Leaving aside the miserable fate awaiting Harry and Ron—
The Halloween Eve feast in the Great Hall began soon after.
The hall was brilliantly decorated, candles flickering in the air, casting warm golden halos over the long tables. Golden plates gleamed under the light, making the food look even more tempting.
Just as the students were about to dig in—
A faint, ethereal singing voice suddenly echoed through the hall, silencing all chatter.
The entire hall fell quiet.
Everyone looked around, searching for the source.
Then—
Mist spread across the floor.
A row of extravagantly dressed skeletons rose from beneath the ground, moving in exaggerated, theatrical motions in time with the music.
Several timid young witches screamed at the sudden appearance—
But quickly realized this was a performance troupe.
Dumbledore had indeed invited a skeleton dance group.
Among the skeletons, a platform rose, and atop it stood a female-styled skeleton.
The singing came from her.
Though as she sang, her empty jaw clattered open and shut, creating an oddly comical effect.
The eerie singing, combined with stiff, mechanical dancing—
Created a strange, unsettling kind of festivity.
Unfortunately, most of the students weren't very interested.
The performance felt slow… dull…
Some were already starting to zone out—
When suddenly—
The music shifted.
The gloomy melody flipped completely, transforming into something fast and rhythmic.
The lyrics changed as well—
From something ancient and obscure—
To something fresh.
"Its_close_to_midnight."
"Something_evils_lurking_in_the_dark."
At the same time, the skeleton dancers' movements became lively.
Still stiff—
Still mechanical—
But now filled with rhythm.
The students snapped awake.
Eyes widened.
Some older Muggle-born students blinked in recognition.
"I think I've heard this before…"
At the staff table, Dumbledore frowned slightly.
"I don't recall requesting this song… what was it called again? It's quite catchy."
Then—
He noticed Lewis.
At the Ravenclaw table, Lewis was casually waving his wand, conducting the skeleton troupe like an orchestra.
Dumbledore relaxed immediately.
At least the disturbance was caused by one of his students—
Not something more dangerous.
At the table, Lewis continued directing the performance.
Using necromancy spells like Animate Dead, combined with Magic Mouth and Ghost Sound—
He had taken full control of the skeleton dancers.
They moved in perfect synchronization with the beat.
Step.
Twist.
Turn.
Pivot.
Snap.
Their stiff movements somehow carried a strange, infectious groove.
Soon—
Some students started mimicking them.
The skeleton singer raised her voice:
"Cause_this_is_thriller_thriller_night."
"And_no_ones_gonna_save_you."
"From_the_beast_about_to_strike."
The energy spread.
Students began clapping along—
Even singing.
What had been a dull performance—
Turned into a full-blown disco.
Ten minutes later—
The music ended.
But the excitement didn't.
Students banged their forks against plates, whistled, clapped, and cheered loudly.
The skeleton troupe bowed—
Then sank back into the floor.
Thunderous applause filled the hall.
Many Ravenclaw students directed their cheers toward Lewis.
They had figured it out.
He was behind it.
"Magnificent music!" Dumbledore appeared at the center of the hall, dabbing at imaginary tears. "Thank you to the skeleton troupe—and to Mr. Green for this wonderful performance."
The applause grew even louder.
Students began to see Lewis differently.
Not just a top student—
But someone genuinely cool.
Lewis accepted the praise with a faint smile.
At this rate, he could probably dominate the magical entertainment industry after graduation.
"Well then—let the feast begin!"
With spirits high, the Halloween banquet officially started.
Everyone ate their fill.
As Lewis enjoyed dessert afterward, he couldn't help but think of Harry and Ron.
Right now—
They were probably staring at a table of rotten, moldy ghost food.
Gnawing on black bread just to survive.
But soon—
Their night would get even worse.
After the feast, Lewis followed the crowd out of the Great Hall and onto the staircase.
Suddenly—
The lively chatter stopped.
Students ahead froze.
Something was wrong.
Between two windows, about a foot above the ground—
Words had been written on the wall.
They shimmered under the torchlight.
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir… beware.
Beneath the message—
Hung Mrs. Norris.
Filch's beloved cat.
Her body was stiff as a board, dangling by her tail from a torch bracket.
Her eyes were wide open—
Staring.
Unblinking.
On the floor—
A puddle of water.
And nearby—
Harry and Ron stood alone.
Pale.
Panicked.
Which only made them look more guilty.
"It wasn't me—"
Harry started desperately—
But before he could finish—
Malfoy pushed through the crowd.
His pale face flushed red, eyes gleaming with excitement.
He read the message—
Then scanned the students—
Until his gaze landed on Hermione.
That Muggle-born girl who had humiliated him.
"Enemies of the Heir—beware! You're next, Mud—"
Suddenly—
He stopped.
His voice cut off.
His body shrank.
No—
The world grew larger.
He looked at his hands—
Greenish-brown.
Slimy.
Webbed.
He had been turned into a toad.
Lewis stepped forward from the crowd, calmly picking him up.
Malfoy's two lackeys rushed forward—
But before they could act—
They slipped.
A layer of grease had appeared beneath their feet, sending them crashing down.
Just like last time.
They really never learned.
Lewis looked at the trembling toad and let out a cold chuckle.
"Relax. I'm not going to kill you."
"I'm just curious—who gave you the courage to say that word in front of me again?"
The toad croaked desperately, trying to explain.
Lewis tilted his head slightly.
"I can still understand you."
He shook his head.
"Your useless father can't protect you here. Even if he's on the school board."
He raised his wand and lightly tapped the toad's belly.
"Let this be the last time I hear that word from you."
"Otherwise…"
"You can stay like this forever."
With a flick—
Malfoy reverted to human form.
He let out a terrified scream—
Grabbed his friends—
And ran.
At that moment—
Footsteps echoed from behind.
The professors had arrived.
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