Hogwarts Feast Novels & Stories

What would Sargis think if he ever found out? Across the table, I could feel the weight of glances. Not all were hostile, but many were calculating. One girl, the fae noble in the chocolate gown, offered a tiny smile. I returned it stiffly, unsure if it was kindness or pity. One of the Council members, a woman with silver-plated cuffs and a mask shaped like an owl, tapped her spoon lightly against her glass. "Let's all feast," she instructed. "Then we will begin." The servants moved in silently. Dishes were uncovered, and plates were served with artful arrangements of food. I stared at mine, roasted duck glazed with honeyed rosemary, root vegetables carved into petals, and some kind of berry

He didn't ask any further questions and simply followed the man to the location of the feast. Viktor and the man soon arrived at the feast. When Victor witnessed what The Lost Werewolves had done, his eyes widened. There was a huge table with plenty of food. Vegetables, fruits, and a wild boar are available. The lighting from the torches illuminates the surroundings, and the waterfalls add to the grandeur of the setting. "Come on in, Prince Viktor. Let's have a good time tonight!" Joshua joked that he hadn't realized he was getting close.

The same Hayden that could barely talk to anyone for more than 5 minutes. They placed their clothes in the common wardrobe side by side and also their shoes. Tracey looked at her phone longingly she had placed several calls to a certain someone named Felix but he had ignored them and even turned off his phone after receiving the third and realized she didn’t need anything important The bell rang signifying it was time for Dinner. Lola marvelled at the sight of the cafeteria. It was like entering Hogwart dining room without the magic. But the ceiling was magnificent. ᴥ ᴕ ᴥ ᴕ ᴥ ᴕ

said Arosh. "Indeed, that is truly the way in which life is." Said Fanky. Before long, Harry and his companions showed up with food. They saw they had requested a great deal of food. "Gracious, is there a birthday? For what reason did you purchase such a lot of food " Fanky asked in surprise. "Indeed, Harry just had a festival." Stevent tapped Harry on the shoulder while grinning. Fanky gets it, Stevent implies Harry's free food in light of Arosh's response.

Should I even tell him? “I think it is time for the feast,” Albus said as he looked towards the house. People were going towards a very large dining hall. “We should join them; I have a feeling tonight's going to be quite entertaining.” I suddenly felt uneasy because of his words. “What do you mean, entertaining?” Albus chuckled and walked toward the dinning. “Just expect the unexpected, Ms. Moonshadow, there is no predicting how tonight may end.”

“Obviously not, Aster. You think someone with a half burned duffel bag from a gross dump knows shit about fae Hogwarts traditions?” She winced. “Fair. Okay, so like....it’s kinda like a magical sorting ceremony, but you pick your house through a test, and the house also has to accept you back. There’s five total. And it’s a whole event. Everyone dresses up. There’s enchantments, projections, fire, drama. The works.” “Why do I feel like this is going to be fucking dramatic?” I muttered. “Because it is,” she said, sipping her Coke. “Especially for godbloods.”

She already had twelve students now . The children get to eat lunch before they went home every day . They also can get choppers if they do some errands from Butler Ji like two choppers for a basket of hogwarts for the pigs food or two choppers grass for the goats and cow's food every morning . Because the class open at nine most of them will find a grass and hogwarts and put them in the animal's farm before when home to take a bath for their class. After lunch the children will go home and find another baskets of hogwarts and grass every evening for the farm and get paid by Butler Ji .

All we had to do was to join the feast. I immediately freshened up before leaving for the feast with Gertrude’s head tied around my waist. The decorations for the feast were simply amazing. Everything was ready and everyone was in place. They were all waiting for me to speak so the party would begin. “Members of the Red fanged pack!” I addressed the crowd who became silent just after hearing my voice. “This feast was organized for you all! It was organized to bring joy to those who had lost their dear ones during that raid! I want you all to drink until you’ve forgotten about your problems, and that’s an order!”

SAMANTHA'S POV The night was too quiet for mourning. The Crescent Moon Pack’s great hall had been transformed into a place of eerie beauty. Long silver drapes floated like ghosts from the high rafters. Dozens of candles flickered in polished iron sconces, their glow casting shadows that danced along the walls like restless spirits. A great feast had been laid out—roasted boar, honeyed root vegetables, goblets of elderberry wine—but no one touched the food.Conversations were hushed, faces drawn. The mourning feast had begun—but no one was truly feasting.

* Derek was moving from one point of the house to the other, wondering what he was going to tell the king and thinking of the best possible way to approach him during the feast, when hmthe door suddenly swung open and Harry walked in, his face mixed with releif and gloominess. "What is it?" Derek asked moving closer to him as soon as Harry had entered the house and shit the door. "Please sit, there's something I need to tell you." Harry stated calmly. Derek obeyed, but one of he's eye brows was raised in suspicion. "The feast of the common people have been posponed" Derek stood up fanatically. " Postponed? What do you mean by that? Until when?" " I'd rather not say.." Harry replied.