Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 492 Sirius Black and Snape's Amazing Partnership

Chapter 492 Sirius Black and Snape's Amazing Partnership

Because of Hagrid's situation, Harry felt listless and unmotivated for the rest of the day.

By evening, the rain hadn't stopped; instead, it had intensified, blurring the view outside the castle. Angelina Jensen had to cancel today's Quidditch practice, much to everyone's relief.

The Christmas dinner was as fun as ever, with hundreds of uniquely shaped pumpkin lanterns floating in the hall, and bats flying around each one.

At the very front of the auditorium, next to the teachers' seats, stood a huge pumpkin carriage, which drew a second glance from everyone who passed by.

The food was also plentiful. Besides the annual pumpkin pie, there was also roasted chicken with pumpkin, pumpkin bread, and more.

A three-tiered pumpkin-shaped cake, and after the main course, a ghost-shaped pumpkin pudding.

The house-elves in the kitchen seem to be modeled after the ghosts in the castle, so much so that all the puddings look like "familiar faces".

Xilun picked a ghost pudding dressed in a medieval nobleman's robe. With a gentle touch, the pudding's head wobbled off and hung limply around his neck.

It's immediately obvious who this is.

"This feels really strange." Watching Xilen bite off Pudding's head, Nick, who was almost headless, couldn't help but touch his neck.

"I wish that were true," he couldn't help but say.

"If it's true, I can't bring myself to eat it," Xilun muttered.

"Don't say that, just think of it as doing a good deed." Nick, who was almost headless, sighed softly.

He dreamed of cutting off the piece of skin connecting his neck and head, but unfortunately, he was a ghost, so he couldn't touch anything or dream.

The performance began halfway through the banquet.

This year's Halloween seems to be themed around ghosts. Several ghosts that no one has ever seen before emerged from the giant pumpkin carriage and performed a very elaborate and challenging rock dance for everyone.

It's exactly what they mean by "deliberate effort." They pulled out hearts and intestines as props, and then performed actions that a living person could never do, creating a powerful visual impact.

Everyone watched with great interest, even the ghost.

Siren noticed that the fat monk from Hufflepuff was excitedly clutching the same translucent paper and pen, seemingly wanting to get an autograph.

Dumbledore was still absent from the faculty seating area, but Professor McGonagall and the other professors were present.

The ghost dance troupe brought the Halloween dinner atmosphere to a climax, and it didn't subside much even after the dinner ended.

Because soon, the Duel Club, which everyone is looking forward to, will be open.

However, we'll have to wait a while. Besides giving everyone time to digest the dinner, the auditorium also needs to be rearranged.

Some people found it too troublesome and didn't even go back to their dorms, instead waiting in the lobby. Xilun and his group did just that.

Harry was chatting casually with Angelina and the others about Quidditch tactics. The first Quidditch match would begin after Halloween. Angelina was so nervous, as if she were possessed by Wood, that she kept babbling on and on.

Fred and George then found Celen and talked about the Weasleys Magic Tricks Company.

They decided to go back for Christmas and rent a shop in Diagon Alley in advance.

Before this, they had already hired a considerable number of students willing to earn some pocket money with a fairly substantial sum of Galleons. These students would work with them during the holidays to set up the shop in Diagon Alley. This way, they could open for business as quickly as possible after graduation.

Xilun naturally wouldn't object to this.

After a while, as it approached nine o'clock in the evening, the number of people in the lobby increased.

At nine o'clock sharp, the doors of the auditorium opened.

The group of people who had been waiting at the door for a while immediately went inside.

Just like in second grade, the tables that used to be used for eating in the auditorium have been moved to the two sides against the walls.

In the middle, there was a huge square platform covered with a layer of black velvet.

Xilen stepped on it and stomped hard. It was very soft, like stepping on grass. Obviously, the professors had made preparations in advance, so even if you fell here, you probably wouldn't feel much pain.

"What spells do you think Sirius and Professor Flitwick will teach us this time?" Ron asked curiously.

"I don't know." Harry stood beside the platform, looking up at the small door on the side, and shook his head. "But I hope it's the Explosion Charm."

He still vividly remembered the scene of the repeated bombardment by the Explosion Charm in Hogsmeade Village.

The Death Eater named Antonin Dolokhov was so frightened that he ran away immediately, something that the Disarming Charm could never achieve.

"It couldn't be an Explosion Curse," Hermione said calmly.

"Why!"

"Why?" Hermione couldn't help but glance at Ron. "Have you forgotten what Umbridge said in the Headmaster's office? The Explosion Charm is a dangerous spell. If underage wizards use it carelessly, they could be investigated by the Ministry of Magic. Do you think the school would willingly teach us such a dangerous spell?"

"Other professors are unlikely to be involved—" Kun pouted and muttered softly, "But it's not necessarily true for Sirius. He never cares about this."

Just as he was speaking, the side door of the auditorium was opened.

Sirius strode in, having changed out of his oversized wizard robes, looking much more capable now.

And right next to him was—

"Snape?"

Ron couldn't help but cry out.

Before this, they had always assumed that this year's Duel Club would be the same as before, with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and former Duel Champion Professor Flitwick teaching them together.

But to everyone's surprise, Professor Flitwick didn't show up; instead, Sirius Black was accompanied by Snape.

He was still dressed in black, wearing a black cloak, and his eyes were coldly fixed on Sirius beside him. The two seemed to be engaged in some kind of competition, neither wanting to fall behind the other.

However, as he passed the edge of the platform, he suddenly turned his head and glared at Ron, who had just called out his name.

Ron was so frightened that he shrank back and tried to hide himself in the crowd. He didn't dare to raise his head again until the two people had passed by.

"This is terrible, why isn't it Professor Flitwick?" he complained in a low voice.

"Perhaps Professor Flitwick is too busy," Siron said. He was also puzzled as to why these two were assigned to work together. Wasn't Dumbledore worried that they would fight again?

Wait, this is a duel club, so it's not surprising that a fight breaks out here.

"Professor McGonagall would be fine, as long as it's not Snape—" Harry sighed, his interest in the Duel Club immediately dwindling.

If Sirius Black hadn't been there, he would have left already.