Connor's Hogwarts

Time goes back to when the Halloween party was just beginning.

In the Gryffindor lounge, Hermione said to her friends hesitantly: "Harry, I heard from the seniors that the ghost party is different from what we imagined."

Ron also looked regretful: "And I heard that the school's banquet tonight is very lively. Dumbledore has also prepared a skeleton dance group. That is a skeleton dance group! You will regret it if you don't watch it!"

Harry sighed and said: "But we have already promised Sir Nick, we can't go back on it, and it is the 500th birthday, so it should be very meaningful."

"I don't think it would be meaningful for a ghost to celebrate his birthday." Ron complained silently.

Hermione came up with an idea: "How about we leave early later? Maybe we can catch the school banquet."

"But."

While Harry was hesitating, Neville, who had changed his clothes, ran down the stairs and apologized with a red face: "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting."

"It's okay, we were just discussing the death anniversary party." Harry shook his head and asked Neville: "We don't want to miss the school banquet, and we are considering whether to run away early. By the way, Neville, what do you think?"

"Me? I listen to Harry," Neville said, scratching his head honestly.

"Forget it, we're here anyway. It's not a good idea to run away in the middle. It's better to stay until their party is over." Ron hugged his shoulders and said, "I heard Fred and the others say it's not that bad, no matter what. There will definitely be fun things at the party, and maybe we can play monster cards with the ghosts!”

"That's what you said. Okay, everyone is here, let's set off quickly." Harry stood up and walked out of the common room with his friends.

"Okay, okay, although I still think it was a mistake for us to agree to this in the first place. Otherwise, we wouldn't be the only ones in the school to attend the ghost party." Hermione muttered while holding her notebook.

Ron habitually disagreed with Hermione: "That's because we are the only ones who have received the invitation! Not everyone is qualified to go to the ghosts' party!"

A few people walked noisily downstairs, greeting many wizards who were rushing to the dinner party together. When they reached the first floor, they glanced at the lively dinner party on the other side with lights and colors from a distance. They all showed envious expressions involuntarily.

Harry took a deep breath and said, "Let's go too!"

Several people nodded in unison, and then walked towards the underground classroom where the ghosts were holding a banquet.

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"Harry, I regret it." Ron said softly with his eyes blank and his head lowered.

"I knew it, I knew it." Hermione wrapped her clothes tightly around herself, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

"." Harry pushed up his glasses, which were starting to get frosty, and asked in a commanding tone: "Let's leave early."

"Hehehe, I listen to Harry." Neville scratched his head with an innocent look on his face.

At this time, the four Harrys were at the scene of the ghost party - the underground classroom, no, or it would be better to call it the cold room.

The professor was surrounded by dark, thin candles. When they burned, they shone with blue light and looked eerie when they shone on their four living faces, which were full of vitality.

Party music was playing in the classroom, and it sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping against a giant blackboard.

The center of the underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures. Most of them were wandering around on the crowded dance floor, waltzing to the terrifying and trembling background music.

"I may record tonight's experience and maybe sell it for a good price." Even at this time, Hermione never forgot her little plan to make money.

"No one ever told me that the theme of the ghosts' party was despair." Ron was shaking all over, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or cold. "I'm going to kill Fred and George one day. "

They stood in the corner of the classroom for a while, and Nick, who was wearing a black velvet curtain, spotted them and quickly floated over.

"My dear friends," Nick said with infinite sadness, "Welcome, I'm so happy to welcome you."

Harry smiled awkwardly but politely: "Nick's death is sad."

"Thank you. You also want to have fun. Please feel free to play."

"Okay, but we probably won't be able to go shopping for long. We also plan to catch the school dinner."

"Of course, I can understand, you can just do what you want." Nick drifted away with a sad look on his face. He didn't know if he was hurt by Harry's words, but they were not in the mood to care about it now.

"Look, there's something to eat over there!" Neville said, pointing to the long table at the other end of the classroom.

"Let's go over and take a look, do some exercise and fill our stomachs."

They walked forward impatiently, and then stopped in horror because the smell here was so bad.

On the long table, large chunks of rotten meat were placed on beautiful silver plates, dark, charred cakes were piled on large trays, and there were large amounts of maggot-filled lamb tripe covered with green hair. cheese platter.

In the center of the table, there was a huge tombstone-shaped gray cake, exuding a strange smell that was not like the human world. On it was spelled out the following words with tar-like frosting: [Sir Nicholas de Mimcy—Deceased on October 31, 1492]

Several people were stunned.

"Do you still want to eat?"

