Chapter 886

"... are you ready!"

"Oh -"

"I'm asking you, are you ready?"

"Oh, oh --"

"Damn it, are you all low-energy monsters who only shout 'Oh, oh' below?"

"Yes!!!"

"Then dance your fat body and dance to our music!"

In the hall of Hogwarts castle, the vertical and horizontal flashing lights are flying and jumping on the stage. A group of girls dressed in bold and unrestrained clothes are constantly stirring up the emotions of the audience.

Most of them wear black robes torn deliberately. Except for the lead singer in the middle, other members carry all kinds of musical instruments.

Just listening to the beginning of this scene can feel that they are preaching a feeling of releasing youth from self rebellion from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the eccentric sisters, a band standing at the forefront of the current trend in the magic world.

"Oh --"

Just as the whole audience roared with them, the avant-garde girls on the stage also played the first note of today's special session. The effect of the sound reinforcement spell immediately flooded the whole auditorium.

It was the next second that the girl who was the lead singer of the band suddenly raised her hand, sweet and with a lot of hysterical strange sound lines, she penetrated the eardrums of the fans——

"♪ even if it's as stupid as a monster ~ ♪

♪ then rock and roll! ♪

♪ spin and swing like crazy elves ~ ♪

♪ jump out of the stage of life! ♪

"♪ follow the unicorn to self hi ~ ♪

♪ hey, it's wonderful at sunset! ♪

"♪ learn from the indulgent ogre!! harm!! ♪

"♪ you can dance like an eagle and a horse... ♪

Maka doesn't know who wrote the lyrics, but just listening to their rock performance is really good. He stood in the corner of the auditorium, watched the crowds on and off the stage, enjoyed the madness for a while, and then turned away from the chaos and noise.

Of course, he doesn't enjoy the performance of strange sisters - to be honest, these strange music really don't suit him. What he enjoys is the vitality of the audience.

In this period of time, Maka actually needs a piece of encouragement from others, even if it was inadvertently passed on to him just now.

"Well... That's the lyrics. It sounds so rustic..."

He shook his head, smiled and walked away.

……

In fact, it's almost noon now.

Just that morning passed like a turbulent water. Many activities were opened one after another, which made the little wizards rush around and run around the campus and the castle.

In addition, some invited wizards outside the school also came one after another, and Hogwarts immediately became very lively.

As if in the blink of an eye, the four long tables originally set aside in the auditorium were placed on the open space at the gate of the castle, and an outdoor buffet lunch began.

"... Neville? What happened to your leg?"

Harry, who had just come here and was going to fill his stomach and continue to visit, suddenly found Neville not far away.

It can be seen that at the moment, Neville is standing by a Christmas tree with a stiff expression, and Hannah, a peer at hutchpatch college, is following him and holding him.

"Oh, no, nothing... There may be some sequelae..."

Neville was about to pass by, but Hannah, who was more careless than him, waved her hand.

"Harry -" she said happily, "I tell you, Neville is really brave this morning! He defeated a Dementor wearing a Christmas hat alone! Well, it seems that he has frozen his legs by the cold of the Dementor, and he hasn't recovered yet..."

"Dementors?" Harry said suddenly. "Oh, you've been to the dark magic corridor, too? But... Can the cold of Dementors freeze their legs... Neville, I suggest you'd better go to the school hospital and let Mrs. Pomfrey have a look!"

But before Neville could answer, Hannah said first:

"No, we went to the school hospital, but Mrs. Pomfrey said that Neville was scared like this - how can you say that! Neville defeated the Dementor with the patron saint curse!"

She seemed a little unhappy, as if she were saying that Mrs. Pomfrey was a big liar.

As for Neville, he had now moved his eyes to the distance and pretended to see the scenery.

"Mrs Pomfrey shouldn't be wrong? And Neville --"

"Cough."

Harry was trying to speak out his point of view, but Ron coughed and interrupted him.

"Yes, Neville will be fine. Oh, let's go eat first. We're starving..."

