Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

After entering October, the weather in Hogwarts became colder and colder day by day, and an influenza suddenly broke out among the staff and students. This made Mrs. Pomfrey in the school infirmary really busy for a while. She brewed a large amount of refreshing potion for everyone. This magic potion has an immediate effect, but there will be a small side effect after drinking it - the ears will smoke for several hours.

As the Duel Club unfolded, the originally gloomy atmosphere in the castle slowly dissipated, and everyone seemed to have temporarily forgotten the three accidents that happened in the school not long ago.

Of course, the more important reason for this is that Dumbledore withstood the pressure and did not let outside rumors spread to the campus.

However, Andrei heard from Sirius that Jerome's parents had approached their principal more than once, and every time they met, the other party would use extremely unpleasant words to humiliate the greatest white wizard of this century.

And Dumbledore never refuted it. After all, until now, the professors have not found the whereabouts of the missing student. This is undoubtedly the fault of the school.

As for Flint, he still hasn't woken up. The previous predictions of the therapists at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies seem to be too optimistic. At least in the short term, people who are looking forward to the truth will not be able to get the truth from this victim. Find out who the murderer is.

"In other words, tonight we have to give up the Halloween party in the auditorium and go to a gloomy underground classroom to attend the [-]th anniversary dinner of Nearly Headless Nick?" Ron said with a frown on his face.

Obviously, he had no expectations for this at all. It would be great if he could use the excuse of illness to escape like his two brothers.

It's a pity that Hermione didn't give him this opportunity. She said righteously: "This is what was promised to Sir Nicholas before. We are not bad students who like to break promises. We must go to the ghosts' party together tonight."

As she said that, she also cast her eyes on George and Fred on the side of the lounge, but the cheeky twins completely ignored the little witch's harmless gaze.

"Indeed, Nick has helped us a lot. We can't regret it at the end of the day." Andre also said.

Ron was still a little dissatisfied: "But he didn't even provide us with any useful clues!"

"Yeah, until now we still don't know how Jerome disappeared." It could be seen that Harry was actually not happy to leave the warm auditorium tonight and go to a basement with no other living people.

"You are right, but there is no way to deny that Nick really helped with his heart before. Even if he has no credit, he still has hard work." Andre spread his hands helplessly.

"Anyway, this matter is settled. We will go to Sir Nicholas's death anniversary dinner together tonight, and none of you are allowed to run away." In the end, Hermione gave a few people an ultimatum with a straight face. She would never do it. Harry and Ron were allowed to escape.

By seven o'clock in the evening, the Great Hall was already bustling with activity. Professor Flitwick brought in swarms of live bats for decoration, and the huge pumpkins grown by Hagrid were carved into lanterns that could be used as carriage carriages.

It's just that the four Andres are destined to miss this celebration, and they have to rush to the basement.

"I heard that Professor Dumbledore even invited a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone." Ron still whispered reluctantly while walking through the corridor next to the auditorium.

But the other three people ignored his words, because they were already approaching the venue where Nick's dinner was held. Candles were also lit in this aisle, but compared to Hexi's warm orange candlelight in the auditorium, there were only a few candles here. Tiny, dark candles also flickered with blue fireworks.

And as they went down, the temperature seemed to get lower. Hermione had already wrapped the robe around herself vigorously. Even so, you could still see that she couldn't help but want to shiver a few times to dispel the chill in her body.

Suddenly, a creepy sound came from the underground classroom not far away, as if a thousand people were scratching their nails on the blackboard. Even Andre felt goosebumps appear all over his body.

"Oh my God, what's this sound!?" Ron couldn't help shouting.

Hermione, on the other hand, seemed unmoved. She said calmly: "This may be the music of ghosts."

"Can this also be called music!?" Ron looked questioning.

Soon, several people turned the last corner, and Nick, who was almost headless, was standing at the door to greet the guests attending the dinner. He was dressed differently from usual, wearing a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friends," the tone did not sound like a celebration at all, Nick said with infinite sadness: "Welcome, welcome...I am so happy that you can come..."

Then he took off his hat and bowed in a standard gentlemanly manner, and invited the four people to enter the classroom behind him.

The scene that appeared in front of Andre and the others was something that ordinary people would never see in their lifetimes. Hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures gathered in this underground classroom. Most of them were wandering around in the overcrowded dance floor. Waltzing to the hideous and trembling weird music of thirty musical saws.

Above their heads was a chandelier with a thousand candles, and the blue light shone on the faces of several people, making them look a bit gloomy even if they were still alive.

Harry rubbed his arms: "It's really cold here."

All the people exhaled were filled with mist. According to Andre's estimation, the temperature of this room was at least ten degrees lower than that of the auditorium.

Ron couldn't help but said: "Let's take a look around. I feel like my toes are freezing."

"Well, be careful and don't pass through their bodies. It will only make you colder." Andre nodded in agreement. Even with his physique, he could clearly feel that his body was a little stiff. Obviously the low temperature here is not just physical, it is most likely a magical effect brought about by the gathering of ghosts.

Afterwards, the four of them walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor. The ghosts here seemed to be everyone. Andre even saw a group of unhappy nuns and a man in shackles and ragged clothes.

"Oops, turn around." While walking, Hermione suddenly stopped, "I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle—"

"Who?" Harry and Ron asked curiously as they followed the little witch back, obviously not knowing who Moaning Myrtle was.

"It's the ghost in the girls' bathroom on the first floor." Andre answered for the two of them: "It is said to be a girl who died accidentally in school decades ago."

