My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort ~

Free content, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

It might be a bit late, but it feels like it's not too late. After all, the moon is 16 round at fifteen.

Note: May have nothing to do with the main line

"It is precisely because the phase of the moon has never changed, people are used to using the moon's surplus or absence as the reason for their calendar."

Mel was sitting on the roof of the cafeteria with his arms around Elizabeth's shoulders. He stretched out, and a round tile was kicked down by him and fell to the ground.

The student who had gone out after supper was almost hit. He raised his head and saw Melgan, who was dangling his legs. He was about to yell at him, but he saw Elizabeth sticking out his head.

He shrank his neck angrily, and walked away holding the nut pie from the cafeteria.

Booth Barton was built on the cloud, so that the pupils of the two people who watched the moon reflected the round moon, just like the cat at night.

Elizabeth's face was covered with a shining moonlight, and even her black hair was whitish. Melgan looked at the girl's profile, imagining how she was old.

His fingers passed through the tips of her hair, and the blue silk was slightly hung before slipping down. It was as smooth as satin. Under the moonlight, it seemed to have opened the curtain of dreams, revealing a delicate face and a somewhat stubborn nose and quilt. The night air was frosty with a flushed face, those eyes that reflected the moon, and Melgan's eyes reflected in the moon... Melgan couldn't help smiling, his eyes narrowed into crescent crescents, like fifteen days later. Like the moon.

He watched Elizabeth's hair dyed silver by moonlight, and imagined that stubborn and beautiful violent old lady became more and more active-if it could continue like this, it would be great!

Melgan hugged Elizabeth tightly, letting her lean on his shoulder.

"Mel, do you miss home?" Elizabeth put away her old temper and asked softly, "I kind of miss my dad and sister."

"There are no people left in my house, only one house elf." Melgan looked at the moon, paused, and sighed, "I think it might be sweeping the floor by the stream at the door of the house now, maybe it's watching The moon, after all, today's moon is shining, I think I can see it everywhere!"

"It's so pathetic...you are so pathetic..."

"What's the pity? With you and me!" Melgan held Elizabeth tightly.

Elizabeth rarely gave him a elbow, but moved closer: "Do you like the sun or the moon?"

The correct answer should be that I like you.

"I like the moon," but Melgan obviously didn't have that kind of brain. He rubbed Elizabeth's hair and smiled: "It is always so gentle, not as dazzling as the sun, and not as depressing as the dark clouds."

"Are you talking about me being fierce?"

"Huh? I'm not," Melgan waved his hand repeatedly, "I didn't--"

"I never thought I would be so close to the moon."

Tom was sitting on top of Alexander's head, throwing a sixpence coin he had just picked up, and he could almost touch the sky with his hand.

"Yeah, the moon is so real."

Nelson pushed open the hatch over Alexander's head and climbed out with a wrench.

"Today is a reunion festival." He lay down on the steel plate next to Tom and looked at the sky with his arms folded, "I want the whole family to eat moon cakes together."

"Family?" Tom stood up from the throne and sat next to Nelson. "Your broken stool is really a butt...Speaking of which, how long have we not seen Aunt Bella?"

"It's been a long time." Nelson shook his head, closed his eyes, and let the moonlight shine on his face. "She should be looking at the moon too."

"Are you going to find her? I miss her a bit, but..."

"Tom, the moon is prepared for people like us," Nelson murmured softly, as if he was about to fall asleep. "The wandering wanderer raises his head, and he can see the same moon as his hometown."

"Yeah... This is the first time I have heard of this holiday." Tom looked at the moon, as if to plunge into the cool and strong moonlight, "Do you miss home?"

"Which one?" Nelson smiled. "In the Mid-Autumn Festival, wizards and Muggles in the East will make mooncakes."

"what is that?"

"A kind of carved pie, I have the opportunity to make it for you."

Nelson raised his wand and waved it lightly, and a delicate mooncake made of mist appeared in front of Tom. He reached out to grab it, but only caught a smear of mist that quickly dissipated.

