Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 17
Chapter 17: Halloween Shadows
The castle had transformed.
Great swaths of enchanted cobwebs draped from the vaulted ceilings, shimmering with dew-like droplets that refracted the light into prismatic patterns across the stone floors. Hundreds of live bats fluttered in synchronized formations, their wingbeats stirring the floating jack-o’-lanterns that bobbed lazily through the air, each carved face shifting between playful grins and terrifying snarls.
The suits of armor lining the corridors had been charmed to sing eerie, off-key renditions of “Double, Double Toil and Trouble”, their visors clanking shut with dramatic timing. Staircases moved with extra flourish tonight, their banisters wrapped in orange-and-black ribbons that slithered like snakes.
Jack Fletcher paused beneath an archway where a cluster of candied apples floated in midair, their caramel coatings swirling hypnotically. He reached out—
Theo Nott’s voice cut through the shadows: “I wouldn’t. Flitwick hexed them to scream when bitten.”
Jack plucked one from the air. The apple’s surface morphed into a tiny mouth, letting out a piercing shriek as he took an exaggerated bite.
“Crunchy,” he remarked, tossing it over his shoulder. The apple hit the floor and scurried away on tiny stick legs.
Theo sighed. “You’re impossible.”
—
As the massive oak doors swung open, even the usually unflappable Slytherin first-years gasped.
The ceiling had become a swirling nebula of black and violet, with constellations rearranged to form grinning skulls. The house tables groaned under feasts both magnificent and macabre:
– A centerpiece roast boar with crackling skin that oinked when sliced
– Pudding that shifted flavors with each spoonful (treacle tart to licorice to something alarmingly metallic)
– Glowing punch bowls where skeletal hands rose periodically to stir the concoction
Draco Malfoy sniffed at a dish of eyeball-shaped grapes. “Father says real wizards don’t—”
Pansy Parkinson popped one in her mouth. It squished audibly. “Mmm. Blood-flavored.”
Draco turned slightly green.
At the High Table, Dumbledore’s robes twinkled with tiny moving constellations, while Snape sat like a thundercloud in his usual black—though Jack noted the Potion Master’s lapel pin was a miniature screaming mandrake.
—
Ron Weasley’s voice carried across the Hall: “—and then the middle head tried to bite me—”
Hermione Granger rolled her eyes so hard her enchanted witch’s hat (complete with live bats nesting in the brim) nearly toppled. “It was Harry it went for—”
Draco’s drawl cut through: “Funny, I don’t recall seeing you there, Weasel. Oh wait—you were hiding behind Granger’s skirt!”
Gemma Farley, Slytherin’s statuesque prefect, materialized behind Draco. Her hair was charmed black-and-orange for the occasion, swirling like ink in water.
“Malfoy,” she purred, nails—filed to points tonight—digging into his shoulder. “One more word about three-headed dogs, and I’ll transfigure your tongue into a real snake.”
Draco’s mouth clicked shut.
Jack, observing from the sidelines, stretched a strand of Bungee Gum between his fingers, making his fork bounce comically across the table.
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[Hisoka Morrow – 12%]
Jack’s vision momentarily doubled, and a panel appeared.
[System Panel: Activated]
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[Hisoka Marrow (12%)
…
Aura: Lv8
Power: 9.6 (4.8 Tons)
Affinity: Transmutation
…
Nen Type: Transmutation (Lv2), Enhancement (Lv1), Conjuration (Lv1)
Nen Ability: Bungee Gum, Texture Surprise
Nen Skill: Ten (Lv2), Zetsu (Lv2), Ren (Lv2), Gyo (Lv2), In (Lv2), En (Lv2), Shu (Lv2), Ko (Lv2), Ken (Lv2), Ryu (Lv2)
Ability: None
Skill: Magic Trick (Lv3)
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Jack flexed his fingers.
[Bungee Gum—the ability to transmute aura into a rubber-like substance that could stretch up to 10 meters, adhering to anything it touched. Sticky as tar, elastic as childhood mischief.]
[Texture Surprise—the art of overlaying false images onto surfaces. A playing card could become a knife. A wall could become empty air.]
“Magician’s tricks,” Jack murmured, remembering Hisoka’s predatory grin from another life.
Bungee Gum stretched taunt between his fingers, invisible to all but those who knew to look.
Texture Surprise made his pumpkin pasty appear to writhe with maggots—until Hermione gasped, then huffed when it reverted to normal.
“You’re horrible,” she snapped.
Jack grinned. “It’s Halloween, Granger. Embrace the horror.”
—
The festivities shattered when Quirrell came sprinting in, his turban unraveling, face drained of color.
“TROLL—IN THE DUNGEONS—” he wailed, collapsing dramatically at Dumbledore’s feet. “THOUGHT YOU OUGHT TO KNOW—”
Chaos erupted. Prefects herded students, plates clattered, and somewhere, a enchanted skeleton band began playing a jaunty funeral march.
Jack’s grin widened. “Now this is a party.”