taste.

Bobby didn't expect that Gemini would be so bold as to use it at the Halloween dinner. After a large "firework" for celebration exploded, it completely confused everyone present, making their taste buds feel so salty and bitter. Can you imagine an apple that tastes so salty it's almost bitter?

That year, Gryffindor stopped dividing into multiple classes, and that same year, Percy's relationship with his two younger brothers reached its lowest point.

Last year, there was a giant invasion and a stampede incident targeting the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

"Flitwick's dad! I'm here~~"

Bobby opened the door and loudly announced her arrival.

Flitwick was diligently grading his students' papers when he saw Bobby arrive. He put down his pen, smiled, and said, "Why are you here so early today?"

Bobby picked up an apple from the table, took a big bite, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes narrowed into slits—the apples from her little greenhouse were still the best, and Bobby was awesome.

"Master Dumbledore told that the old scoundrel had something to do, so he let me go ahead with it."

Filius Fritville put on a stern face, but no matter how serious he was, he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

“Be polite to your elders, Gail is your grandfather.”

Poppy is a very discerning person; she knows exactly what she can and cannot say. If she were to say at this point, "That was the identity Gale Depp changed himself," she would be incredibly stupid.

Being Grindelwald's granddaughter is very useful.

For a wider variety of delicious food! Adopting a grandfather isn't a bad idea!

"Okay, Flitwick's dad."

Flitwick pushed the papers on the table aside and beckoned to Bobby, "Come here, kid, tell me how you lost today?"

Bobby's face darkened. "Fine, let's do a review. What do you mean by 'how we lost'? Your daughter didn't lose; I was letting that old man win!"

Poppy walked to the table, tapped her wand, and the ink bottle transformed into a miniature Gal Depp.

Flitwick, on the other hand, transformed the quill pen into the shape of Bobby.

The two little figures faced off on the table.

"He cast two spells first, one that knocked him unconscious and the other that set him ablaze."

Just as Poppy had predicted, Gay Depp's miniature figure first collapsed unconscious, then burst into flames that arrived first, igniting at Poppy's left foot.

"Ha, little trick." Flitwick chuckled, and Little Bobby Apparated to his right rear. "If I'm not mistaken, that dizzy fall can curve, right? You almost got hit?"

“Yes, Father Flitwick. That fainting spell seemed to have been preordained, as if he had pinpointed the spot where I would appear.”

"Poppy, your Apparition is powerful, but your usage habits are too easy to see through!"

How could that be?

"You almost never dodge to the left or right. When you advance, you always appear slightly to the left and above others. When you retreat, you always appear to your right rear. Not to mention us old guys, anyone with a little combat experience will know this after fighting you for a while!"

Is that so? Bobby thought about it carefully for a while, and it really was!

Heh heh heh, old man Grindelwald, just wait till I get my hands on you the day after tomorrow!

Why not tomorrow?

Because of Halloween!

On Halloween night, the auditorium was decorated with a festive atmosphere, just like in previous years.

Hagrid, as always, grew a huge pumpkin, and the beautiful pumpkin carriage drew admiration from all the new students.

The ghosts risked being captured by Bobby and taken back to the Land of the Dead, wandered around for a while, and hurriedly returned to the basement to attend Nick's nearly headless 500th birthday celebration!

Harry Potter accepted Nick's invitation, and Harry was so excited that he also wanted to invite Bobby to join him.

"Sir Nicholas's birthday?"

Bobby smiled and looked at his little cousin. "Are you sure you want me to attend their birthday celebration, and not to hold a memorial service for them?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's meaningless. If I go, this day next year will be the death anniversary of all their ghosts."

"Ah?" Harry remembered. Last school year, he noticed that the ghosts seemed to avoid his little cousin. He'd probably been thinking about the basilisk too much these past few days, it'd taken up most of his brain's memory, and he'd completely forgotten about it.

“Go ask Nick if he dares to come near me,” Bobby concluded. “Besides, I can’t afford the food at the Ghost Feast.”

After saying that, my cousin turned and left.

Harry stood there, somewhat bewildered: "Food? Ghosts can eat?"

Tonight, Harry will have a Halloween he'll never forget.

Bobby arrived at the auditorium full of anticipation.

