The little princess of the platinum family of HP

Lucius was still shocked to receive Alisa’s urgent letter in the middle of the night. The content inside made Lucius frown. Nothing can scare the magic world more than hurting the savior at this time of.And a conspiracy told by the elf, it is even more doubtful that the elf belongs to the Malfoy family.

The reason for escaping the Death Eater trial was the Imperius Curse. At this time, if people knew that the elves of the Malfoy family were attacking Harry Potter, no matter what the reason was, it would be enough to cause headaches.Those moths in the Ministry of Magic knew that it must be endless blackmail.

Although the Malfoy family had a lot of money, Lucius didn't need to care about it, it was completely unnecessary to spend this kind of money.Lucius took out a piece of paper and wrote a reply.Immediately called Dobby out, asked the elf butler Dora to interrogate him, and restricted Dobby's freedom of entering and leaving Malfoy's house before returning to the bedroom with confidence.

After a night of sleep, Harry's spirits improved a lot. His right arm was just a little uncomfortable due to the growth of bones overnight.After all, the newly grown bones still had to be worn in, and Madam Pomfrey let Harry go back to the top of the Gryffindor tower only after Harry's repeated assurances that he would come back for a follow-up visit.

October came, and the cold and damp mountain wind blew the whole castle.Also because of the cold, Alisa has been curled up in the Slytherin lounge, and did not make an appointment with Harry to pick potions.

Harry walked down the empty aisle, pondering what reason he could use to approach Alisa and pursue her.He found that there was another person like him.Preoccupied.He was Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, staring sadly out of the window, muttering, "...not what they want... half an inch, if..."

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello," replied Headless Nick.Wearing a flashy feather hat, long curly hair, and a long coat with a collar that just covered his badly damaged neck, he was as pale and transparent as smoke, and Harry could almost see The dark sky and the heavy rain behind him.

"You look like you're in some trouble, little Potter?" Nick said, stuffing a transparent letter into the farm coat.

"You too," said Harry.

"Ah," Headless Nick waved his hand gracefully, "It's just a small thing...just I want to participate...I thought I would be admitted, but the letter said I didn't meet the requirements."

"You would have thought so, wouldn't you?" he said abruptly, and took the letter out of his pocket. "I was cut off 45 times in the neck with a blunt ax before my head was chopped off, so that should meet the requirements. right?"

"Oh, yes." Harry thought he should agree.

"I mean, back then, how I wished he could chop so fast and hard that his head would fall off. I mean, I wouldn't have to take so many axes. It's a real pain. But..." Headless Nick opened the letter again and read angrily:

We can only accept hunters whose head and body were not separated at the time of death.You should be able to understand that even if you join our association, you cannot participate in our Horseback Magic Head and Water Head Ball activities.Therefore, I can only regret to inform you that you do not meet our requirements.

Sincerely, salute

Delaney.Mr Bodmore

Nick angrily stuffed the letter back into his pocket again.

"I've only got a bit of flesh joining my head to my body, Harry! Most people think so, but it's not, at least not to Mr. Delaney Bodmore."

A high-pitched meow drowned Harry's words.He looked down and saw a pair of big lantern-like eyes by his knees.It was Mrs. Norris, a skinny gray cat of Filch the Keeper.

Harry waved goodbye to Nick darkly and followed Filch down the stairs.

Harry had never been in Filch's office, which was a place most students didn't want to go into.There was only an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, no windows, and the smell of fried fish.Several large wooden cabinets were leaning against the wall, which were used to store the files of students who violated discipline, and it was written in detail who did what bad deeds and was punished for what.The files of the Weasley twins took up an entire drawer.A shiny pair of chains and handcuffs hung just behind the wall of Filch's desk.Everyone at school knew that he often begged Headmaster Dumbledore to allow him to hang students upside down from the ceiling.

Filch was about to start writing when there was a loud bang from the ceiling, shaking the kerosene lamp.

Without looking back, Filch rushed out of the office like a gust of wind, followed by Mrs. Norris.

While traveling around, Harry unconsciously walked to Filch's desk, and accidentally saw a leaflet that read:

"Feel out of touch with modern magic? Find yourself making excuses for not practicing simple magic? Worrying about your poor witchcraft?

This is the answer you need!

Join Bruce Knight Club and you will get what you want. "

Next to it was a letter written by Filch to the Bruce Knights Club. Harry glanced at it and found that Filch was a Squib.

There were footsteps outside, but before Harry could react, Filch came in directly and saw Harry standing beside his desk. He immediately ran to the desk to sort out his letters and leaflets, and carefully looked at them. After seeing Harry's appearance, after knowing that Harry knew that he was a squib, he immediately became angry and shouted, "Get out, don't you know what you didn't see today?"

Harry nodded and walked out, it never occurred to him that Filch was a Squib.He also forgot what he wanted to do just now, and was gradually walking towards the promenade at the stairway of the Gryffindor Tower.

At this moment, he heard a voice - this voice is far away from here...

Someone was talking, and the voice was cold and vicious, which made people feel terrified and frightened.

"Come... come... let me tear you apart... bite you to pieces... kill you..."

Harry felt that he might have heard it wrong, but the voice became clearer and clearer, and one couldn't help but want to find out what it was.

"Harry, Harry, does it work?"

Headless Nick slid out of one of the classrooms, and behind him Harry saw the wreckage of a large black and gold cabinet, no doubt caused by a fall from a height.

