Hogwarts Lion Girl

At ten o'clock in the evening, Salina had basically finished her homework in Potions class. Just as she was about to take a shower and go to bed, Hermione greeted her furtively.

Only then did Salina realize that Harry and Ron needed to attend the deathday party of the ghost "Almost Headless Nick".

This was the agreement they had made before, but at the moment both of them were unable to move.

The Halloween atmosphere was a little too strong, and they were a little scared of the slightly dark corridor.

Hermione thought that the two should not break their appointment, but she felt that she could not take care of two children by herself, so she wanted to ask Salina if she was interested in going with them.

A ghost party? It sounds interesting. So Salina packed up a little and quickly caught up with Hermione.

The Deathday party was located in the basement of the castle. Although I had to pass through this corridor every time I had Potions class, it seemed particularly scary tonight.

The eerie and narrow corridor was filled with a slight chill, as if an invisible ghost was wandering between the walls, making low hums that chilled one's spine.

There were countless candles hanging on both sides of the corridor, emitting dark and slender light and flickering blue flames.

The cold light cast long shadows on the road and walls.

Their shadows distorted in the ghostly candlelight, swaying eerily as they passed.

Every footstep seemed to be infinitely amplified by the corridor, echoing in the depths of the castle, making people involuntarily tense every nerve.

Ron tightened his grip on Harry's arm and unconsciously quickened his pace, while Hermione clutched Serena's sleeve tightly, trying her best to look indifferent.

The temperature in the hallway seemed to drop by a degree with every step.

At first, they didn't notice it, but as they went deeper, the freezing air came in like a tide, drowning them in temperatures close to freezing.

Ron's sneeze seemed to make the walls tremble, and in the moment when he stopped sneezing, he heard the creepy sound.

It was a sharp, piercing scraping sound that echoed through the corridors, as if invisible fear was wreaking havoc on the blackboard.

"What...what is this?" Ron asked in confusion and panic, his teeth chattering.

"It sounds like... nails scratching on a blackboard." Harry frowned, unable to hide his surprise in his tone.

Although Hermione tried her best to hide it, cold sweat broke out on her snow-white forehead unconsciously.

Ron and Harry both looked at her, hoping she would give some explanation.

Hermione shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

"It should be music." Salina replied in a low voice.

As they continued to walk forward, the cold air and sharp sounds became more and more intense, and the entire corridor was filled with this strange atmosphere.

Their heartbeats couldn't help but quicken. The four of them clung to each other in the cold wind, gradually getting used to this uneasy rhythm.

Their breathing mixed with the echoes in the corridor, as if blending into the horrible music.

Just like that, they moved forward in uneasiness, and a weird atmosphere gradually enveloped the entire corridor.

They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain, looking mysterious and eerie.

The candlelight danced around him, casting shadows of the fluttering black curtain.

"My dear friends." He said with infinite sorrow, his voice low and somewhat erratic, "Welcome, welcome, I am so glad that you can come."

Nick took off his hat with feathers and bowed to invite them in. His movements were elegant and slightly sad, and the eyes under his hat seemed to travel through time and space, containing endless stories and deep secrets.

The door beside him slowly opened with an old creaking sound, revealing a long, narrow corridor inlaid with stained glass.

The four of them looked at each other and stepped into the room.

Each step was accompanied by a slight echo, and the space around them seemed to begin to distort and become less real.

As the door slowly closed behind them, a mixture of uneasiness and curiosity led them deeper into this mysterious celebration.

Following Nick's instructions, they walked into the classroom in the basement, and the scene before them made the four of them almost unable to believe their eyes.

The interior layout is spectacular. Although there is no open flame, in the darkness, a thousand candles burn in a huge chandelier, emitting a deep blue light, as if you are under the starry sky at midnight. The candlelight reminds people of the faint Milky Way in the night sky.

The room was filled with ghosts, there were almost hundreds of milky white, translucent figures.

In the middle of the dance floor, dozens of ghosts were dancing the waltz to the music of thirty musical saws. They were interlocked, chasing and spinning, their steps dancing lightly to the rhythm of the music, and their figures appeared and disappeared in the midnight blue light.

The band members crowded on the stage were also ethereal ghosts, and the instruments in their hands were just barely visible outlines, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear. The terrible and trembling sound produced by those musical saws should have been harsh and unpleasant, but in this ghost dance, it brought a strange charm.

Ron couldn't help but shiver. His breath formed white mist in the cold air. It was as if he had stepped into an extremely cold ice room. He felt that every cell in his body was wailing and freezing.

Overcoming his shock, Ron asked, "Well, what do we do now?" His voice echoed in the empty room like velvet brushing against ancient stone walls.

"Let's look around first!" Harry suggested. He felt his toes starting to stiffen and wanted to walk in space to warm up.

Hermione's voice was a little nervous: "Be careful, don't pass through anyone's body." She reminded everyone to pay attention to the ghosts around them, so as not to accidentally bump into a ghost's body, which would be a very weird and uncomfortable experience.

At Hermione's reminder, the four began to walk cautiously in the ghost party, and the mystery and weirdness of this Deathday party increased a bit more in their hearts.

They walked slowly and carefully around the edge of the dance floor, as if they were carefully exploring an unknown maze, taking each step gently so as not to disturb the ghosts immersed in their own world.

Hermione's voice was low and rapid, as if it could ignite the tense atmosphere around them at any time, "We'd better not disturb them. They all have their own tragic stories and are bound to this place."

Suddenly, a heavy, almost bloody awareness invaded their consciousness, an unspeakable horror - they saw the Bloody Baron.

This Slytherin ghost, skinny and with staring eyes, seemed like a shadow that refused to rest, shrouded in sadness that was unmoved by time. The chains on his body were rusty, exuding a strong smell of iron and old tragedy.

The ghosts retreated in fear, leaving a large empty space around him. The black fog there was almost solidified, forming an area that no one dared to invade.

They quickened their pace, trying to get further away.