What exactly is she expecting? Perhaps she's looking forward to all sorts of crazy things this Halloween will bring, or perhaps she's hoping to finally have a normal Halloween this year?

Even Bobby himself couldn't explain it.

Upon entering the auditorium, the professors had not yet arrived; only a few young wizards sat there chatting.

No, a large group of Slytherin boys had already arrived. As soon as Bobby entered, they rushed up aggressively and surrounded her.

"Bobby Evans! Did you cast a soul-stealing spell on Miss Rozier?!"

Bobby: ?

Poppy's tilted head and puzzled expression was so adorable, but in the eyes of these pureblood snakes, it was an insult from this mud-blooded creature.

"Stop pretending! Miss Rozier is so noble, so noble... You lowly mud... How dare you, you actually... You, you've gone too far!"

The excited little snakes were rambling incoherently, but Bobby still understood them.

These past two days, Matilda has been taking care of her so well that Jady even exclaimed, "If only my Zijuan had been this considerate back then."

Perhaps it was because their goddess willingly degraded herself to serve the "Mudbloods" that touched the fragile nerves of these pureblood snakes. They may have all selectively ignored the fact that Matilda was once a Squib.

Bobby sighed inwardly, thinking that it must have been quite a feat for these little devils to endure for so many days.

She glanced at them and saw that they were all snakes below the third year. It seemed that her heroic figure in Slytherin back then had been forgotten by those who came after her.

"You can all reflect on your actions up there," Lady Hogwarts declared.

Go, kids, become little imps flying through the air and add color to this Halloween!

So the little snakes were transformed into imp balloons, floating under the dazzling starry sky of Hogwarts Great Hall.

They angrily made "pfft" sounds, but no one could hear them.

Draco Malfoy burst into the Great Hall, panting, "I'm sorry I'm late!"

He looked towards the Slytherin table. Huh? Where did everyone go?

When he turned his head to the other side, Bobby's gentle smile made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Bobby Evans!"

"Yo, Draco, you've arrived!"

"Ah, ah, oh yes, Happy Halloween."

“Yes, I’m very happy, and to make tonight even happier, so…” Poppy’s smile widened, and she flicked her wand at Malfoy, “Let’s go!”

Draco Malfoy, may you be the brightest star tonight!

Chapter 65 A Glimpse into Life on Christmas Eve

If we don't count Harry Potter, who couldn't eat for three days after tasting heavily fermented food; or the little snakes that were forgotten by Poppy and floated on the ceiling all night, only to be discovered by the professors the next morning...

Hogwarts did indeed have an ordinary, perfectly normal Halloween.

This uneventful period continued until Christmas.

The snakes wanted to report it, but discovered that the Hogwarts underworld, led by Snape, refused to accept any accusations against Bobby Evans. The snakes were even punished with a month of confinement for "bullying a classmate."

Let's just leave the points at that—Slytherin doesn't have many points left.

This month, the Basilisk has been sleeping soundly, while Poppy has been growing quietly.

It's a 50/50 match! In a contest using conventional methods, Poppy and Grindelwald are evenly matched!

The old man immediately stopped teaching Bobby and went back to Evans Ranch with his "granddaughter" to celebrate Christmas!

Early in the morning of December 24, Harry hurriedly found Bobby.

"Cousin! I received an early Christmas present."

"Received a gift?" Bobby spat out a bone from the steamed pork ribs and asked, puzzled. "What's so strange about receiving a gift? It's normal for some people to send their gifts a day in advance so they don't blend in with the crowd."

Harry pulled out a diary and handed it to Bobby. "That's not the point. What I find strange is the gift itself!"

Oh wow, this gift is indeed very strange... Bobby took the diary.

Hello, little diary, we meet again!

She was actually quite looking forward to Dumbledore creating another story to "nurture" Harry, but she didn't expect it to be so simple and crude this time, directly sending Tom Riddle to Harry as a gift.

Bobby could clearly feel the diary starting to shake, so she quickly returned it to Harry, otherwise the ink would spill out and contaminate the food.

"Harry, this is just an ordinary diary."

Bobby, who was lying through his teeth, picked up another piece of rib and stuffed it into his mouth to cover up his unease.

“No, cousin, the scar on my forehead throbs whenever I open this diary. And I feel like it’s tempting me to write something in it.”