Return of Salazar Slytherin

After encountering the first setback in his life, Malfoy's arrogance became much more restrained. He even spoke less frequently in the auditorium, let alone took the initiative to trouble Harry and Rhys.

He didn't take the initiative to provoke Rhys and didn't look for trouble with Ron either, and the campus life at Hogwarts suddenly became calm and harmonious.

Taking classes, reading, and teaching while enjoying delicious food and desserts became Rhys' daily life at Hogwarts.

His life is sorted now. He skips classes on Mondays, attends professors' classes from Tuesday to Friday to learn more about the modern magical world, and teaches Daphne magic on Saturdays and Sundays.

Although he was enjoying life, Rhys did not lie down doing nothing. He did two major things: First, he cleaned the corridor outside the secret chamber. Second, he added a seal in the sealed area of ​​​​the dungeon to prevent any monster from actually breaking through the seal and running out.

Adding a new seal is a helpless compromise, similar to knowing that the bottom of the ship is leaking, but due to limited conditions, we can only add a watertight door to the bilge.

Anyway, it's better than doing nothing.

"Your talent amazes me." Looking at the feathers floating in mid-air, Rhys couldn't help but praise his deskmate.

Today Professor Flitwick taught the levitation charm to the little wizards. This is a magical spell that can make objects levitate through specific gestures. The spell can drive everything from feathers to human bodies to float.

But Rhys dared to bet with all his honor that Daphne did not rely on this spell to make the feather in front of her float. "You didn't even listen to the incantation, did you?"

"That's not it, I know the incantation - Wind Garden Sephosa!" Daphne muttered a spell while playing with the feathers in the air.

Rhys: "…"

"I'm begging you, please keep your voice down. Even if you can't remember the pronunciation, at least remember the spells correctly!" He said in a dumbfounded voice: "It's Wingardium Leviosa."

Daphne: "Just tell me whether the feathers are floating or not?"

Rhys felt that Daphne seemed to have been led astray by him. She had stronger shadows of ancient wizards than modern wizards.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick didn't notice Daphne's version of the levitating spell, otherwise it would have been so much fun.

"Modern magic still needs to be learned. Only by reflecting each other can we gain more." Rhys advised her.

"Oh." Daphne nodded, not sure if she heard it.

"By the way," after getting tired of playing with feathers with her mana control, Daphne changed the subject, "I've almost mastered the attack magic you taught me. What are you going to teach me next?"

After learning flying magic and defensive magic, Daphne learned a powerful attack spell from Rhys. In the Middle Ages, a wizard of her level could already be used as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

"You have learned a lot," Rhys rubbed his chin twice, "It seems it's time to arrange a practical examination for you. A wizard who has not experienced actual combat is just a potted plant in a flower pot."

During the teaching process, Rhys once made the snake-shaped sculpture in the secret room move and act as a target for Daphne, but this obviously did not belong to the category of actual combat.

'Should this child go to the Forbidden Forest or go to the dungeon to experience it?' Rhys was a little confused. Going to the Forbidden Forest is a waste of time because as long as you don't go deep into the Forbidden Forest, the risk is not high. On the other hand, the sealed area of ​​the dungeon is too uncertain. If you are not lucky, you may encounter dark creatures that are too powerful as soon as you enter.

When she heard that she was going to participate in actual combat, Daphne showed an expression of eagerness to try. She also wanted to know what her current strength was.

"Don't worry, let me think about it carefully."

This consideration started from Tuesday to Halloween.

After the flying lesson, Rhys sniffed his nose when he returned to the castle. He smelled the sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin.

"What a tempting aroma!" He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The aroma of roasted pumpkins reminded him that Halloween was coming.

"Do you know the origin of Halloween?" Rhys asked a question without thinking much.

Daphne, who was following him, was stunned for a moment. She really hadn't thought about this issue deeply. She only knew that Halloween was a holiday for wizards and witches. On Halloween, her father would light jack-o-lanterns at home and prepare a sumptuous dinner and gifts for her and her sister.

Rhys looked around and saw the clear stupidity in the eyes of the students around him. It seemed that no one else knew the origin of Halloween.

"This is a Celtic festival." Rhys patiently told the students about the original appearance of Halloween.

In the beginning, the Celts celebrated the harvest with celebrations on New Year's Eve, both for the living and the dead. On New Year's Eve, under the influence of celestial phenomena, the boundaries between the underworld and the human world will become blurred, and the souls of the deceased will return to the human world.

Therefore, the Celts would light bonfires and lights and celebrate all night to drive away evil spirits and spend time with their loved ones. After being reunited with their relatives for the night, the souls would return to the underworld at dawn.

This festival did not disappear with the demise of the Celts. The Roman Empire and the Christian Church later inherited this tradition. It was not until the boundaries between the human world and the underworld were artificially drawn that Halloween gradually changed beyond recognition and became a " Trick or Treat" entertainment festival.

The underworld mentioned by Rhys aroused the interest of the students. They chattered about whether the underworld existed, but Rhys, the instigator of the topic, returned to silence, huddled aside, and smiled.

Halloween became what it is now due to various hardships, and the four of them also made a small and insignificant contribution back then. 

The Halloween dinner at Hogwarts did not disappoint Rhys. The entire auditorium was decorated with a very atmospheric feel. Thousands of bats were flapping their wings on the walls and ceilings. Thousands of dark clouds were hovering above the dining table. The wind brought pumpkins into the air. The flames of the candles in the lamps flickered, giving the auditorium a somewhat less scary and gloomy atmosphere.

As for the food, it was as good as ever, and Rhys was desensitized to it.

Just as Rhys picked up a bowl of sweet coconut milk corn, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the hall with a look of horror on his face. He stumbled to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned on the table, and gasped: "Troll -- in the dungeons -- thought you ought to know"

After yelling that loudly, he fell to the floor and passed out.

Troll?

Everyone heard it, and the hall suddenly became a mess. Professor Dumbledore had to use a spell to make several piercing fireworks explosions before everyone fell silent.

"Prefects," he said in a low voice, "lead the students from your houses to their respective dormitories immediately."

Well-trained prefects immediately organized the evacuation of students from the hall to their common rooms.

Listening to the noisy sounds, Rhys raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm~ What a great timing!"

Regardless of how the giant monster came in, he smelled a great scent of experience.

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