When Maka came out of the forbidden forest, he found that he was indeed late.

Probably because there are many guests in Hogwarts this year, or because the selection of warriors for the top three competition will be announced later, this Halloween dinner seems to be longer than in previous years.

In order to make this Halloween party more grand, Dumbledore even invited the phantom opera, a famous ghost dance company in the magic world, to cheer everyone up.

When Maka came quietly to the side hall of the side door, a chaotic sound of complaint immediately came to his face. He had to comfort all the guys he had invited in person before he could explain.

He explained in detail what had been ordered in advance, agreed on the code, then bypassed the corridor and returned to the main door of the auditorium.

It is worth mentioning that before he went in, he specially changed into a beautiful and fussy Dark Blue Tuxedo, took out a small bottle and sprinkled something on his body

At the moment, the students in the auditorium are a little absent-minded.

They don't seem to like those well prepared and rich dishes as usual. Everyone is constantly looking at them, and every face shows an anxious look.

Almost everyone was restless and had to stand up from time to time to see if Dumbledore had finished.

The performance of the ghost dance group is very wonderful. Those ghosts were excellent dancers before they died; The wizard who plays the piano disguised as a skeleton is a very popular wizard pianist on weekdays.

However, all this did not attract the little wizards at all. They were all looking forward to the end of the party.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a handsome boy in a tuxedo came in. He walked like the wind, passing between the two long tables with a smile.

Where he passed, a dark blue flame like his dress was flying everywhere. Those flames, like ghost fire, soon filled the sky of the auditorium, turning the whole space into a cold color of evil spirits.

In the exclamation of a group of students in the three magic colleges, he took out his wand and waved it. A large number of blue flames suddenly flashed on his body. He flew up with him, passed silently among the dancing ghosts, and accurately landed next to the piano in the center of the stage.

"Is that... McLean?"

After the initial surprise, the students under the stage quickly recognized Maka, and some students even clapped happily.

"Excuse me, can I play a song, too?"

The pianist was also surprised by the way he appeared, but then he nodded and gave the piano to Marca.

Maka turned around, gracefully saluted everyone, and then said, "I know that everyone is constantly looking forward to the candidates for the top three warriors to be announced later. To be honest, I am also looking forward to it... But I don't think we should make it a reason for us to miss this year's Halloween party."

"I've prepared a program for you. I hope you can enjoy this very special Halloween night where the elites of the three schools gather!"

"I dare say that most of us may not meet again on such a special Halloween night!"

After that, he sat down in front of the piano, tapped the stool with the tip of his stick to adjust the height, knocked the piano again, then put down his magic wand and dropped his hands towards the keys of the piano.

When Maka's right hand slides all the way from the midrange to the high range and the left bass chord keeps up, a clear melody is immediately whirled in the auditorium.

It seems that because of some magic, every sound of the piano seems to contain some hazy emotion, which makes people can't help being attracted.

The piano continues, and the jumping sound of the piano, accompanied by magic, composes a deep and treacherous flexibility. The melody floats and fluctuates with the ghost fire in the auditorium, revealing the atmosphere of Halloween.

Just when the strange melody made everyone feel inexplicably uneasy, an unexpected strong chord fell again. Maka picked up the wand in his right hand and waved it quickly. He seemed to spontaneous combustion, and the blue flame rose on his tuxedo.

At the same time, in the direction of the side hall, a group of ghosts riding horses suddenly entered through the wall. They held their heads in their hands and galloped freely in the auditorium with horse hoofs dancing.

That's a member of the headless hunters!

In the middle of the stage, with the steps of headless ghosts, Maka's fingers beat frequently on the keys, and a mysterious dance music was played.

As the melody jumps more and more, Maka's actions become bigger and bigger, and the blue flame on his body keeps flying. When everyone was intoxicated with the collision between music and magic, the last sound of the dance stopped suddenly.

Maka stood up and waved her wand again. All the blue flames in the auditorium, including him, burst open and turned into scattered sparks.

The light in the auditorium returned to the original warm color, and the students who came back in a trance stood up with excitement, and even the teachers couldn't help clapping for the wonderful performance.

"Happy Halloween!" makaron said. "It doesn't matter whether I'm a student of Hogwarts or a student of demstrom! I just want to say one thing: those who used to be my friends will always be friends!"

The students cheered, and many people were responding to Maka's words. For a moment, the atmosphere reached its peak.

With everyone's applause, Maka returned to Ravenclaw's long table and calmly sat next to Luna.

"Great performance." Luna nodded at him, but her eyes fell on his tuxedo. "This dress is very interesting..."

Marca shrugged and said, "you went to ask Ms. gray for the headless hunters. You also owe it."

Just then, Maka pulled the corners of her mouth and scratched her head hard. Because he found that the golden plates on the long table were clean again - the party was over.

"I missed the most important thing..." he sighed. "It seems that I have to go to the kitchen to find something to eat in the evening."

While he whispered, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium became silent again.

Professor Orson and Mrs. Maxim on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else. Ludo bagman smiled and winked at the students in various schools, while Mr. crouch looked bored.

"Well, the goblet is about to make a decision," said Dumbledore. "I guess it will take another three minutes. Listen, after the warrior's name is announced, I want them to go to the top of the auditorium, walk along the teaching desk and enter the next room -" he pointed to the door behind the teaching desk. "They will get preliminary guidance there."

"Of course, before that, the jury has to announce one thing," Dumbledore said, looking around. The members of the jury sitting on both sides nodded at him, "As for Mr. Marca McLean, who has passed the age limit by strength, the jury decided after discussion that we will approve his registration process and wait for the choice of the goblet with other students."

The jury's decision surprised everyone, but the reaction was not as fierce as expected. Whether it was for or against, they just discussed with each other - we all remember Maka's wonderful performance just now. It can be said that he has won the favor of many people just now.

Having said that, Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it sharply.

Suddenly, all the candles except those in the pumpkin lantern went out, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a half light and half dark state.

The Goblet of fire now emits a dazzling light, brighter than anything in the whole auditorium, and the blue and white flame with sparks is almost dazzling.

Everyone watched and waited... Several people kept raising their wrists and looking at their watches

"Soon," a student whispered.

Before long, the flame in the goblet suddenly turned red, and crackling sparks splashed out. Then, a flame leaped into the air, and a piece of parchment with charred edges flew out of it - all the people in the auditorium held their breath.

Dumbledore caught the parchment and held it far away so that he could see the words on it in the light of the flame. At this time, the flame returned to blue and white.

"The warrior of busbarton," said Dumbledore, "Furong Delacour!"

"It's her, Ron!" cried Harry, and saw the beautiful girl of the beautiful baby half blood stand up gracefully, shake her silver hair, and walk lightly between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's tables.

"Oh, look, they're all disappointed," said Hermione amid the noise, nodding to the other representatives of busbarton.

Harry thought the word "disappointment" was too light. The two girls who had not been selected burst into tears, buried their heads in their arms and cried bitterly.

Furong Dracula turned right, walked along the teaching desk, and entered the next room through the door.

The applause and conversation gradually subsided. Now everyone's attention focused on the goblet again. A few seconds later, the flame turned red again. The second parchment jumped out of the cup driven by the flame.

"Demstrom's warrior," Dumbledore said, as if hesitating. He looked up and looked around, and then said, "it's Marca McLean."

To be honest, no one was surprised by the answer - even Krum just sighed and easily accepted the result.

He knew very well that he could not compare with such a monster.

Maka stood up calmly. After nodding to everyone, she also walked into the next room.

Immediately, the auditorium was quiet again. In this silence, there was a strong excitement that could almost be tasted.

Next, it's Hogwarts's turn