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Chapter 118 Dumbledore: Ah, I'm dead~(2/2)

Halloween night is fun this year.

The Hufflepuffs became a little bolder, and the first and second years were transformed by the seniors, wearing all kinds of weird costumes.

There's even a ghost with a Hufflepuff on his head.

They ran to the teacher's desk, shouting trick-or-treating.

The professors were happy to give them sweets, and they were having a good time - until Dumbledore brought out a jar of cockroaches, and the little wizards immediately dispersed.

The little lions also started their performance. They skipped asking for sweets and went straight to trick-or-treating.

They bought a batch of fireworks from Fred, the kind specially made by the Weasley brothers. After they were lit, they shot up into the sky and exploded with ketchup everywhere.

One shot also hit Dumbledore, and he cooperated very well. He covered the place where the firework was shot, and with his tongue lying down, he "died" on the chair.

Seeing that the professors were not angry, the little badgers became bold and started doing business with the Weasley brothers.

George and Fred set up their stalls directly where they were.

Look at the way their chrysanthemums are blooming with laughter, there must be a good harvest tonight.

Slytherins are like outsiders. Even if the younger wizards are a little envious, their heads are pushed back by the upperclassmen.

No envy!

The noble Slytherins don't need anything that Gryffindor touches like them.

It was noisy and noisy until almost curfew.

Professor McGonagall drove them back to their respective common rooms.

Led by George and Fred, the little lions sang loudly all the way back, but the entrance was crowded with people and it was noisy. Percy pushed through the crowd and walked in: "What's going on? You forgot the password?"

Percy paused, waved his wand, flew out parchment from his bag, wrote a string of words, made two copies, and flew away quickly.

Harry stood on tiptoe and took a look, his expression suddenly changed.

The entrance to the Gryffindor lounge was guarded by a portrait of the Fat Lady, but now the Fat Lady has disappeared.

The canvas was torn to pieces, leaving a large piece of it empty, and the torn pieces were scattered all over the floor.

The guard was destroyed!

Harry grabbed Hermione and Ron's hands, walked around the crowd, and walked to the empty stands: "Help me cover."

He took out the Marauder's Map.

When the map slowly spread out, Sirius Black's name was still not on it.

"Black did it?" Hermione frowned.

Harry nodded: "It should be him. He came to see Peter. He didn't go into the lounge. He got angry and did something mindless again."
Chapter completed!
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