Retirement from Hogwarts

Time passed quickly as Jack and Hermione studied the diadem, and before they knew it, they had spent more than a month in Hogwarts.

As October approaches, a damp chill begins to permeate the grounds and seep into the castle.A cold suddenly broke out among the staff and students, leaving Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, scrambling.Her pick-me-up potion has an immediate effect, but those who drink it will have smoke coming out of their ears for several hours.

Ginny Weasley, who has always been the focus of Jack's attention, has been ill recently, and his brother Percy forced her to drink some refreshing potions.As a result, steam came out from under her bright hair, and her whole head felt like it was on fire.

Raindrops as big as bullets pattered against the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days.After dinner Jack and Hermione were sitting at the Ravenclaw table discussing the enchantments in the diadems.

"I think we should let Harry give it a try. After all, he is Voldemort's nemesis."

"Absolutely not like this, it's too..."

At this time, Harry, who was soaked all over, plopped down next to Jack.interrupted their conversation.

"What are you talking about? I seem to hear you talking about me again?"

"We were talking about the Road of Trials. How is your progress on the Road of Trials?" Jack casually asked, looking at the tired Harry.

"The Road of Trials. After I entered, there was a portrait that advised me not to go until my fourth year. I haven't been there since." Harry explained to them with a sigh of relief after sitting down.

"Family inheritance is better than wild things like us. Clean it up." Jack sighed at the advantages of family inheritance while using magic spells to help Harry clean up the mud and rainwater.

"By the way, I met Nearly Headless Nick on the way back. He invited us to his death anniversary party. I have already agreed, and you will go too, right?" Harry looked at them expectantly and asked road.

"Harry, what are you talking about? Death anniversary party? I will never go to such a thing!" Jack said in disgust as if he was greatly stimulated by the words death anniversary party.

"But, I have already promised it for you."

"Promised for us?!" Jack almost shouted when he said this when he collapsed.

In the end, under the persuasion of Harry and Hermione, Jack had to agree to the request to go to Nick's death anniversary party.

"Believe me, Harry, you will regret it." Jack ended the conversation with a bitter look on his face.

Halloween is here, and as Jack said, Harry is regretting his hasty decision.Other students in the school were happily attending the Halloween party, and the auditorium was decorated with live bats just like last time.The huge pumpkins Hagrid planted were carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit in them.People also rumored that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

"Once you've said it, it's hard to keep it back." Hermione reminded Harry arrogantly, "You said you were going to attend the death anniversary party."

So, at seven o'clock, Harry, Jack, Neville and Hermione walked past the side door to the hall, which led directly into the crowded Great Hall.It was decorated with lanterns, candlelight, and golden plates on the table. It was very tempting, but they still

It was heading towards the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was also lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant: they were dark, thin little candles that flickered as they burned. The blue light looked eerie even when it shone on their three vibrant faces.The temperature dropped with every step they took.Harry shivered and pulled his clothes tighter around himself.At this time, he heard a sound, like a thousand fingernails scraping back and forth on a huge blackboard.

"What is this sound?" Harry asked, covering his ears.

"This is the music of the undead." Jack's faint voice came from under the high collar of the thickened robe.

"Is this also called music?" Neville exclaimed in surprise.

"Jack, why are you dressed so thickly?" At this time, Harry noticed the clothes on Jack and Hermione.

"I reminded you to wear thicker clothes. The environment at the Banquet of the Dead is definitely not friendly to living beings." Jack said with an ugly face, and then he repeated what he had just said. “Very unfriendly.”

When they turned a corner in the corridor, they saw an almost headless Nick standing at the door of an underground classroom, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friends," Nick said sadly, "welcome, welcome. I'm so glad you can come." He took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited them in.

The sight before my eyes was truly incredible.The underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures, most of them wandering around the overcrowded dance floor, waltzing and playing music to the terrifying and trembling sounds of thirty musical saws. Saw's band was sitting on the stage covered in black cloth.A thousand candles were lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue light.Harry and Neville's breaths formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a refrigerator.

"Shall we look around?" Harry suggested, wanting to warm his feet.

"You guys go shopping, let's find a place to sit for a while." Jack pulled Hermione and rejected Harry's proposal.Walked towards the corner of the underground classroom.After taking just two steps, Jack seemed to remember something, turned around and said to Harry:

"By the way, let me remind you, it is very impolite to pass directly through the body of the undead. Try not to do this."

"This is so suspicious, Neville, why do you think Jack covered his face too?"

"Your friend's clothes are not suspicious at all." A faint female voice sounded behind Harry. "They were wearing one of the most popular gowns worn by the living at death anniversary parties."

"Hello, Ms. Grey." Harry turned and said to Ms. Grey, who suddenly appeared from behind him.

"I thought they were avoiding me. I didn't expect that someone would find that thing again after so many years." Ms. Gray's voice became lower and lower.

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's not a good thing to be too curious, little savior." Ms. Gray teased. "That thing is a secret treasure that belongs to a real Ravenclaw. It's better for you, a Gryffindor, not to pry."

Ms. Gray said this and ignored Harry.A man floated in the direction Jack left.