"I persuaded Peeves to throw this off Filch's office," Nick said eagerly, "I thought it might distract him..."

"It's really you?" Harry said gratefully. "Yes, it works. I don't have to be detained for labor. Thanks, Nick! Did you hear any weird noises, Nick!"

"No! There are only you and me here."

Harry noticed that Headless Nick had been clutching Mr. Bodmer's reply.

"I wish I could get you into Headless Hunt," said Harry.

Headless Nick stopped and Harry passed through him.He wished he hadn't, because it felt like taking a bath in icy water.

"But there are other things you can do for me," Nick said excitedly. "Harry - I don't know if that's asking too much - well, you don't want to go -"

"Where?" Harry asked.

"That's right, this year's Halloween is the 500th anniversary of my death." Headless Nick straightened his back and said solemnly.

"Oh," said Harry, not sure whether to be happy or sad, "it is."

"I'm going to have a party in a big house. Friends from all over the country will be there. It would be my pleasure if you could come. I'd welcome Mr. Weasley and Miss Granzel. Of course—but I know You have to go to the school dinner?" He noticed Harry looking embarrassed.

"No," said Harry quickly, "I'll come—"

"My dear friend! Harry Potter, come to my death-day party! And," he said excitedly, after a moment's hesitation, "could you mention in Mr. Birdmore's presence the How creepy am I?"

"D-of course," said Harry.

Headless Nick smiled at him.

"The death party?" Hermione showed great interest.Harry changed and saw Ron and Hermione in the hall. "I bet there aren't many living people who have been to a death anniversary party like this - it's sure to be fun."

"Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they die?" said Ron, who hadn't done his potion homework and was grumpy.

"Sounds pretty frustrating..."

Harry told Alisa about this and asked her if she would like to go to the death party with him.

"No, Harry, I've already felt the atmosphere of the death party. You, Ron, and Hermione are fine. I'm not very suitable for a cold environment." Alisa tactfully said some reasons.

"Damn Scarhead, you came to look for my sister again." Draco was very upset when he saw Alisa talking to Harry. To be precise, he was unhappy when he saw Scarhead.

Alisa only watched Harry and Draco quarreling, and felt that it might be a quarrel that Draco wanted to attract attention in front of the boy he loved. She thought it was better not to get involved. When it was hotter, it ran away quietly.

On Halloween, Alisa was at the Slytherin dining table. Seeing that Harry and the others didn’t come, she knew they must be attending the Death Day Party. Thinking about the Death Day Party, it’s creepy. There are only three living people in a group of ghosts. Or normal people's dinner is better.

Harry thought he might have been too hotheaded to go to some death-anniversary dinner, and now he was hungry.

The three of them hurried to the restaurant, hoping to catch the last dessert.

"...tear apart...crunch...kill..."

It was the same voice, the one that was heard in the corridor at the beginning—that frighteningly cold voice.

He stumbled, stopped, put his hand on the stone wall, and listened intently, his eyes fixed on the dim passage.

Harry pricked up his ears.Far away, on the floor above his head, and getting weaker and weaker, he still heard the voice: "...I smell blood...I smell blood!"

The sound of footsteps going up the stairs was heard at both ends of the corridor.The well-fed people talked loudly and happily.After a while, students poured in from both ends.

On the wall of the two windows, foot-sized letters scrawled on it shimmered in the flickering light of torches.

"The mysterious chamber has been opened.

Descendants of the enemy, beware. "

That's what Alisa saw, Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, her tail dangling from the torch barrel, her body rigid as a plank, her eyes wide open.

The chattering and footsteps around him stopped.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in the middle of the corridor, and they all leaned forward quietly to read the horrible writing on the wall.

In the silence, a person shouted.

"The descendants of the enemy, be careful! You are the next target, the descendants of the mudblood!"

Malfoy was still angry that Harry had been pestering his sister, so he walked out of the crowd.His cold eyes were shining, his usually bloodless face was flushed, and he stared at the hanging cat and grinned.

"What happened? What happened?"

Filch pushed his way through the crowd with his shoulder.When he saw Mrs. Norris, he drew back in terror, with a look of terror on his face.

Staring at Harry desperately, howled loudly, "It was you, you killed my cat, and I will kill you too."

Dumbledore in the back stopped Filch's move and took away Harry's trio. Alisa didn't know what happened after that. She planned to ask Hermione what happened at night.

"Brother, why did you say that just now? It will make people suspect Malfoy's family." Alisa said to Draco in private, blaming him for his open mouth and disrespect to her friends.

"Would I be like this if the scar didn't find fault with me everywhere? Aisha, don't tell me you like Potter." Draco said angrily, and the young master's arrogant temper became a little bit.

Alisa felt innocent. Draco was the one who wanted to attract Harry's attention, but she said it was her own fault.

"By the way, Aisha, the school is not safe recently, you'd better not go out at night, I will ask Pan Xi to watch you carefully. I will also guard the door of the lounge. You'd better not be caught by me .” Draco knew Alisa’s character, and he would definitely go on a night tour tonight to ask about her.My sister is not worried, so I can only work harder.

The bad thing about twins is that it's easy to let others know what you think.Alisa didn't know whether to feel that her brother knew her well, or sad that what happened tonight was going to go to waste.Alisa could only accept her fate and go to rest without thinking about it.