With that, Ron dragged Harry to the long table full of food.

"Harry, I thought you could be a little more emotional with our Ginny... Don't you see? Neville, he likes Hannah!"

"Oh, that's the first time I've heard. How did you know?" Harry said in surprise. "And what does it have to do with his frozen legs?"

Ron gave him a helpless look and really didn't want to say any more.

"Anyway, don't disturb them..."

"Excuse me?" Hermione's voice suddenly came out from behind. "Eh? Ron, are you in a better mood than in the morning?"

As she spoke, she passed by them, poured some hot cocoa at the long table and drank it.

The food here is prepared by the house elves in the kitchen, and whenever someone takes something, the Elves will replenish it immediately. As long as the reserved ingredients are not used up, these meals are unlimited.

After warming her slightly cold body, she lifted the refilled hot cocoa pot again and poured herself a cup.

When Ron heard her ask, he followed her, grabbed the plate and began to put meat patties and vegetable salad in it.

"As long as it's not completely over, I'm in no better mood." he said weakly, "not to mention the Christmas gift..."

"Well, what did the boy give you?" Hermione asked curiously.

But Ron just chewed the purple cabbage silk. A little bitter taste spread at the root of his tongue, and even the sweet salad dressing could not disperse it.

Just then

"Boom -"

There was a loud noise in the castle. At the same time, many bits and pieces flew out of a window hole in an instant.

"Bang! Crash -"

One of them landed on the long table, smashed many food and tableware, and splashed many wizards standing at the table.

Hermione took a quick look. It was a curved copper pipe.

"What's the matter?"

The sky near the table was cursed, so that the snowflakes still flying in the air would not fall on the food. But that layer of barrier is not a problem. It is obviously a little reluctant to keep away the copper pipe falling from the sky.

"Where did it fall?"

She raised her neck and looked at it suspiciously. At the thought of the loud explosion just now, she was a little worried about whether something big had happened.

However, just as she was going to visit the castle, a head suddenly came out of a window.

"Just now it was just a small accident. Professor bubagi asked me to say sorry for her - Oh, no one was hurt?"

Hermione was stunned to find that the head sticking out of the window hole was Luna - although it was a little far away, she must be right with her light golden soft hair and ethereal voice!

"Professor bubagi?" she couldn't help wondering, "are you still preparing for the activity... Speaking, it seems that the Christmas activity of Muggle research has not been opened yet..."

In fact, the explosion just now really surprised many people. But fortunately, everyone seems to have good luck. Those falling objects really don't hurt anyone.

Before long, some of the little wizards who were full put down their tableware and left here, looking for projects they hadn't played in the morning, and then went hilarious.

Only a few people, such as Hermione, are still not involved. Even before Christmas, she seemed very happy, but she still didn't shake her study habits every day.

It was only during a short break that she would go around and everything seemed very organized.

It was not until the evening that she finally put down her books and announced that today's study was over.

However, when she subconsciously walked around the campus, she found one thing - it seemed that she couldn't find Maka again?

……

"Click."

Another arc-shaped stone slab is arranged at the position where it should be. The grooves engraved on it are aligned with other stone slabs around one by one, and even a gap can not appear.

While controlling the sequence of the slate, Maka observed the whole to avoid spelling mistakes.

He is now at the top of the Blackstone fortress in Azkaban, spliced with stone slabs that he has spent much time recently trimming and carving. With the careful arrangement of stone slabs engraved with lines and runes, an array with amazing scale and complexity will be completed on this platform.

Not far from the edge of the high platform, old Eun sat in his wheelchair and watched Maka's slate splicing without saying a word.

He provided a large amount of data to support this matrix. He has spent many years for those seemingly simple numbers.

It can be predicted that in the near future, the results of their efforts will appear.

"Even in ancient times, few wizards can lead down disaster stars to the world... To tell the truth, I can't wait..."

Suddenly, old Eun whispered, but he didn't know whether he couldn't wait for a meteorite or something else