Together [HP]

"There are live bats." On the afternoon of Halloween, Jacqueline sat in the dining room early and watched Professor Flitwick decorate the dining room with a spell.

"We've promised." Pansy opened the book and moved the bowl of bonbon pudding aside.

"It's such a big pumpkin lantern, it seems that people can easily sit in it."

"We should go to the basement classroom at seven o'clock in the evening."

"I heard that Professor Dumbledore ordered a skeleton dance troupe, and the house elves even made a very tall skull cake."

"Jacqueline." Pansy put down the quill in his hand and said word by word, "We promised others. As a pure-blood magician, don't you think you should be responsible for what you said?"

"You promised someone else." Jacqueline pushed away the potion note in front of her, picked up a sandwich, and took a big bite. "I remember very clearly that I never promised such a thing."

"Jacqueline, you are not afraid, are you?"

"Pansy, why should we give up such a grand, beautiful, Halloween celebration to attend someone else's death anniversary ceremony."

"Jacqueline, don't worry, there is enough food for you at the ceremony."

"You're right, Pansy." Jacqueline raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know that ghosts don't need to eat? I assure you, there won't be any food in there."

"But it also invited the Gryffindor trio." Pansy put down the quill in his hand, and put the books and workbooks back into the bag, "Besides, it's a banquet, at least there will be something to eat. Alright," Pansy pulled Jacqueline up, "it's almost seven o'clock, let's go."

"The food there must not be as delicious as here." Jacqueline pouted, looking at the gold plate on the table, but she could only sigh, and walked towards the basement classroom.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was already lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant: they were dark, thin candles that flickered as they burned. The blue light is gloomy.With every step they took, the temperature dropped.Jacqueline shivered and pulled her clothes tight around herself.At this time, she heard a sound, as if a thousand fingernails were scraping back and forth on a huge blackboard.

"That's also called music." Jacqueline yawned and said in a low voice.They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in black velvet.

"My dear friends," he said with infinite sadness, "welcome, welcome, I am very glad to have you here."

He took off his feathered hat and bowed them in.

The sight was unbelievable.The dungeon was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of whom roamed the crowded dance floor, waltzing and playing music to the eerie, quivering sounds of thirty musical saws. Saw's band sat on a black-clothed stage.A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue glow.The breathing of the two of them formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold room.

"Let's look around," Pansy suggested, trying to warm her feet.

"Maybe you can go get something to eat." Jacqueline looked across the dungeon and closed her eyes.

At the other end of the dungeon was a long desk, also covered with black velvet.Pansy couldn't wait to catch up and walked forward, then stopped in horror, the smell was too bad.

Huge chunks of rotting meat on beautiful silver platters, black, charred cakes piled high on large trays; maggot-infested haggis in abundance, a piece of cheese covered with green hairs.

In the very center of the table stood a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tarred icing spelling out the words: Sir Nicholas Demisy Popington Died 1492st October 10

Then a fat ghost approached the table, crouched down, and walked straight through the middle of the table, his mouth open, just right through a stinking salmon.

"They wouldn't be..." Pansy asked, turning her head.

"Almost." Jacqueline curled her lips. "A ghost once told me that they let the food rot to make the taste stronger."

"Then you hurry up and talk to the 'know-it-all' lady who is staying there, and then we'll go." Pansy stomped her feet to warm herself up, "maybe we can still catch up with the last pudding, if we're lucky, maybe There's still some roast chicken left."

Twelve ghostly horses suddenly galloped from the walls of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on top.All the people attending the party applauded enthusiastically.

The twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, stopped abruptly, stood upright on their hind legs, then kicked their hind hooves and rushed forward.Immediately in front was a huge ghost, with his bearded head tucked under his arm, blowing a horn.He jumped off his horse and held his head high in the air so he could watch the crowd from above (everyone laughed); he strode up to Nearly Headless Nick, flipping his head carelessly Stuff it up your neck.

"Nick!" he yelled. "How are you? Is your head still hanging there?"

He let out a savage laugh and patted Nearly Headless Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick," Nick said stiffly.

"Live people!" Mr. Patrick saw Harry, Ron and Hermione at a glance, and jumped up high in feigned surprise, only to drop his head again (everyone roared with laughter).

"Very interesting," Nearly Headless Nick said sternly.

"Never mind Nick!" cried Mr. Patrick's head from the floor. "He's still mad at us for keeping him out of the Hunters! But I mean, look at this guy..."

"I think," said Harry hastily, seeing Nick's meaningful gaze, "that Nick is pretty scary, and, oh..."

"Ha ha!" cried Mr. Patrick's head, "I guess he told you to say that!"

"Hey, isn't this Jacqueline from the Graham family?" A tall ghost came over on a horse, bent down, looked at Jacqueline and said, "If I remember correctly, today is your birthday Well, happy birthday, I saw a cake there, can I bring it for you?"

"No, thank you, Sir Harris." Jacqueline shook her head.

"Today is your birthday?" Nick floated over, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have invited you over."

"We'd be more than happy to come over, wouldn't we, Jacqueline." Pansy breathed out on her palm and winked at the Gryffindor trio. "I guess you have something to say to Hermione." ,Is it right?"

"I am very grateful for your invitation, Sir Nicholas." Jacqueline glared at Pansy, and then looked at Nick's gaze, "Sir, Sir Nicholas's head is obviously still attached to its neck. In line with the rules of your headless hunters..."