HP: Slytherin disguise

There was the sound of kicking footsteps outside.

Then the door suddenly opened, and Filch said to Mrs. Norris with a victorious look: "The disappearing cabinet is particularly precious. This time it is enough to make Peeves get out!"

His eyes fell on Decorah and Harry.

It fell on the parchment scattered on the floor again.

Filch's pale face instantly turned red. He limped over and picked up all the parchments on the ground.

Then he grabbed the envelope from Decorah's hand.

He quickly stuffed them into the drawer.

"You... saw what... what..."

He stared at the two of them incoherently, and Harry looked at Filch in disbelief.

Filch didn't get angry!

"NO!"

Decolin shook his head and denied, "We didn't see anything."

"It's just a letter. I thought it was a love letter from another student that you confiscated, so I opened it and you came back before I even read it."

"Sorry, Mr. Filch!"

Filch stared at Decorah for a while and found that the latter did not have any nervous emotions.

It seems that he really didn't see anything.

He turned his attention to Harry again.

"I didn't mean to knock them off! Sorry, Mr. Filch!" Harry said quickly.

He looked like he had accidentally dropped the letter and was scared.

"If I think...you peeked into my private..."

"No!"

"This is not mine, I got it for a friend...anyway...but..."

Filch's eyes were bulging out and covered with bloodshot eyes, and his cheek muscles were twitching, as if he was extremely angry.

Just when Harry thought Filch was going to explode.

Filch suddenly turned around and said: "Very good... let's go... don't say a word... I mean... but you didn't see anything..."

"You guys go, I have to write a report to Peeves..."

"Let's go..."

Decorah quickly pulled Harry, who was stunned, out of Filch's office and ran upstairs.

"Good luck!"

"Congratulations to both of us for escaping!"

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, especially Harry, who broke into a cold sweat.

"Hey! Does it work?"

Nearly headless Nick flashed out of a classroom. Behind him, Decorah and Harry saw a black and gold cabinet smashed to the ground, as if it had fallen from a very high place.

"I persuaded Peeves to smash it on top of Filch's office, and it looks like it was a success."

"This should divert his attention..."

Since Nearly Headless Danny asked Peeves to do this, it can be seen that Nearly Headless Nick was helping them.

"Thank you, Danny."

"You are a good ghost~"

Two different sounds of thanks sounded.

The last sentence stands out.

Harry looked at Decorah and couldn't help but laugh.

Nearly Headless Nick also laughed.

Looking at the rejection letter in Nearly Headless Nick's hand, Harry said, "What can we do for you regarding the Headless Hunter Team?"

"I hope I can help you."

"really?"

Nearly headless Nick looked at them excitedly, with a smile on his face.

"I think I really need your help."

"It's really great!"

"However, my request may be a bit excessive, and you probably won't agree..."

With that said, the almost headless Nick became disappointed again.

"Just say it."

Decorah was speechless when she saw him laughing and crying.

"Well, this year's Halloween will be my 500th anniversary. I will hold a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom, and friends will come from all over the world."

"I would be honored if you would come too, and preferably Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger too."

"May I…"

As he spoke, he looked at the two of them anxiously.

"Of course, we will all participate!"

Decorah and Harry spoke at the same time, were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then laughed.

"Great!"

"The four famous friends from Hogwarts in the wizarding world are coming to my death anniversary party! It's great!"

"Well, please, could you please tell Mr. Patrick that you think I'm scary and impressive, okay?"

The almost headless Nick Xiyi looked at them.

"of course can!"

The two agreed directly.

On Halloween, students were happily attending the Halloween party, and the auditorium was decorated with thousands of bats just like the previous year.

The huge pumpkins grown by Hagrid were carved into lanterns, big enough to accommodate three people.

Hagrid was very proud of this.

At around seven o'clock, Decorah joined Harry and the others. Passing by the decorated auditorium, Ron wanted to run in and have a good time.

But they had to go in the direction of the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was already lit with many candles.

But the fire was a blue light.

It looks a little spooky.

And the further we went in, the colder the air became, and by the end we were already shivering from the cold.

"We're probably already frozen to death before we even get there!" Ron complained as he tightened his robe.

But no one said anything.

Because it's really cold, like an ice cellar.

When they turned the corner, they saw an almost headless Nick standing at the door, covered with a black velvet curtain.

Saw four people.

He happily took off his hat, bowed and invited them in.

When you walk into the underground classroom, you can see hundreds of milky white, translucent figures.

Most of them were swimming around the crowded dance floor.

They waltzed to terrible and unpleasant music, and the band played the saw on a stage covered with black cloth.

On the ceiling is a chandelier.

Thousands of black candles were burning on it, emitting a faint blue light.

"Let's go, or you will freeze in a while."

Decorah looked at the three people trembling behind him.

suggested.

"Aren't you cold? Decorah..."

Ron's teeth were chattering, and he hugged his whole body with his hands and wanted to shrink together.

"I'm not cold, it's you who are cold."

"Move around."

With that said, he led the three of them to walk around to relieve their freezing legs and feet.

"Is this food?"

Ron screamed as he passed a long table.

Hermione looked pale and felt a little nauseous.

On the long table, large pieces of rotten meat were placed on exquisite plates. Dark, charred cakes were placed on large trays. Around them, there were plates of maggot-stuffed lamb tripe. , cheese with green hairs makes people’s scalp numb when looking at it.

In the center of the table.

There was a huge gray cake in the shape of a monument, with a message spelled out in tar-like icing.

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington

Died on October 1492, 10

This made Harry and the three of them stunned.

Until a fat ghost walked towards the table. He squatted down and passed through the middle of the table. His open mouth happened to pass through a smelly salmon.