Beast Boy pushed open the door and gestured to the people in the room who were covering their mouths.
He signaled that everything was safe.
The twins cheered first. Professor Quirrell then lit the magic candles hanging in the air one by one.
Under the bright candlelight, the older children were busy unfolding the tablecloth.
The twins were leading Ron and the other young wizards to put the food they had smuggled out of the castle on the table.
At the same time, they had to guard against Wo using his super speed to steal food.
This was a farewell party. After the news that the international students were about to leave spread out,
The twins led a group of young wizards to plan this party in secret. On this night,
They sent messages to each other on the magic communication book, successfully avoiding Professor Filch and Madam Loris, as well as Professor Mcgonagall and the others who were on night patrol.
They sneaked from the castle to the Union Building.
Neville pulled his hair in excitement and fear. "What if Si... Professor Snape notices the lights on our side?"
Professor Quirrell, who was also flushed with excitement, did not say anything.
He set up many spells around and announced, "Now, let's do whatever we want!"
Harry looked at the young professor standing between the twins.
He felt that he had really been smashed by that snowball during the winter vacation. However, today was indeed a day to mess around! The twins not only stole a lot of pudding from the kitchen,
Cake,
Candy,
Bubble drinks, and even got butter beer!
Haig was also invited. He was laughing and playing with the unicorn that Beast Boy had turned into. When he saw Harry looking over with the butter beer in his hand, the big guy pretended to be angry, but he stretched out three fingers. "Only three glasses allowed!"
Harry nodded and was then pulled into the group of boys. They were watching Peter fiddle with an old Muggle tape recorder. It was said that this thing was obtained by Mr. Weisles. After a long period of torment by the twins, it could already play a few songs. After Peter's "hand-clap repair method" and "restart test", a strong rhythm was spat out. The wizards, mutants, aliens, and cool ordinary humans were all brought to the dance floor by the melody.
As they swayed, several magic wands stretched out from the crowd, changing into red, orange, green, blue, and purple lights and dreamy transparent bubbles floating above everyone's heads.
Harry held a can of butter beer and followed Ron onto the dance floor. Soon, his head was filled with notes and alcohol. At first, Ron was the one swaying opposite him, then Neville, and then a Hufflepuff girl... In the end, the boys and girls completely forgot the gender and nationality of the academy. Everyone was swaying, humming, and giggling...
The giggling Harry saw Haig pulling Neville around in circles, Cedric and Qiu Zhang kissing on the edge of the dance floor, a giggling Martian girl teaching a serious-looking super kid how to do simple dance steps, and Professor Quirrell blushing as he listened to a senior Ravenclaw girl with a high ponytail... Ah, he also saw Drac. Drac was looking at him inexplicably and saying, "Potter! What are you giggling about? "
"I'm … I'm laughing at you …" Harry grinned and chuckled. "Derek, your slicked-back hair is so silly!" As Harry spoke, he rubbed Malfoy's neat hair into a mess. The platinum boy screamed but did not avoid it. When he wanted to trouble Potter, the kid had already slipped into the crowd with a giggle.
"Drac?" Pansy swayed to the beat. Seeing Drac standing there with an unhappy face, she pulled him and asked, "Want to dance?" Without waiting for Drac to respond, the tall girl pulled the skinny boy onto the dance floor.
Jason Todd, who finally got to drink, was in a particularly good mood. He even took Wally and the other boys back to the room to get the acoustic guitar and drum set they had brought. Everyone still remembered their performance at the freshmen welcome party and immediately cheered loudly to make room for them.
The lead singer of DC band, Jason Todd, who was playing guitar, said in a rare high-spirited mood, "This is our farewell performance, dedicated to you — our friends, to Marvel Academy, to DC Academy, and of course, to the best magic school I know — Hogwarts."
"Hurrah!" The screams almost blew the roof off. Although Harry was a little confused, he still smiled and said to the person beside him, "Is Professor Quirrell's silencing spell still working? Burp! "
"I don't know!" the red-haired girl beside him replied loudly.
