It's so cool to bully the strongest man in the era of law-ending.

What kind of experience is this?

This inexplicable feeling seems to be the same as when I went to an unexplored Earth-like planet to fool the natives.

It's like some inner mechanism has been satisfied.

Being invincible made Xingke feel full.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Strength comes from one's own learning, magic power comes from the accumulation of life span day by day, and immortality is inherent in one's birth.

Although there are some bugs in the settings, it is not cheating.

So there's really nothing wrong with that.

But that's all.

Although the invincibility of individual power is the first definite experience, similar crushing with the help of technological power has been experienced countless times a long time ago.

After all, it would be really boring if I didn't experience something in that long life.

And regardless of good or evil, time takes away all those who hate you and those who love you.

In a hundred thousand years, nothing you have done will matter.

Why should you care?

"Life is really lonely as snow. Isn't it, Draco?" Xingke asked Malfoy Draco again while chewing a piece of ribs.

"Even if you say that, there's nothing I can do to help you." Draco said with a look of embarrassment that he was in a dilemma.

"Oh, I think so. After all, Draco, you have been a loser since you were a child."

"Are you... here to cause trouble? Please go back to the Ravenclaw table, Geese!" Draco instantly got angry.

"Hey...this is a rare Halloween, why don't we have a chat together?"

"No, I can't understand what you're talking about from now on, Geese! And please don't call me useless. I'm very good, but you are too good, okay?" Drake said that since he came to Hohenheim,

, after gaining a broad view, I have discovered the fact that I am actually very good. The previous psychological shadow gradually dissipated a lot.

"Haha, don't be like this, let's put the wand down, okay, so we can talk to you if you have anything to say."

Helpless, Xingji had no choice but to give up.

He stood up, picked up his dinner plate meaningfully, and said the next sentence to Draco as if he was relieved:

"I'm relieved to hear you call me Geese again, instead of little Cavendish. Happy Halloween, Draco."

Drake grew up watching him. Because of his relationship and his father's miseducation, Drake went astray day by day. So Xingke was actually very embarrassed.

But it seems that Drake is also a strong kid.

Being able to gradually step out of his father's shadow in Hohenheim fully illustrates this point.

He gave up and continued teasing Mr. Drake. But Xingxing didn’t want to go back to the Ravenclaw dining table, which was simply the hunting ground of the chatty devil—Illya.

That chatty little girl had almost made friends with most of her classmates in Ravenclaw within half a year of starting school. It seemed that she also had contact with outstanding performers from other colleges or senior classes.

Are you a social butterfly somewhere? This girl is no ordinary person.

It's better to be careful. If you are close to socializing without any evil intentions, you may not be able to bear it.

Xingkou quietly cleared away the meat on the plate, and silently exited the joyful banquet restaurant.

Today is Halloween. On this night when the ghosts in Western culture return to the human world, people have developed the holiday custom of cheering with the monsters. I have to say that my heart is really big.

Maybe Halloween is a holiday created by wizards?

After all, most ghost stories originate from careless wizards.

If you think about it this way, it is becoming more and more likely. According to ordinary people’s records, the origin of Halloween is the Celtic people, the ancestors of the British people. Speaking of the symbols of Halloween, witches, black cats, skeletons, and horned devils are in Hohenheim. You can see it everywhere, right?

Mrs. Lorris's graceful steps are simply a model for all black cats.

Half of the people in Hohenheim are witches.

There are a lot of skeletons in any potion laboratory. Bone meal is not only rich in magic power, but it is also one of the sources of calcium carbonate in ancient times.

The most prominent jack-o'-lantern is not commonly seen on campus, but there are quite a few of Hohenheim, the legendary owner of the jack-o'-lantern and a member of the same race as Ghost Jack.

Walking in the deserted corridors, the silent corridors echoed with the footsteps of stars. The slightly scary scene was more suitable for Halloween, the original ghost festival, than the banquet hall.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I could vaguely hear the girl crying, and as I moved forward, the crying became more and more clearly audible.

Okay, I’m sure it’s not an illusion. There was a poor girl crying alone in the bathroom on this Halloween night when everyone was having a party. It was really desolate.

Maybe he was ostracized by everyone?

Even Myrtle, who is famous for crying, saw her at the party just now.

Who could be so tragic?

Alas, no, it seems that I also came out alone. Although the nature is different.

"Jack-O-Lantern"

"Soul Possession Ytelidazi"

Following the successful casting of the spell, a funny version of Jack's O'Lantern with a giant pumpkin head appeared.

Xing Ke's body fell in a corner by the wall.

Now the star has become the giant jack-o'-lantern ghost floating in the sky in my consciousness.

Turning happily in the air, Jack-O-Lantern plunged into the girls' bathroom, and soon found the source of the crying in a cubicle. He shouted hello with an old voice:

"(????)??Hi, the little girl crying over there. Are you okay?"

The crying stopped suddenly, probably because she was shocked by the scene in front of her. The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she raised her head and froze.

"What is your name? Why are you crying on this pleasant night? Please tell this almighty pumpkin head - Master Jack! I will help you."

"Hmm...well...who are you and why are you here?"

"Haha, that's a stupid question. Little girl, look at how I'm dressed up. I'm the Halloween elf, everyone's lovely gentleman - Mr. Jack!"

While saying the funny words, "Mr. Jack" turned around in mid-air and continued:

"As for why we are here, of course it's because Mr. Jack, who comes to Hohenheim's Halloween party every year, is late. Hehe."

The little witch in front of her seemed to have sorted out her mood, and once again showed a strong and unyielding face.

But this face combined with the dried tears is really distressing.

"Then you have to hurry up, the party is going out and turn left."

The little brown-haired witch walked out of the cubicle and began to chase people away stubbornly.

"Hey, at least tell me your name, sweet little girl, and I can fulfill any of your wishes."

Xingke also learned some special skills after staying with Illya for a long time.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Hermione said that this giant pumpkin-headed glowing ghost was really annoying and made him see her lose her temper.

"Okay, little Hermione, do you have any wishes? As the wish-making elf of Halloween, Mr. Jack said that he can fulfill any of your wishes. Don't worry, Mr. Jack will protect all your secrets, and Mr. Jack will leave here after tonight.

"

When Hermione heard what Jack said, she breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it was true or not, she had received a promise.

"Why do you have to fulfill my wish? I have nothing to exchange."

"No, no, wishes are free. This is the reward that every good kid deserves on Halloween."

"Well, I want a friend who can understand me, okay?"

Now that there was nothing to be ashamed of, Hermione gave up on herself and made an impossible wish like the funny pumpkin head in front of her.

"Well, that's good. So our cute little Hermione was ostracized by her classmates? It doesn't matter. I will fulfill your wish. Now you have a friend who can understand you."

"Are you kidding? Jack. The wish did not come true. There are only two of us here."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and after checking her surroundings, she said angrily as if she had been deceived.

"Me, that's me? A friend who really understands you. Don't you want to be friends with the lovely Mr. Jack? Little Hermione."

Jack looked pitiful.

"Uh... no, Mr. Jack just met me today. Do you really think he understands me?"

Hermione looked a little embarrassed.

"Of course, Mr. Jack is a close friend of all lovely children."

"Then do you think it's wrong to study seriously?"

"No, those who don't take the initiative to study and complain about poor grades are all idiots."

"Then do you think it's wrong to take the initiative to answer questions in class?"
To be continued...