Chapter 46 - 46 Branch cap: Azkaban!

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 Branch cap: Azkaban!

Unlike the Halloween feast, the most lavish Christmas feast begins at noon.

Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall, stunned by the spectacular scene of the Christmas feast—

The tables were laid with a hundred plump roast turkeys, mounds of roasted meat and boiled potatoes, large platters of delicious sausages, bowls of peas mixed with butter, and dishes of rich, thick gravy and cranberry sauce...

Every few steps along the table, there were large piles of wizarding crackers and fireworks stacked at the edges of the tables.

Fred and George were playing with the crackers. With a "bang," a cannon-like explosion filled the air, and a cloud of blue smoke engulfed the twins. They laughed joyfully, clearly enjoying themselves.

Harry and Ron could vaguely hear one of the twins talking about their great ambition in the future—to create a firework that could engulf the entire Hogwarts Castle.

Harry looked past the blue smoke created by Fred and George and gazed up at the professors' table. He saw Dumbledore, sitting at the head of the table, had turned his pointed wizard hat into a flower-adorned bonnet, and Professor Flitwick had just told him a joke, making him laugh heartily.

Meanwhile, Dracula was shaking his wine glass, looking at Harry and Ron with a somewhat sinister expression.

"Ron, why do I feel like Professor Dracula is looking at us strangely?" Harry, feeling uneasy under Dracula's gaze, whispered to Ron, who was munching on a chicken leg.

Ron, still chewing, mumbled, "It's nothing. It must be that Professor really likes the gift we gave him and wants to thank us."

After hearing Ron's words, Harry looked back at Dracula with suspicion and found that he had already shifted his gaze.

"Maybe you're right," Harry nodded and picked up a chicken leg.

...

"Professor Dracula, why aren't you wearing a Christmas hat?"

At the professors' table at the front of the hall, Dumbledore, wearing a flower-adorned bonnet, smiled at Dracula.

Professor McGonagall also nodded in agreement, her tall black hat swaying slightly with her movements.

"No, I'm not interested in Christmas," Dracula shrugged, focusing his attention on a bowl of bright red pudding in front of him.

Hearing the professors' shocked remarks, the Sorting Hat's brim drooped again.

"Woe is me, those were symbols of my years of hardship. Now I am no different from those ordinary hats..."

"Quiet down, hat," Dracula said, grabbing the tip of the Sorting Hat and lifting it up. "It's Christmas, and since I didn't buy a Christmas hat, I'll use you as a substitute."

"Wait, I'm a magical hat! How can you compare me to those ordinary Christmas hats?! And you could clearly make one yourself..." At this moment, the Sorting Hat noticed the cold flames flickering on Dracula's finger.

It changed its tune: "...But of course, a self-made hat is not as professional. It's an honor to be used as a Christmas hat by you!"

Dracula then extinguished the flames on his finger and placed the Sorting Hat on his head, blending into the Christmas atmosphere.

At that moment, the Sorting Hat began mumbling,

"Hmm, very difficult, very challenging. I see, there's enough..."

"...What are you mumbling about?" Dracula interrupted the Sorting Hat's remarks, frowning.

"Uh..." The Sorting Hat realized this wasn't the Sorting Ceremony but a Christmas feast. "Sorry, Your Grace. Occupational hazard, occupational hazard..."

Thinking about the occupational hazard issue, Dracula suddenly became interested in what the Sorting Hat wanted to say.

"When you had an occupational hazard just now, which house did you want to sort me into? Just read it out loud for me," he said to the Sorting Hat. "I'd like to see which founder's thoughts align most closely with mine."

"Well... that might not be appropriate," the Sorting Hat said awkwardly.

"It's fine, just say it. Whatever you want to say," Dracula reassured.

"Alright then."

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath, gathered its emotions from deep within its brim, and then shouted loudly—

"Azkaban!"