"Jean?" Harry tilted his head and realized who was beside him.
Jean kept smiling, her eyes looking in Jason's direction, but her mouth was talking to Harry. "Harry, last time you asked me why I didn't study with Hermione anymore, right? Harry, I can only tell you that it's not that we don't want to continue the investigation, but — some things, we can't go too far. "The red-haired girl lowered her head, her eyes full of a mysterious smile." It will cross the line. "
Harry spent about ten minutes to understand Jean's words, but the words slipped out of his mind in a few seconds, leaving only the endless music! Dancing! Lights and revelry!
Jason used a long solo to vent the exuberant energy that came with March. The young wizards who exploded with his rhythm also shouted and laughed wildly. Harry felt some kind of powerful force from the pairs of twinkling eyes, which attacked the slow pace of Hogwarts and the slow and leisurely pace of life in the wizarding world. What resonated with that force was the natural vitality of these young wizards.
March, the crazy March.
Harry suddenly laughed louder, louder than the others, and his laughter was very eye-catching.
He even laughed and climbed up the long table that was used as a temporary stage, and took the guitar from Jason.
Jason only asked one question, "Can you play?"
"A few strokes." The kid was obviously drunk. His face was red, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Jason just smiled, stepped aside, and applauded the kid.
Harry held the guitar and bowed to the audience drunkenly, which made the audience burst into laughter. He still held his head high and said loudly, "You — my classmates, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, my friends, now, listen to your savior!"
The domineering declaration only caused boos and laughter, but Harry was not done yet. "I know, we will quarrel, fight, and complain about each other. We will complain about Gryffindor's recklessness, Ravenclaw's rigidity, Hufflepuff's mediocrity, and Slytherin's insidiousness. Don't roll your eyes, Drac! Just like we will laugh at Neville's memory, Hermione's know-it-all, and Drac's slicked-back hair. This is normal. We — wizards, Muggles, ordinary people, mutants, superheroes — may never understand each other. We may always be in a state of oppression and exclusion. This is normal. "
Harry was really drunk. His smile was stiff. "But — who knows? The Cold War between the Soviet Union and the United States is over! The Soviet Union has disintegrated! A new — world is coming! Voldemort is dead! "
The name that must not be said finally caused a commotion. "Let us reconcile! Gryffindor — reconcile with Slytherin! Wizards — reconcile with Muggles! Let each of us be reconciled with himself! What else do I need to praise? Is it peace or love? "
Harry finally began to pluck the strings and sang in a broken voice, "e, as
you
are，as
you
were，as
I
went
to
you
be，as
a
friend，as
a
friend，as
a
old
Enemy … "
"Harry is drunk." The atmosphere became lively again, but Ron and Neville were still worried about Harry's condition.
Sure enough, Harry threw down the guitar and fell off the table. Fortunately, Connor was prepared and caught the child and returned him to his friends. "He's really … a special child."
The drunk Harry was still mumbling, "Memoria, memoria …"
"He's really … a light drinker." Ron shrugged. He had only drunk a can of beer.
The two helplessly helped Harry to a sofa in the corner and lay down with the drunk Haig. On the stage, Logan had already jumped up to dance with the angel Warren. Côte and Scott were bickering below the stage. Ron and Neville hurried over to watch the show.
While everyone was busy, the door was suddenly blasted open. The expressionless Dumbledore was standing at the door with a group of professors.
The room suddenly quieted down.
The only one left was Wally, who was still playing solo. Blue Beetle kicked him to a stop.
Professor Quirrell, who seemed to be the only one who could speak, was pushed out. The poor young man was also drunk. He raised his glass to Dumbledore and called out "Merlin". He was especially friendly. "Don't you want a drink?"
The twins facepalmed and hugged each other tightly. The other students also looked at the sky and the ground, looking at the spots on the wall.
"Beer?" Dumbledore frowned coldly and stared sternly at Professor Quirrell. "Quirrell, I thought you knew that I prefer honey water!"
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