Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 21 Whispers and the Deathday Party

It was almost time for lunch, and the crazy Flint finally finished his training. Hilbert rubbed his sore neck.He walked towards the auditorium with his broomstick.

As soon as he stepped into the shady hallway, Hilbert heard a voice. "You're back, Potter, Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them grimly, "you two stay tonight."''What are we going to do, sir?' asked Ron, nervously enduring A hiccup. "Go and help Mr. Filch clean the silver in the prize room," said Professor McGonagall. "No magic, Weasley... all by hand. Ron gasped. Filch the Janitor was the one all the students hated.

"Potter, you go and help Professor Lockhart reply to his admirers." Professor McGonagall said.At this time, Hermione ran over from the side, startling the dumbfounded Hilbert.

"Why, Hermione, you almost scared me to death."

"Well, that, Hilbert, your Shafik family has never had a Muggle hybrid?"

"That's right, just because it didn't exist before doesn't mean it doesn't exist now and in the future."

"Do you want me to attend the Deathday Party?"

Hilbert swallowed, he had heard of the Deathday Gala before, "Why, did anyone invite you?"

"It's almost headless Nick."

"Well, I don't know how to tell you, all I can say is that ghosts are very different from the food we eat."

Saturday afternoon passed before you knew it, and it was five minutes to eight in a blink of an eye, and Harry reluctantly shuffled his feet as he walked down the third-floor corridor to Lockhart's office.He gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

The door opened instantly, and Lockhart looked at him with a broad smile.

"Ah, here comes the little rascal! Come in, Harry, come in."

Innumerable framed pictures of Lockhart hung on the walls, brightly lit by many candles.A few even had his signature on them.There is also a large stack of photos on the table.

"You can write envelopes!" said Lockhart to Harry, as if it was a great deal. "First to Lady Gladys, God bless her...a ardent admirer of mine."

Time flies like a snail.Harry let Lockhart babble, only occasionally answering "um", "ah", "yes".Sometimes a phrase or two catches my ear, something like "Fame is a capricious friend, Harry", or "Remember, being famous is being famous".

The candles burned shorter and shorter, the flames dancing across the many moving Lockhart faces watching them.Harry wrote Veronica Smiley's address in his sore hand, and it felt like it was the thousandth envelope.It's almost time, Harry thought bitterly, please come soon.-67-Suddenly he heard a sound...a sound quite different from the crackling of a dying candle or Lockhart's chatter.

It was a voice, a creepy, breathless, cold, malevolent voice. "Come here and let me rip you rip you..kill you" Harry jumped, and a big blob of lilac-colored ink appeared on the street name of Veronica Smiley's address. "What?" he said aloud.

"I know!" said Lockhart. "Six months at the top of the bestseller list! An unprecedented record!'''"No," Harry said wildly, "that voice!" "Sorry," said Lockhart Confused, he asked, "What voice?"''"That...the voice said...didn't you hear it?" Lockhart looked at Harry in astonishment.

"What are you talking about, Harry? You're probably a little sleepy, aren't you? Goodness...see what time it is! We've been in here for almost four hours! I can't believe it... how fast time flies. Yes no?"

October came, and a damp chill permeated the grounds and seeped into the castle.There was a sudden cold among the teaching staff and students, and all the teachers except Taoist Lingxu and Professor Dumbledore caught cold.Made Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, flustered.Her pick-me-up has an immediate effect, but those who drink it leave smoke in their ears for hours on end.Ginny.Weasley had been sick lately, and Percy had forced him to drink some pick-me-up.As a result, puffs of steam rose from under her brightly colored hair, and her whole head seemed to be on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets crackled against the windows of the castle and did not stop for days.The water in the lake was rising, and there was a mudslide in the flower beds, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of the flower sheds.However, Oliver.Wood's enthusiasm for regular Quidditch training did not diminish because of this, so we saw Harry return from training and return to Gryffindor Castle on a stormy Saturday evening a few days before Halloween.He was drenched and covered in mud.Hilbert handed over a hot dry towel.Another cup of hot cocoa.Then turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Nick, who was almost headless, came out of the wall holding a letter with a sad face.

"Hello, Mr. Shafiq."

"Hello, Sir Nicholas of Mimsy."

Nearly Headless Nick suddenly perked up, which is what he liked best when he was called.

"What were you worrying about just now?"

"It's still the same letter, the Headless Horsemen refused me to join! If anyone can help me how to cut off my head completely, I'm willing to do anything for him!"

"Well, you can ask the newly appointed Professor Lingxu this year. He may have a solution!"

"That would be wonderful. Would Mr. Shafiq come to my Deathday party?"

"No, thank you for your invitation, I've been very busy recently."

Hilbert was right not to go, because he knew, what do ghosts eat?Huge chunks of rotting meat on beautiful silver platters, black, charred cakes piled high on large trays; maggot-infested haggis in abundance, a piece of cheese covered with green hairs.In the very center of the table stood a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which was spelled out in tar-like icing: Sir Nicholas Demisy Poppington died October 1492, 10, what spirit Normal people go eat rotten food?

Hilbert, who was full from the auditorium, wandered around.At this time, he heard some voices, which seemed to be whispered in your ear.

"..tear you tear you..kill you"

".. I'm so hungry.. It's been a long time.."

"..to kill..it's time"

Hilbert's originally leisurely nerves immediately tensed up. He knew very well that someone was doing bad things, and this person could speak Parseltongue.

Hilbert's Shafiq family has been known to speak Parseltongue for as long as recorded history.

Following the sound, Hilbert came to the third floor.A few words written in blood on the wall of one passageway.

The chamber of secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, with her tail hanging from the torch holder, her body stiff as a plank, her eyes wide open and staring.The three of them stood motionless for several seconds, and then Ron said, "Let's get out of here." "Should we try to revive them..." Harry said awkwardly. "Listen," said Ron, "we don't want to be found out here."

"Stop, what evil did the three of you do?" Hilbert thought that Harry and the three cast some spell to hang Mrs. Norris there.

However, it was too late.A muffled din, like distant thunder, told them that the feast had just ended.From the ends of the corridor in which they stood there came the sound of hundreds of feet ascending the stairs, and the cheerful chatter and laughter of people who had eaten their fill.Then, the students crowded into the aisle from both ends.

When the people in front saw the cat hanging upside down, the buzzing and chattering suddenly disappeared -79 -.Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and the students fell silent, crowding forward to see the horrific scene.

In the silence, someone spoke loudly.

"Those who make enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudblood!" It was Draco Malfoy.He had squeezed to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes were alive, and his usually bloodless face was flushed red.He looked at the still, stiff cat hanging there with a grin on his face.

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