Nelson took out the Gunter family ring from his pocket and rubbed it with two fingers, but finally tucked it back into his pocket.

"I want small tomato stuffing."

"With all due respect, it might be unpalatable."

"Lily, are going to study at Hogwarts soon, are you nervous?"

Young Snape fiddled with his hair, scratching his head under the tree in the alleyway.

"Severus, I'm from Muggle, why are you more scared than me?"

The young Lily looked weird, like a small adult.

"I'm not afraid, but the two professors who came to us today don't look like good guys." Snape thought of the two guys who scared him at every turn. "I'm worried about our educational environment."

"Really? I think he is handsome."

Snape hadn't reached a calm age yet, so he changed the subject awkwardly: "Lily, did you know? Today is Muggle Mid-Autumn Festival."

"It's so stiff." Lily gave him a white look.

"The British Muggles are no more than this festival. This is an Eastern festival, and their calendars are not counted like that." Lily waved to her sister in the distance, doing what every smart kid likes to do. "If you really want to say what festival is today, it would be Victory Day in the Anti-Japanese War...Hey! Petunia! Want to see the moon?!"

"Humph! That's what you broomsticks do!"

Petunia turned her head proudly, then secretly glanced at Snape, looked at her sister, and finally stared at the moon that was not yet round.

"Professor Williams always tells us stories about the Mid-Autumn Festival, he seems to know better than you!"

Cedric was holding the golden egg that had just been snatched from the crotch of the Swedish short-nosed dragon and squeezed into the Ravenclaw table cheeky. He sat down beside Qiu Zhang and said with a grin.

A round moon hung on the dome of the auditorium, which contrasted with the silver plates everywhere.

Ravenclaw's students showed great apparitions to the warrior of Hogwarts. They laughed and built a high wall with plates, separating Qiu and Cedric a space that belonged only to them.

"Don't stay so close..."

Although he grew up in England, Qiu still retains a little oriental girl's subtlety. She shoved Cedric's shoulder, but he didn't seem to move even a millimeter. I don't know whether Qiu's strength is too weak or Cedric. Gram's strength is too great.

"I have a good thing for you." Cedric handed the golden egg to Qiu, "get it for me."

"Huh? Ah, okay." Qiu suspiciously took the golden egg with both hands, but was caught off guard by a kiss on the forehead by Cedric. She slanted her eyes and pretended to say, "That's it?"

"Of course not." Cedric rubbed Qiu's hair, took a snow-white rabbit from his pocket, and put it on top of Qiu's head.

The rabbit was a little panicked, his ball-shaped tail trembled, and two long ears drooped down.

"Your name is Autumn, so this holiday is also your holiday, but I didn't understand what that mooncake is, but I can make pizza for you~"

The swollen buttocks of the rabbit trembled. After accumulating energy, the rabbit kicked the eagle and left two red marks on Qiu's face. Cedric scratched his head, "Sorry, I... I messed up things. ."

Qiu stared at him silently, and Cedric's heart grew furry.

"me……"

"Thank you, I like this gift very much."

Qiu threw the golden egg to the ground and hugged Cedric tightly, her face pressed against the boy's chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat in her chest, and the surrounding Ravenclaw students booed loudly, they He even climbed onto the table, tapped the plate with a knife and fork, and offered blessings to the shy Qiu.

"It's not bad," Dumbledore smiled at McGonagall on the faculty desk. "Minerva, have you considered a lifelong event?"

McGonagall sternly looked like he wanted to scold him.

But before the sound of the scolding could be heard, the golden egg "glumguru" dropped by Qiu rolled onto the long table of Gryffindor next door and knocked on a boy's feet.

He has uncomfortable black hair, thick black hair covering his forehead, and a pair of round glasses covering his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at what hit his foot.

The golden egg opened, the scream of the banshee resounded through the auditorium, and the student who was dancing at the dining table fell headlong. The noise was extremely penetrating, and the auditorium suddenly became a mess of porridge.

