Unlike Halloween dinners, the most sumptuous Christmas banquets start at noon.
Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall and looked in amazement at the spectacle of the Christmas feast -
On the table were a hundred fat roast turkeys, mountains of roast meat and boiled potatoes, platters of delicious sausages, bowls of peas mixed with butter, and dishes of thick gravy and lingonberry sauce...
Every few steps along the dining table, there were piles of wizard lottery bags and firecrackers placed on the table.
Fred and George were playing with lottery fireworks. With a "bang", there was a sound like a cannon explosion, and a puff of blue smoke engulfed the twins. The two laughed happily and had a great time.
Harry and Ron could vaguely hear one of the twins talking about his great future ideal, which was to create a firework that could engulf the entire Hogwarts Castle.
Harry looked past the blue smoke created by Fred and George and raised his head towards the professors' seats. He saw Dumbledore in the main seat had changed his pointed wizard hat into a woman's hat decorated with flowers. Professor Flitwick had just told him a joke and he was laughing happily.
Dracula was shaking the wine glass in his hand and looking at Harry and Ron with ill intent.
"Ron, why do I feel like Professor Dracula is looking at us in a strange way?" Harry felt a little uneasy when Dracula was looking at him, and whispered to Ron who was gnawing on a chicken leg next to him.
Ron hadn't swallowed the chicken drumstick in his mouth yet, and he muttered, "It's okay. The professor must have liked the gift we gave him so much that he wanted to come over to thank us."
After hearing what Ron said, Harry turned his head suspiciously to look at Dracula again, only to find that he had looked away.
"Maybe you're right." Harry nodded and grabbed a chicken drumstick as well.
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"Professor Dracula, why aren't you wearing a Santa hat?"
Sitting in the professor's seat at the front of the auditorium, Dumbledore, wearing a hat decorated with flowers, looked at Dracula with a smile.
Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement, her tall black top hat swaying slightly as she moved.
"No, I'm not interested in Christmas." Dracula shrugged and focused on the bowl of bright red pudding in front of him.
"Come on, Professor Dracula, we have to be more in line with the Christmas atmosphere!" Professor Flitwick stood on a tall chair and helped Dracula choose a colorful firecracker with a paper hat hidden inside.
As Professor Flitwick waved his wand, the colorful flowers in front of the professor's seat burst into thick pink smoke - a pink paper hat with small white hearts painted on it emerged from the smoke.
"Oh, what a vibrant color combination." Professor Flitwick seemed a little surprised at his luck and looked at Dracula, "Do you want to wear this hat as a Christmas hat?"
Looking at the pink paper hat, Dracula waved his hand in disdain.
"That's not necessary. I thought about it carefully and felt that I could actually have a hat."
Then, Dracula reached out to the door of the auditorium—
"Come here (Accio)!"
In a moment, a brand new looking brown leather peaked hat flew in from the door of the auditorium and landed directly in Dracula's hands.
Seeing the hat, Dumbledore was slightly startled, and then showed a helpless expression.
"Ah, don't let me know who it is. Flying from the eighth floor to the first floor, my fear of heights is about to act up!" The brand new brown pointed hat complained loudly, claiming that it would definitely report to the principal the wizard who had casually summoned it with a flying spell.
Then, it saw Dracula looking at it with a half-smile.
"Ahem, Lord Earl, it turns out to be you!" The Sorting Hat said embarrassedly, "What did I just say? Oh, yes, I meant that the man who could call me from the eighth floor of the castle to the first floor must have a very high level of magic. I must report the truth to the headmaster and let the headmaster give him important positions!"
"You react quite quickly." Dracula said playfully.
“Of course, I am a magic hat that integrates the wills of the four founders and has my own thoughts!” The body of the Sorting Hat tilted back, as if it was proudly raising its head.
Hearing the sound of the Sorting Hat, the other professors looked over.
"Is this the Sorting Hat?!" Professor Flitwick, who was standing next to Dracula, widened his eyes in shock. "Merlin's beard, how did it become so clean? I can't recognize it at all!"
"Has this hat been reincarnated? There's not even a patch on it?" Professor Kettleburn walked over with his crutches and his wooden leg, looking at the brand new Sorting Hat curiously.
"… "
Hearing the professors' shocked words, the Sorting Hat drooped again.
"Wow, those are the symbols of my vicissitudes of life. Now what's the difference between me and those ordinary hats..."
"Be quiet, hat." Dracula grabbed the tip of the Sorting Hat and pulled it up. "Christmas is here, but I didn't buy a Christmas hat, so I had to use you as a substitute."
"Wait, I'm a magic hat, how can you compare me with those ordinary Christmas hats?! And you can obviously create one yourself..." At this moment, the Sorting Hat saw the cold flames dancing on Dracula's fingers.
He changed the topic and said, "… But what I made myself is certainly not professional enough. It is my honor to be used as a Santa hat by you!"
Dracula then retracted the flame from his fingers, put on the Sorting Hat on his head, and integrated into the Christmas atmosphere.
Just then, the Sorting Hat began to murmur,
"Well, it's difficult. Very difficult. I see, there are enough ..."
"… What are you mumbling about?" Dracula interrupted the Sorting Hat and asked with a frown.
"Uh..." The Sorting Hat realized that this was not the Sorting site, but a Christmas party. "I'm sorry, Lord Earl. Occupational disease, occupational disease..."
Speaking of occupational diseases, Dracula suddenly became interested in what the Sorting Hat wanted to say.
"When you had your occupational illness just now, just read out to me which house you wanted to sort me into," he said to the Sorting Hat. "I want to see which founder's ideas are most similar to mine."
"This... This is not good." The Sorting Hat said embarrassedly.
"It's okay, just say it, you can say whatever you want." Dracula comforted.
"Oh well."
The Sorting Hat took a deep breath, brewing the emotions deep in the brim, and then shouted out loudly -
"Azkaban!"
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