HP Magic Biography

It was not until before Halloween that Fan Lin finished his punishment work. Although there was some help from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as the active maintenance of Gryffindor from time to time, this job still brought Fan Lin a lot of pain. It was a big inconvenience, at least he was the last sleeper instead of Hermione.

Now, finally, those damned stains can be solved with a wave of his magic wand, which makes Fan Lin very happy.

However, this good mood didn't last long. Today was the Halloween banquet, but the four of them couldn't enjoy the food at the Hogwarts banquet.

Since Harry got help from Sir Nicholas at some point, Harry agreed to attend the Deathday Banquet hosted by Sir Nicholas on Halloween night.

Sir Nicholas died that day, and even Sir Nicholas didn't remember how many hundreds of years ago it was.

As the ghost of Gryffindor, Sir Nicholas is not hated, but who would take the initiative to get close to a ghost?

The feeling of being pierced by a ghost is an exciting experience. It is guaranteed to let you experience the feeling of winter for a second in summer.

As Harry's best friend, Harry took Fan Lin and the three together as a matter of course. According to an old Chinese saying, the three who share the blessings and share the difficulties, just like this when everyone is having a dinner party to celebrate, Leaving the warm hall and coming to the underground where there is no light.

It is said that Dumbledore also specially booked a skeleton dance team for Halloween.

Thinking about it makes people feel creepy, a bunch of eerie skeletons, using their pale bone sticks to try to make graceful poses, no matter what, the picture will be filled with various dissonances.

Still, it's better than meeting ghosts from all over the place.

The hall had been decorated with live bats, and Hagrid's big pumpkin had been turned into a lantern, big enough for four people to sit in.

But these four little Gryffindor wizards were destined to not be able to enjoy it, and they had to leave the hall at seven o'clock sharp.

Hopefully there will be pumpkin pie at Sir Nicholas' dinner too. Harry said with the last gleam of fantasy.

If ghosts can taste food, Harry... Fan Lin was speechless, Actually, I would rather go back earlier. I asked Neville to help us bring something to eat, using my pocket.

That's nice, and I asked Ginny to bring us some of everything, Hermione said quickly, I don't think there will be anything to eat at the ghost's dinner.

The aisle leading up to Sir Nicholas's death anniversary party is filled with candles, but they do nothing to brighten the mood.

Long thin black candles, bright blue in flame, cast pale ghostly shadows on their faces.

Every step they take. The temperature will drop a bit. Fan Lin had to cast a warming spell on Harry and Ron, it was too cold here.

A strange sound became more and more clear as the four of them walked in. Fan Lin heard a sound like thousands of nails scratching a huge blackboard.

It's not music, is it? Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Sir Nicholas standing by a door with a black and purple curtain.

My dear friends, he said mournfully, welcome, welcome .

He took off his feather hat, bowed to them, and let them in.

The scene inside is unbelievable. A hundred pale, translucent figures in the house were floating on the dance floor, waltzing to a hideously creepy music. On the platform under the black screen, a symphony orchestra is vigorously pulling thirty chainsaws. A chandelier overhead glows blue. Their breath turned to mist; it was like walking into a refrigerator.

Shall we walk around? suggested Harry.

He wanted to move his numb feet.

Be careful not to pass through others, Fan Lin said solemnly, It's very impolite.

They walk along the edge of the stage. They saw a group of dour-looking nuns; a ragged figure in handcuffs; and fat Farrell, a merry ghost of Hufflepuff. He was talking to a knight with an arrow in his brow. Harry was not surprised to see a bloody Barrow - a gaunt Slytherin ghost.

The arrival of the four also won the attention of all the ghosts. Four living people appeared at a ghost's death anniversary banquet, and their youthful blood benefited them a lot.

They're all looking at us. Harry said nervously. In fact, Harry regretted this decision very much, but he was more at ease about pulling everyone into the water.

Oh no, said Hermione suddenly. Come back and turn your head away, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle—

Who? Fan Lin asked. They turned right back.

She was always scary in the women's room on the first floor.

She scares people in the toilet? Fan Lin was a little puzzled. Except for Peeves, none of the Hogwarts ghosts seemed to have done such a thing.

Yeah, she throws a tantrum there, floods the toilet, it's been a mess all year. I don't go there if I can. It's horrible to hear her cry when I go to the toilet— —”

Hey, Harry, here comes your food. Ron yelled, and suddenly a large number of trays appeared on a table not far away.

They walked eagerly and were petrified. A large rotting fish on a silver platter, a cake burnt like coals on a tray, a large piece of moth-covered cheese covered with green hairs and a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, the cake Written in tar: Mr. Nicholas Demis Popington Died October 31, 1492.

Here it is, a burly ghost approaching the table, bending over the food, his mouth wide open through a stinking salmon.

When you pass through the food, can you taste anything? Fan Lin asked.

A little bit! replied the ghost sadly, and then floated away.

I think they let the food rot on purpose to get those flavors, said Hermione suddenly. She held her nose and approached a plate of rotting animal livers.

Let's go, I don't feel well. Harry said with some nausea.

As soon as they turned around, a small figure floated out from under the table, suspended in mid-air, and stopped in front of them.

Hello, Peeves, Harry greeted cautiously.

The troublemaker wears a bright yellow party hat, a swirling bow tie, and a broad smile on his face. In comparison, he is the least pale and transparent.

Take a bite? He picked up a plate of moldy peanuts and asked sweetly.

No, thanks, said Hermione quickly.

I heard you speak ill of poor Myrtle, said Peeves, eyes shining. You're not polite to Myrtle. He took a deep breath and shouted, Oh, Myrtle!