Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 361 Renewal 1 New Castle

Chapter 362 A Newly Renovated Castle

"Luna".

Xilun stepped forward and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Hello, Siron." Luna turned around. "Congratulations on completing the Warriors' first project."

"Thank you," Siren said, glancing at her bare feet. "Aren't you cold?"

"A little," Luna said, "but all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared."

"I suspect it's hooked," she paused, then added seriously.

Hook it up, it's yet another magical creature I've never heard of before. But being around Luna always provides opportunities to learn new things, and Xiren is used to it.

As for why Hook stole Luna's shoes, you'd probably have to ask the "smart people" of Ravenclaw.

Xiren remembered that Luna also had a nickname, "Crazy Girl," which was spread by the Ravenclaws.

Xilen glanced at Luna again, but she seemed completely unconcerned, as if the shoes really had been stolen by Hook.

"Do you need any help?" Siren asked. "It's a bit chilly in December; it'll be more comfortable to wear shoes."

"No need, look over there."

Luna pointed upwards.

Only then did Xiren notice a pair of red and white patterned boots hanging on an arched statue in the corridor.

The shoelaces had been untied and were haphazardly wrapped around the longsword of the knight statue.

"Just like many times before, the lost shoes always come back, although sometimes it's unexpected."

"Well, that's really good news." Siren waved his wand.

"The force is released and the energy dissipates."

The tangled shoelaces came undone, and Luna quickly ran a few steps to catch the falling shoe.

"Perhaps you could learn the Summoning Charm," Siren said. "It's a spell specifically used to find things, and it could solve these little problems you're having right now."

"It's okay, they'll all show up eventually anyway." Luna, having put on her shoes, returned to Xiren's side.

She genuinely didn't care.

Xiren suddenly felt like laughing. Those people might also be among those who stole Luna's shoes, probably wanting to see her embarrassed.

Surprisingly, Luna wasn't bothered by it at all.

What's even more interesting is that no matter where the shoes are hidden, Luna always manages to find them unexpectedly.

"That's amazing," Xilun muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Luna turned to look at him.

"I mean, maybe you're the real Ravenclaw."

"But I am Ravenclaw." Luna blinked, somewhat confused.

She felt that Xilun was talking nonsense and couldn't help but look at his ears—it was strange, why wasn't he bothering her?

"Of course, that's correct," Celen said. "Are you going home for the Christmas holidays, or are you choosing to stay on campus?"

"I'm not going back," Luna said.

"That's great," Siren laughed. "I mean, could I ask you to be my dance partner? I haven't been able to find the right person."

"Of course, no problem." Luna thought for a moment and agreed.

Although she would prefer to spend her holiday searching for the hook in the castle, she wouldn't mind doing her friend a small favor.

Dancing is all she does. Ever since she was bitten by a goblin as a child, she has been endowed with this talent by the goblin's saliva. It couldn't be simpler.

Watching Luna skip and hop away, disappearing around the corner at the end of the corridor, Xiren prepared to return to the common room.

It's just dancing, it should be fine, right? In the last few days before the holiday, the school became more and more lively and noisy.

Perhaps to make a lasting impression on the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the school was decorated more beautifully and lavishly than ever before.

After one night, the castle ceiling seemed to have suddenly disappeared, thick snow was everywhere on the portraits and statues, and the marble stair railings were covered with crystal-clear icicles.

Of course, none of these will melt.

The auditorium still boasted twelve enormous Christmas trees, adorned with various trinkets. From the glittering holly berries,

The festive atmosphere reached its peak with the incessant hooting of the golden owl.

Oh, and even their outer armor is enchanted; they sing Christmas carols whenever someone passes by.

This was a bit too much for them; by noon, Xilun had encountered three cases where they forgot the lyrics and two where they sang the wrong tune.

But these are minor issues, and they actually add a lot of fun.

In this atmosphere, people have lost interest in attending classes.

The professors didn't want to spoil everyone's good mood, so on the last day before the holiday, Professor Flitwick simply stopped lecturing and allowed everyone to play games in his class.

He himself spent most of his time chatting with Siren, discussing the special summoning spell he used in the first project.

"I can't believe you actually did it!" Professor Flitwick said in a shrill voice. "If you have any other thoughts, feel free to tell me. I know a lot of rare and uncommon spells."

"I will," Xilun nodded in agreement.

Professor Flitwick was indeed very knowledgeable about spells, but he already had ideas for his second project and didn't need to learn any more spells for the time being.

Charms class was followed by Potions class, but Snape wasn't as easy to talk to as Professor Flitwick.

In an effort to keep the students focused, he resorted to his old trick and decided to test their broad-spectrum antidote before the end of get out of class.

Although he had used this method more than once, it was undeniably effective. Everyone forgot about the holiday and stared intently at the pot in front of them.

Neville and Harry, in particular, would have been far more likely to be chosen than anyone else if Snape had to poison one of them.

As expected, Snape ultimately chose Harry.

Fortunately, with Hermione's help, his broad-spectrum antidote worked perfectly.

Snape looked a little disappointed.

"He's so mean," Ron said angrily in the hallway after class. "I knew he'd pick you the moment he said that. That greasy old bat, I bet nobody invited him to the Christmas dance!"

"Yeah, who would invite him?" Harry said.

"Perhaps—" Ron suddenly thought of something interesting and said in a low voice, "The Weeping Myrtle is willing to go with him."

The two immediately burst into laughter.

The Weeping Myrtle is a ghost who always cries over the smallest things and is as unpopular in the castle as Snape.

"If they're both at the Christmas ball, I'll definitely find a way to come back and watch," Ron said, wiping away tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes. "Even if I can't come back, it's okay; Fred and George will definitely record this wonderful moment."

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