time at hogwarts

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Halloween is here, and the festive atmosphere has once again enveloped Hogwarts.After the students happily enjoyed the sumptuous dinner, the next step was the costume party that they were most looking forward to.

"I heard that the principal has booked a skeleton dance troupe this year." Harry's eyes lingered on the lanterns carved by Hagrid, which could accommodate three people.Now the four of them are the only ones sitting here in the huge restaurant, and everyone else has gone back to change their clothes in a hurry.

"Harry, you promised Nick that you would go." Hermione was a little dissatisfied with Harry for running away from the battle at this time.

"I didn't say not to go." Harry was a little embarrassed, and he did regret it a little, especially after hearing that this year's Halloween party was different from the previous ones and there were a few more shows.

"By the way, where's your pumpkin carriage? You went to see it last time. Is it as big as those jack-o'-lanterns?" When a good friend was in trouble, Ron stood up and changed the subject.

"It's bigger than those. Hagrid said it was the biggest pumpkin and could fit at least five or six people in it." Hermione was still very satisfied with the pumpkin carriage, but she was a little disappointed that she couldn't pull it out to show off.

Soon the time came to the seven o'clock that Nick invited, and the four of them left the decorated restaurant and walked towards the basement.

"Do you think Peeves will come over? Even Magos failed to convince Nick." Ron looked back at the unoccupied passage. Since this was not the underground passage leading to the Slytherin lounge, it seemed particularly strange. desolate.

"Probably not. Nick said that Peeves is most afraid of Bloody Balor." Harry remembered what Nick said.

"I will definitely go." Hermione's tone was very sure. "As Magos said before, he will definitely blame it all on Magos. At that time, Bloody Barrow has no reason to drive him away."

Magos shrugged, things were already like this, the worst he could do was to be on the ghost's blacklist in the future.

Nick's death anniversary party was at the very back of the passage. Whether it was an illusion or not, they all trembled when they walked to the door.

"Do you think it's a lot colder here?" Harry tightened his clothes and his words were misty.

"So many ghosts gather together, it's hard to see ghosts unless it's cold."

Magos pushed open the door, although he had already prepared that the deceased's party would not be as lively as the one above.But when he really saw those dark, thin candles floating in the dim underground space, he felt the desire to go back the way he came.Moreover, those small candles still burned with blue light, which looked eerie even when it shone on their living faces.

"You said it's too late for us to turn back now." This time it was not Harry who said this, but Magos himself.

Without Hermione to give him an answer, Nearly Headless Nick suddenly appeared, "Ah, my dear friends, I'm so happy that you can come."

Nick was covered with a black velvet curtain, and it was obvious that he still took this party very seriously.He put his feathered hat on his chest and bowed to invite them in.

Magos looked at Nick with a sad face, and was a little confused. Should he be happy and say congratulations on your birthday, or should he be sad and say sorry for how many years have you been dead?Fortunately, Nick didn't let him struggle for long before leading them around a corner.

At this time, the vague sounds they heard outside the door became clearer and clearer.What kind of sound was that? Magos felt his hair standing on end, and the urge to leave became stronger and stronger, because the sound was like someone scraping hard on the glass with fingernails.He looked at his other friends and found that they couldn't do much better than him.

"Nick, is this the music at your party?" Magos's face wrinkled up. This kind of sound was too lethal for him.

"Yes." Nick was pleased with Magos's question. "This is a very famous ghost band that I invited. I have a good relationship with their leader. Isn't it very beautiful?" He said with an expression of enjoyment.

Magos has said a lot of things that went against his will in the past few years, but this time he is not going to go against his own ears anymore. Is this what people want to hear?

"Um, maybe it's not suitable for us to listen to, and I feel a little uncomfortable." After all, it was someone else's party, so McGoss thought it would be better to be tactful.

Although Nick was a little regretful, he still nodded to express his understanding and casually used a weakened version of the ear-closing listening spell on them. Magos and the others felt much better. Although the harsh sound was still there, it was much quieter.

"Thank you, Nick." Hermione stepped forward to thank her. Although she was not as sensitive as Magos, she didn't feel bad either.

"I hope you had a good time. I'm going to receive other guests now." After speaking, Nick smiled apologetically and floated away.

"Let's go, we will also see the party of the dead." Without the magic sound filling his ears, Ron had no resistance to staying.

When I reached the end of the corridor, it suddenly became clear.As far as the eye can see, the entire hall is filled with milky white ghosts, there seem to be hundreds or even thousands of them.

"I never knew there were so many ghosts." Hermione was a little excited.Harry and Ron nodded in agreement and looked around curiously.Magos was the only one who was showing a lack of interest, and he hadn't fully recovered yet.

But at this time, they didn't care about Magos's mood and dived into the pile of ghosts.

"Look, Bloody Barrow." Ron pointed at a ghost in the distance who was covered in silver blood. Now the ghosts were all gathering together in twos and threes to chat. He was the only one sitting alone, and he was also sitting alone. No other ghost came near him.

"Why do I feel that other ghosts are a little afraid of him?" Harry asked strangely.

"Maybe because of the blood on his body." Ron returned uncertainly.

"Because he's a lunatic." Magos said now that he was finally a little familiar with the noise here.

"Madman?" Hermione only knew a little about the ghost's origins. She only knew that he was the ghost of Slytherin, and that other ghosts were afraid of him.

"Yes." Magos was not interested in telling them the origin of Bloody Barrow now, and turned around and walked in another direction.

"That's the fat monk from Hufflepuff." Harry felt like seeing an acquaintance. The fat monk also felt the breath of a living person and smiled at them and said hello.

Then, at Hermione's prompting, they avoided Moaning Myrtle and walked to the table.Harry and the others, who were originally excited to taste the ghost delicacies, were dumbfounded.

I saw large chunks of rotten meat on the table on beautiful silver plates, dark, charred cakes piled on large trays; and a large amount of maggot-filled lamb tripe, a piece covered with green Gross cheese.In the center of the table stood a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing spelling out the following words: Nicholas Steminsey, Lord Porpington died 1492 October 10 .

"This, is this food?" Ron took a step back in horror, suppressing the nausea in his stomach.

Harry tugged at his mouth, feeling like vomiting.Magos was not much better. He had been well-fed and well-off all his life, so when he suddenly saw this pile of garbage, he didn't vomit it out on the spot. It was already an amazing display of self-control.

"Let's go look elsewhere." Hermione didn't want to stay next to this pile of so-called food anymore.