By the shore of the Black Lake, the wind sounded bleak and cold.
"Good. No one followed us. Let's begin." The Gryffindor seventh-year shivered in the snow and furtively looked around.
"Everyone check yourselves and make sure no one brought a camera." A certain Head Boy, who preferred not to be named, sternly swept his gaze over the crowd.
The upper-year wizards looked at one another, their expressions tragic, yet also carrying a strange hint of excitement.
"All right, good energy. Strip!"
A moment later, a fresh new batch of British hooligans rolled off the production line.
"No, this won't work. It's so cold. It shrank back in, and I can't find my thing." "This is so embarrassing!" "Skyl, why don't we forget it? Can we change the punishment to something else?"
The transfer student revealed a kind smile and said, "Oh, don't worry, brothers. I happen to know a spell that's guaranteed to help you escape this predicament. Learn from me. Take out your wands…"
Skyl taught them an advanced version of [Lumos], applying spell-transfiguration techniques so that a ball of light, like a mass of glowing fluorescence, could cover the surface of the body. Not only could it preserve modesty, it also provided warmth.
Following his instructions, everyone pressed the soft holy light against their bodies. The light was bright but not dazzling, and it perfectly blocked every detail, almost like clothing woven from sunlight by the god of magic. The only flaw was that the light source was a bit too small and could not cover the whole body, so they had no choice but to attach it to the vital area.
"Wow, you really are something, Skyl!" "My thing is glowing!" "It's actually warm. My whole body feels heated."
The hooligans by the lakeside became a group of warriors of light. Bare-chested, legs apart, they had a ring of holy light shining from their Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannons. If before they had only been a little perverted, then now even real perverts would have felt ashamed of their own inadequacy.
"That's enough. Let's hurry up and finish this lap. Stop embarrassing yourselves outside. If we drag this out any longer, someone might come over." Percy hastily urged them. Before he even finished speaking, someone had already jumped the start.
On the second floor of the White Tower, Professor McGonagall tiredly lowered her wand and said to the newcomer, "Let's take a break, Mr. Harker."
Professor Gellert, wearing an apron, walked up from the spiral staircase on the first floor, with a double-sided serving cart floating behind him. "Would anyone like some late-night snacks? Fresh filet mignon, egg toast, fried chicken drumsticks…"
James walked forward carelessly and inspected the serving cart. For him, this meal technically could not count as a midnight snack, but more like brunch. After all, work in the White Tower turned day and night upside down.
"Thank you for your hard work. Please give me… no, I'll do it myself." James picked several items and placed them on a silver plate. He saw a large bowl of red liquid on the lower shelf of the cart and asked, "Is that cranberry juice in the bowl?"
"You could say that." The vampire professor revealed a mysterious smile and did not stop James from ladling a big spoonful of the red liquid onto his plate.
James dipped the golden, crispy fried chicken drumstick in the cranberry juice, but after one bite, he immediately spat it out.
Snape, who was standing nearby, gave a sardonic snort.
"That is not juice. It is beast blood," the old bat reminded him with obvious schadenfreude.
"Why would you prepare blood?!" James looked pained and started dry-heaving.
"Because Professor Gellert is a vampire." Dumbledore looked perfectly relaxed as he happily devoured a plate of tomato pasta.
"Huh?!"
"Don't make such a fuss. Albus even dared to take in a werewolf."
"That's true." James smiled. That werewolf was a good friend of his, though he was still a little worried. "Professor Gellert won't go mad and lose control, will he? Every full moon, werewolves lose control and bite people."
Snape's expression darkened. Back when he was still a student, he had almost been attacked and killed by a werewolf.
"Did no one teach you about vampire habits when you were at school?" the old bat said sarcastically.
Grindelwald said kindly, "I only need to replenish a little blood occasionally. Most of the time, my diet is no different from an ordinary person's. Don't worry about me biting you, unless you also wish to gain the power of a vampire."
James quickly shook his head.
Professor McGonagall stood by the window, looking out at the night sky over Hogwarts and relaxing her numb nerves. At that moment, she suddenly saw a cluster of moving lights on the dark snowy ground.
"Come and look. What are those glowing things?"
"Huh. Are those fireflies? No, that can't be right. It's the middle of winter. Could they be magical creatures that ran out of the Forbidden Forest?" Hagrid scratched his head, completely baffled.
"I'm afraid the students are behind it." Professor McGonagall frowned. "I'll go take a look."
"We might as well go together."
The professors mounted their brooms and rushed out of the White Tower. At the same time, a large number of students in the main castle were also hurrying toward the Black Lake.
Many of them were shouting, "What's glowing over there?"
The Gryffindors by the lake looked panicked.
"Damn it, someone's coming! Cancel the Lumos!"
"We can't! If we cancel it, won't we all be exposed?"
"Hurry up and think of something, Percy!"
"Don't shout my name, you bastard!" The male Head Boy, who preferred not to be named, looked utterly broken. He stared into the distance at the large crowd of wizards surging over from the main castle and vaguely saw his date, Penelope. If she saw what he was doing, then this beautiful young romance could be sentenced to death on the spot.
"I've got it! Use the spell to cover our faces!" one rather thick-headed wizard suggested.
"Genius!" "Nothing can stump him!" "Let's do that!"
And so, these Gryffindor geniuses stuck that lump of light onto their heads. This way, others really could not see their faces. The problem was that they also could not maintain two masses of light at the same time. There was a saying about covering your head but not your rear, and it was extremely fitting right now.
By the lakeside, Skyl was laughing so hard he had sat down on the ground.
Students from all four Houses and all seven years had run over to watch the show. A witch shouted, "There are flashers!"
The crowd instantly became furious, and everyone unleashed all the fighting skills they had trained in the Duelling Club.
Spells flew everywhere, sending the unlucky fools scrambling in chaos.
Skyl secretly lent a hand. He chewed a piece of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, blew enormous bubbles, and transformed them into vivid portraits that could walk and jump. They were so lifelike and animated, they resembled the bubbles SpongeBob blew.
"Switch places!" he quietly called.
In an instant, all the bubbles switched positions with the Gryffindor upper-years.
"Skyl! You got us into such a mess!" the group of geniuses all complained.
The transfer student smiled. "Hurry up and put on your clothes. Then we'll blend into the crowd. That way, we can clear ourselves of suspicion."
The others hurriedly changed back into their wizard robes. Hogwarts was united as one, determined to strike down the flasher wizards strolling around in the middle of the night. After chasing them for ages, they finally discovered that the group of perverts were actually just human-shaped bubbles enchanted with magic. It had all been a false alarm.
The professors arrived on their brooms. After learning that someone had played a prank by the Black Lake, they angrily ordered everyone to return to the castle and immediately enforced curfew.
Skyl and the wizards responsible hooked their arms over one another's shoulders and leisurely returned to the common room.
Someone sighed and said, "That was the most unforgettable experience of my life. Merlin's beard, even though we haven't graduated yet, I already miss tonight. We won't get many chances to go this wild after this."
"Then shall we make another bet next time?" Skyl asked with a smile.
"No!" "We now acknowledge that you're a real Diviner." "From now on, if anyone says your predictions aren't accurate, I'll hit them with a hex!" Everyone loudly rejected the transfer student's suggestion.
Having finally wiped away his past shame, Skyl revealed a satisfied expression.
"Good night, friends."
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