"I'd rather die!" x3

At this time, a fat ghost came towards the table. He squatted down and passed directly through the middle of the table, his mouth wide open, and he happened to pass through a smelly salmon.

"If you put it through like this, can you taste it?" Harry asked him with a wooden face.

"Absolutely, it tastes quite good." The ghost replied sadly, then turned around and floated away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make the taste richer." Hermione said knowledgeably. She covered her nose and leaned forward to take a closer look at the rotten meat-stuffed lamb tripe, probably for her "new Works" to accumulate enough inspiration

Suddenly, the ghosts on the dance floor became commotion, which also attracted Harry's attention. They saw a beautiful girl with an inappropriate painting style and scantily clad clothes, riding a broom and covered with colorful lights, descending on the dance floor. That was Peeves. Pepper.

"Damn it! Someone come and drive Peeves out!"

"Who let this guy in!"

"Things that ruin the atmosphere! Get out!"

The ghosts immediately became a mess. After Pepper made a mess of the party, she was chased away by a group of evil spirits with giggling laughter, and also drove away the only light in Harry's and their hearts.

After that, they met Moaning Myrtle, Barrow, the bloody man who usually lives in Jane, and Patrick, the headless hunter who appeared on a ghost horse.

Finally, when he saw a bunch of ghosts discussing who was better at scaring people, Ron said with chattering teeth: "I can't stand it anymore."

"Then let's go quickly." Harry said with great agreement.

"Can I finally leave? I hope this experience will be worth my efforts." Hermione's eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Neville put down the coke cake in his hand: "I'm so hungry too."

They moved slowly toward the door, nodding and smiling at everyone who looked at them, and a minute later they were hurriedly walking down the aisle lit with dim candles.

"The pudding is probably not finished yet." Ron said hopefully, leading the way towards the auditorium.

At this time, Harry heard a very noisy sound coming from his ears. He said, "It sounds quite lively over there. You can hear it even here."

As a result, everyone around him looked at him in surprise, and Ron said doubtfully: "Harry, are you hallucinating? The corridor is very quiet."

"? Didn't you hear that?" Harry suddenly froze. Only then did he hear the noise clearly. It was like a group of people marching on the street shouting some slogans, but how could there be a parade here in a school? What about the voice? Harry listened carefully and heard clearly that they were shouting monotonous words: [Destruction]! 【destroy】! [Rush, rush, rush]!

"???" Harry said loudly: "There seems to be something wrong! Hermione! Luminous spell!"

Before Hermione could react, Ron moved faster than her. He swung forward almost reflexively and threw a card into the corridor. The card flew in the air and suddenly " A dazzling light exploded, and Hermione had not yet taken out the wand from her arms.

Ron scratched his head and said with a smile: "Ah haha, this... I'm used to it, I just think it's cool."

But no one cared about his explanation. The remaining three people stayed in place with their mouths open and their eyes wide open, as if they had seen something incredible.

When Ron turned around, he saw an overwhelming number of snakes.

snake! snake! snake! In the corridor, on the walls, and on the ceiling, countless long reptiles "covered" the entire corridor! What they saw almost turned into a snake cave!

"I saw something in Merlin's beard." Ron muttered to himself blankly.

The group of snakes, stimulated by the bright light, noticed the four people in front of them, and all roared in this direction. The terrifying sound of "hiss, hiss, hiss -" sounded throughout the corridor. This was more exciting than the ghost party just now. too much!

"Hiss-!!"

When the fluorescent spell in the distance was slowly dimming, Hermione suddenly felt her eyes blur, and a snake head suddenly appeared in front of her! The snake head was currently being held in someone's hand, but its sinuous body was twisting crazily in front of Hermione's eyes. The sudden stimulation made Hermione scream uncontrollably.

"Stop screaming! Run!" Harry, who had grabbed the snake's head with one hand, had a serious look on his face. He held the snake's head tightly and swung it to the ground. The snake's body slapped on the floor and crawled out. "Pa!" There was a loud noise, and then he was paralyzed on the side, twitching and twisting feebly, having lost the ability to move.

Harry took out his wand from his arms and shouted to the people behind him: "Quick! Go to the Great Hall! Tell Professor Dumbledore! I'll stop them!"

"Harry! Let me help you!" Neville held the wand with both hands holding a sword and stood side by side with Harry.

Hermione's feet were a little weak and she staggered back. She knew that the situation was very urgent and she had to race against time.

Ron bit down, reached into his arms, took out dozens of cards, threw them towards the pile of snakes, then turned around and ran away.

The card exploded with bright light, illuminating the corridor like daylight, and Ron's voice echoed in the corridor:

"Harry, hold on! We'll be back soon!"