"Ah, I don't know that," Hermione blinked. "I just know that she usually spends time in the bathroom, which breaks down all year round because Myrtle keeps throwing tantrums and splashing water everywhere. I will avoid going there unless necessary. It’s not a good feeling to have a ghost screaming at you when you go to the toilet. By the way, how do you know that she died in school decades ago?”

"I also heard it from Nick," Andre explained: "You know, he basically knows all the ghosts in the castle."

This is true. Looking at the crowded scene in this underground classroom, you can understand how popular the almost headless Nick is.

I'm afraid half the ghosts of Britain have been invited here by him.

Hermione wanted to continue asking Myrtle how she died, but Ron suddenly shouted: "Wait, look, there is something to eat there."

It was a long table placed at the other end of the room, covered with black velvet, and silver plates stacked on top.

Andre knew very well that the ghosts' food was not suitable for living people, but before he could stop him, Harry and Ron, who had been hungry for a long time, hurried forward.

"Oh, my God." Hermione, who was following closely behind the two, immediately exclaimed.

Because the smell was so unpleasant, completely rotten pieces of meat were placed on a plate, dark, charred cakes were piled on a huge tray, and there were a large number of meat-stuffed lamb tripes covered with maggots. A piece of cheese covered in green hair.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly a huge tombstone-shaped gray cake in the center of the table, with the following words spelled out in tar-like frosting:

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington.

Died October 1492, 10

"This is not prepared for us," Andre said with a smile: "Have you forgotten what George and the others reminded us last time? It's best to bring your own food when you come to this dinner."

The three of them were silent. It was obvious that they did not take the twins' words to heart.

"Are you having fun?" At this time, Nick emerged from behind a few people and said proudly: "The number of people tonight is satisfactory. The crying widow came all the way from Kent... "

Then he told about some of the more famous ghosts among the visitors one by one.

It's a pity that none of them know Andre.

After showing off his connections, Nick finally said: "Oh, by the way, Barton, who was imprisoned before, told me that he saw a boy wearing a Hogwarts uniform being raped from Boginbock's in Knockturn Alley. Carrying it out in the store, I don’t know if this news is useful to you.”

These words immediately stunned the four little wizards. They did not expect that they would get such a valuable clue this time by attending the death anniversary party.

But before Andre could ask clearly, the band's ugly performance suddenly stopped, and every ghost in the underground classroom fell silent and looked around excitedly.

"Oops!" Only Nick had a nervous look on his face.

With the sound of a hunting horn, twelve ghost horses jumped out from the wall opposite Andre and the others, with a knight who had lost his head sitting on each horse.

Almost everyone applauded enthusiastically, and Harry and Ron, who didn't understand the situation, wanted to follow suit.

But Andre stopped them in time, and Nick's face didn't look good now.

Twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, then stopped suddenly, stood upright, and then kicked up their hind hooves and began to sprint.

The leader was a large knight, his bearded head was clamped in his arm, and he was blowing the horn vigorously with his cheeks puffed out.

After the opening ceremony was completed, the ghost jumped off the horse, raised his head high and rotated 360 degrees. The ghosts present all laughed.

The only exception is Nick. Even the dullest person should be able to see his dissatisfaction at this moment.

"Hi, Nick," the big ghost then walked up to Nick. He casually stuffed his head into his neck and shouted loudly, "Are you okay?"

"Welcome, Patrick." There was no hint of welcome in Nick's tone.

But Mr. Patrick didn't seem to care about the master's attitude. He looked at Andre and the four of them curiously, then jumped up high in pretending to be surprised, and shouted: "Live!"

As a result, his head fell off again.

"Can I think you are provoking me?" But Andre would not tolerate this arrogant ghost, he said expressionlessly.

"Oh, what, kid, do you want to arm-wrestle with the great Headless Hunters?" Patrick put away his fake smile.

"Don't do this, Andre." It was Nick who dissuaded him.

"Don't worry about Nick, I have to say, you are the bravest little kid I have ever seen." Patrick's head was still on the floor and he yelled: "Let me try what gives you courage!"

The answer is of course the Patronus Charm. Even if Andre is not facing an evil spirit at the moment, the physical Patronus itself can cause 'physical' damage to the soul body.

Because in essence, the patron saint is actually made up of part of the soul of the wizard.

And unlike the patron saint of ordinary wizards, Andre's patron saint spell summoned a Hungarian Horntail Dragon. The combat power of this magical animal is not comparable to that of a stag or a big dog.

The fire dragon composed of silver-white light is almost six feet in length. Of course, it cannot be compared with his own Animagus form, but it is more than enough to deal with a few ghosts.

The twelve headless horsemen were defeated by the white fire dragon almost in an instant. They screamed loudly in panic, completely losing their arrogance when they came in. And that Mr. Patrick, he didn't even care about himself. The head that was still on the floor ran towards the ghost horse in a panic.

The other ghosts in the underground classroom were also stunned by the sudden conflict. They seemed to not know what to do for a moment.

Fortunately, Andre didn't really want to kill these ghosts. He just couldn't stand the other party's attitude and wanted to teach them a lesson.

"Nick is my friend. Maybe you think the way he died is ridiculous, but I don't think so, and I hope you can understand that having your head cut off is not something to be proud of." With a click of the wand, the fully formed physical guardian angel was dispersed, Andre said at last.

And because of the superb strength he just showed, none of the ghosts present, including Nick himself, dared to speak out to refute his speech.