HP: Slytherin disguise

"If you put it through directly like this, can you taste it?"

Harry couldn't help but ask.

The ghost whined: "That's about it."

Then, he turned around and floated away.

"They let the food rot, presumably to make the flavor stronger."

Hermione held her nose and stepped forward to take a closer look at the maggot-rotten meat-stuffed lamb tripe.

"Let's go, it's disgusting!"

"Ugh~"

Ron pulled Hermione back, but then both of them were stunned. Looking at the hands that were slightly held together, Ron quickly retracted his hand, and Hermione also retracted her hand.

The two of them followed Decorah and Harry away from the long table as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, a short male ghost floated over and stopped in front of the four people.

It was Peeves.

"Hello, Peeves." Harry greeted cautiously. He was still a little scared of this ghost who liked to play pranks.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Want some?"

Peeves handed over a bowl of mold-covered peanuts with a broad smile on his face.

"No, thank you..." Hermione waved her hand and politely refused.

"Oh~ That might be a pity, after all, it smells so good." Peeves smiled and took the peanut back, looked at Decorah and said, "Oh, we meet again!"

"Are you interested in fixing Filch?"

"I guess he is very unpopular among the students. I wonder if you dislike him."

"NO, not interested."

Decorah has a higher opinion of Filch than Peeves.

He had been with Filch for a while in his previous life, so he had a good impression of Filch.

"All right…"

Peeves looked at Decorah with some pity, and then stopped stopping them.

As soon as he left, the almost headless Nick floated over from the crowd and asked with a proud face: "Did you have fun?"

"happy…"

The four of them spoke in unison, lying without blinking an eye.

"The number of people is quite satisfactory. The Howling Widow came all the way from Kent. Oh, I think it's almost time for me to speak. I need to give the band a heads up..."

Nearly headless Nick said proudly, preparing to go to the stage to talk to the band.

But what I didn't expect was.

Just then the band's performance came to an abrupt end.

They and everyone in the underground classroom fell silent and began to look around until a horn sounded.

"Oh~ What happened!"

The almost headless Nick shouted in pain.

But from the wall of the underground classroom, twelve ghost horses suddenly ran out, each with a headless horseman on it.

All the ghosts at the party applauded enthusiastically.

Decorah glanced at Harry, who was applauding next to him, with a look of disgust on his face.

But he still reached out and held it down, and Harry clapped his hands.

Harry was stunned for a moment, but soon he noticed the ugly look on Nearly Headless Nick's face.

Saw Decorah holding Harry's hand.

Ron and Hermione, who were clapping along, also stopped applauding. Although they didn't know why, they still had to look at Decorah's actions.

Twelve ghost horses run to the center of the stage.

He suddenly stopped and kicked his impetuous hind hooves.

On the front horse, a very large ghost came down. His bearded head was tucked under his arm, and he was blowing a horn.

After coming down, he raised his head high so that he could see everyone.

Everyone burst out laughing.

He strode directly towards the almost headless Nick, casually placed his head on his neck, and shouted loudly: "Nick! Is your head still hanging somewhere?!"

The rough laughter was particularly loud, and he patted the almost headless Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick."

Nick, who was almost headless, replied with a stiff voice.

"Live!"

Sir Patrick looked at the four people and jumped up pretending to be surprised, causing his head to fly up and fall down, causing everyone to burst into laughter again.

"Very interesting!" Nick, who was almost headless, said with a straight face.

"He's still upset that we didn't let him join the hunter team, but I want to say... look at this guy--"

"I think...Nick is scary...oh...it's just..."

Harry hurriedly opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Sir Patrick: "I think he asked you to say that!"

"Attention everyone, I'm going to start talking!"

Nearly headless Nick didn't want to pay attention to Sir Patrick, so he walked to the podium and came under a cold blue spotlight.

"My late Lords and Ladies, it is with great sadness that I..."

No one listened to what he said next.

Everyone turned to see Sir Patrick and his band of hunters playing a game of overhead hockey sticks.

Nearly Headless Nick is trying to capture the audience.

But when Sir Patrick's head flew past him amid cheers, he was defeated.

"Let's go. This party has been a lonely one."

"It's better to sleep a little longer."

Decorah just felt extremely bored.

"Okay! Let's go quickly!" Ron raised his hands in agreement, huddled beside Decorah, and couldn't wait to leave.

Decorah walked straight to the door.

The three of them hurriedly followed, ignoring the looks of many ghosts.

Walk down the aisle lit with black candles.

Several people walked towards the stairs leading to the foyer.

But just then.

Harry suddenly stopped. He grabbed the stone wall, looked around, and listened carefully to something.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"That voice appears again! Don't talk yet..."

Ron and Hermione looked at the serious Harry with confused expressions.

However, Decorah beside them had a calm face.

"Go this way!"

Harry yelled and took off running, running up the stairs and across the hall. Harry ran as fast as he could up the marble stairs to the second floor.

Hermione and Ron followed, panting.

"Harry, we're-"

"Shh!"

"I smell blood...I smell blood!"

"It's going to kill someone!"

Harry suddenly shouted and ran as fast as he could to the third floor. The three of them could only continue to run.

Run to the third floor and turn the last corner.

They came to an empty corridor.

"What's wrong Harry, I didn't hear anything!" Ron wiped the sweat from his face with confusion on his face.

"Look!"

Hermione suddenly gasped and pointed down the corridor.

Something seemed to sparkle on the wall in front of them.

Decorah walked over directly.

There are some writings scrawled on the wall between the two windows, a foot above the ground.

Glittering in the light of burning torches.

"The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir should be alert."

Decorah read out the words.

Harry and the others also walked over, but they almost fell down because there was a large amount of water on the ground.

"Mrs. Norris?"

He looked at the gray cat with his tail hanging on the torch holder, his body stiff and his eyes wide, staring straight at him.

Decorah couldn't help laughing.

Harry and the other three were frightened and took a few steps back, splashing with water.

"We need to leave quickly!"

Hermione opened her eyes and said quickly, while Harry said with difficulty: "I think it can still be saved, Decorah, please stop laughing..."

"If we are discovered like this now..."