Cedric got up quickly, trying to get the golden egg back.

But as soon as his **** left the bench, he was pulled back by Qiu. She held Cedric's shoulder tightly and put her lips close to his ear, "For us, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a holiday that requires family reunion. ."

"Ah..." Cedric nodded dazedly.

Qiu's face turned red because of her shyness, but she bit her lip and said softly:

"Will you accompany me back? Would you like to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my family? Would you like to sit on the same bench with me and look at the same moon?"

Her voice was drowned in the screaming of the banshee, but there was a black-haired handsome old man with a tall nose on the faculty desk, unlike the one who made her so sneaky. He looked at their lips and revealed With a smirk, he stretched out his magic wand and pointed at the golden egg. When it turned in the opposite direction, it actually played the wedding march.

Qiu and Cedric were still in a hug, unable to extricate themselves.

Dumbledore's playful mind became restless. He raised his wand and waved it like a band conductor. The notes flew to the two of them, exploding above them, turning into rose-like fireworks, and shining. Light up a pair of wall men.

"It's so vulgar," the black-haired handsome man said mercilessly. "It's as unremarkable as this golden egg. Roses are no longer popular."

"You have to be considerate of an old man's aesthetics," Dumbledore opened his hand, "Besides, the last time the golden egg appeared was in your class."

"Yes, the last time was the last time."

"Next time I'll wait for the next time," Dumbledore blinked and put his wand against his throat, exclaiming, "Although I feel that it should not be Valentine's Day today, Hogwarts is not a school against premature love!"

The students cheered and became agitated. They were more cheerful than the real Valentine's Day. They hugged the people around them, leaving a group of lonely guys trembling. He took out all kinds of fireworks and threw them into the air, stirring the atmosphere.

"Keep your eye on, Filch," the handsome black-haired man beckoned, "They put a few of them and wrote them down. No one has cleaned my office recently. From first grade to now, I miss George and Fred. It should be very good at sweeping the floor."

"Swish—"

Just like dismantling the stage, the blond man next to him was holding a bundle of machine gun-like fireworks spraying at the Weasley brothers. The Weasley brothers actively countered, and various fireworks exploded in the auditorium, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

The night is getting deeper, but the moon is brighter instead.

"Festivals originate from customs, religions or major events, but in the final analysis, the meaning of its existence is something reminiscent." The blond-haired professor sat behind his desk, looking at the full moon in the sky, and playing with the doll in his hand. , "Swish" wrote on the parchment, "It is very simple and sincere. At night when the moon is so big, so round, and so bright, there is no reason why you would not think of a person who might be looking at this moment. Where's the moon man?"

He picked up the crooked mooncake on the table and took a strong bite. The peach kernels, almonds, peanut kernels, melon seeds and sesame kernels in it almost didn't break his teeth.

"Boom boom boom!" There was a crisp knock on the door. "Are you sure this is the moon cake you are talking about? I feel like you removed a screw cap from a magic machine."

"It may be that there is a problem with my technique, but Tom, the important thing is not moon cakes, but the moon."

"When I was in the Xicheng Orphanage, the moon I saw on the roof was the same moon as it is now."

"It's still it~www.mtlnovel.com~ The flavors of festivals, the moon, and even mooncakes have not changed."

"We may be different, or perhaps we haven't changed."

The knock on the door stopped.

"When can you make mooncakes stuffed with small tomatoes?" a question came from the door.

"With all due respect, it might be unpalatable." He put down the pen in his hand and repeated what he had said many years ago.

"Really?" The people outside seemed to be thinking.

"Really, I'm afraid you will quit small tomatoes from now on." He said vowedly.

"Okay...Hello! You two! Mr. Weasley and... Mr. Weasley, what are you two doing in the hallway most of the night without sleeping? Oh? Watching the moon? I didn't expect you to be there. Do this kind of elegant thing instead of bombing Hogwarts on the moon...what? What a good idea? I really have a good idea. From tomorrow night, we will be confined for a week...what? Your confinement is already Is it the next semester?"

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