Hogwarts in the shadows

The Stinging Curse is actually just a small evil curse that is a bit weird.

Not to mention Madam Pomfrey, even the senior students can be easily dealt with.

It's just that Lockhart has offended all the professors in the school recently.

Out of humanitarianism, Madam Pomfrey gave Lockhart some potions.

But for the rest, Madam Pomfrey just downplayed it.

"This minor injury should not be a problem for you who have been dealing with magical creatures for a long time. I won't meddle in your business."

So even after two days.

Lockhart could only drag his newly reconnected leg and teach his students with half of his face blackened.

Lockhart, who had already turned the Defense Against the Dark Arts class into a drama, did not take part in the class himself today.

He chose Harry and Neville to perform his classic scene of fighting a werewolf.

The werewolf played by Neville is not fierce at all, but rather timid.

Harry waved his wand expressionlessly.

Hephis barely gave it a score of 6 - friendship points, no more - out of a full score of 100.

"Deathday Party." Hephis looked at Hermione with a strange expression. Why did this little girl like ghosts so much?

"It's Nearly Headless Nick. He's hosting a 500th Deathday party." Hermione said excitedly.

"He also specially invited Harry, Ron and me to attend."

"But I was not invited!" Hephis shook his head in pretended helplessness.

"Nick will definitely be happy if you go." Hermione shook Heffers' arm coquettishly.

"Just think about it, going to a party full of ghosts on Halloween, how exciting it would be!"

What else could Hephis do? Of course he agreed.

Halloween came, and the hall was still the same as usual, with thousands of "Snapes" flying in the air.

There were already pairs of men and women sitting inside the huge pumpkin lantern, feeding each other candy.

"Once something is said, it can't be taken back." Hermione looked at Harry angrily.

"You promised Nick that you would attend the Deathday party."

Hephis stuffed a piece of candy into her little mouth, took her little hand, and walked towards the basement classroom.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then followed the two men with their heads hung.

The aisle was lit with candles, flickering with a faint blue light, creating an eerie and atmospheric atmosphere.

And with every step they took, the temperature was getting lower.

A strange sound echoed in the air, like countless nails scratching on a huge blackboard.

However, Hermione's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Hephis drew his wand and cast a thermostatic spell on Hermione.

As for the last two.

Men, no matter.

"My dear friends, welcome, welcome..." Nick greeted them with a sad tone.

He took off his feathered hat and bowed to invite them in.

The underground classroom was already filled with milky white, translucent figures.

The sound of thirty musical saws was harsh and trembling.

There were many candles lit in the chandelier above my head, emitting a faint blue light.

"Is this considered music?" Ron frowned and said with disgust.

"How about we look around?" suggested Harry, who wanted to warm his feet.

Hephis looked at the enthusiastic Hermione and started walking around with her casually.

"Food!" Ron said in surprise.

But as soon as he got closer, he was almost vomited by the unpleasant smell.

Rotten meat, burnt cakes, stuffed sheep tripe full of maggots, cheese covered with green hair...

In the center of the table, there was a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone.

"I guess they let the food rot to make the flavor stronger."

Hermione didn't seem to mind it. She covered her nose and wanted to get closer to take a closer look at the rotten food.

Hephis grabbed Hermione and said, this little girl's hobby is hard to describe.

"Let's go. The smell here is too bad." He said helplessly.

Just then, Peeves came out from under the table, holding a bowl of moldy peanuts with a playful look on his face.

"Hey, little guys, wanna have some?"

"No, thank you." Hermione refused normally.

How could a ghost like Peeves, who enjoys playing pranks, let them go so easily?

He grinned evilly, raised the bowl in his hand and was about to throw it at them.

Hephis waved his wand, and it was like he was whipping the air.

Peeves dropped the bowl in his hand, and the moldy peanuts scattered all over the ground.

"Ah!" Peeves screamed, he covered his stomach and curled up in pain.

A transparent mark appeared on his milky white belly.

"Soul Whip is very useful against ghosts." Hephis said lightly.

Peeves looked terrified, rushed towards the wall and ran away.

Hermione looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong? What happened just now? Are you okay?" Nick hurriedly floated over from the crowd.

"It's okay, I just taught Peeves a lesson." Hephis said indifferently.

"Indeed, Peeves always likes to make trouble. I didn't intend to invite him here." Nick nodded in agreement. "Did you have fun?"

"It's pretty good." Hephis didn't lie. In this atmosphere, it was quite fun to celebrate Halloween.

"That's good. I should go and speak now." Nick said happily.

"Woo——" The sound of a hunting horn suddenly sounded.

Then twelve ghostly horses rushed out from the wall, each carrying a headless knight.

Seeing this, everyone at the party burst into warm applause and cheers.

Sitting on the front ghost horse is a big ghost.

His bearded head was tucked under his arm, and he was blowing the horn hard.

"Nick! How are you? Is your head hanging there?" he shouted loudly.

Nick said stiffly, "Welcome, Patrick."

"Living people!" Patrick saw Hephes and the other three.

He jumped up in mock surprise, only to have his head fall back down.

"That's funny." Nick pulled the head, which still had a little skin attached, a little angrily.

"Ignore Nick!" Mr. Patrick's head yelled from the floor.

"He's still upset about not letting him join the Hunters! But look at this guy..."

Hephis guessed the reason, and he could help, but...

He glanced at Hermione again and sighed, probably having scared her just now.

"Nick, I have something to tell you." Hephis stepped forward.

"What's wrong, Hephis? I have to hurry to give a speech." Nick said with his head hung, a little irritated.

"I can completely separate your head from your body."

All the ghosts fell silent, and all looked at Hephis.

Nick's eyes widened and he screamed, "What? What did you say!"