The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The next day, morning.

The heavy rain that lasted for more than ten days finally stopped. There was a damp chill in the air, but it was refreshing and made breathing easier. The sky after the rain seems to have been washed by a cleaning spell, showing a clear blue like the forget-me-not flower.

Recently, the training volume of the Gryffindor Quidditch team has increased to a terrifying level, and training in heavy rain has become the norm. Every time Harry and Ron came back they were covered in mud, and Filch scolded them many times when they were cleaning the corridors.

Both twins said that if they were caught red-handed, they would be hung in the corridor and whipped by Filch.

Ron was inspired by Go and designed a number of tactics to target Slytherin's speed advantage. He hit it off with Wood and became the team's recognized reserve. He had to direct every training session off the court and was responsible for monitoring Colin. Responsibilities.

Colin Creevey, Harry's number one fan, even braved heavy rain to watch Harry's heroic performance during training. Wood didn't believe this argument at all, and seriously suspected that he was a spy sent by Slytherin House to learn about tactics, and asked Ron to keep an eye on him.

In short, the little wizards are ordinary and busy in late October.

In the dormitory, Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville were still sleeping.

Loren casually put on the thick sweater Mrs. Weasley had knitted for him, then wrapped him in the winter magic robe, washed up and walked out of the dormitory despite being sleepy.

On the sofa in the common room, a woman with a beautiful face was sitting, holding her notebook. She looked so focused that it was hard to take your eyes away. Hermione waited for him in the common room early and took the time to review the 173 common Animagus animals.

Feeling that the sofa next to her had collapsed, Hermione raised her eyes and looked at him carefully, frowning slightly.

Loren yawned and grinned at her: "Good morning!"

"Good morning."

Hermione put her notebook into the cross-body bag, stood up and walked out, preparing to have breakfast. "It hasn't started snowing yet, and you won't be able to get up in the morning."

"It's not because of the weather that I want to stay in bed, I'm just really sleepy." Loren Anxin followed her downstairs, with sleepy tears in his eyes. He couldn't see the road clearly and didn't want to bother dealing with the winding stairs at all.

"What did you do last night?"

"Fight monsters and maintain peace in the castle."

Because it was the weekend, there were very few young wizards who got up early, and they met no one on the road. They arrived at the auditorium smoothly. The hot steam contains the tempting aroma of food, which just refreshes Loren.

Grilled waffles, bacon, ham and sausage, grapefruit cut in half, two drinks, hot milk and orange juice.

Loren reached out his hand, took a portion of each of these, and put it on his plate.

Hermione watched his movements, took half of his food, and asked while eating: "Have you copied the notes I lent you?"

"It's copied. Don't you trust me yet?"

Hermione was worried that he would only copy and recite the underlined key points, so she opened her mouth to test other knowledge points: "What is the time point for holding Mandrake in the mouth?"

Loren buried her head in the plate and swallowed the food in big mouthfuls: "Well, until the full moon, well, until the next full moon."

"What materials should be put into the crystal bottle?"

"Saliva, mandrake, a strand of hair, a teaspoon of dew and the pupa of the Grimace Hawkmoth..."

When the little wizard near them heard this, he was trembling and shouting in his heart: This is the weekend! It's breakfast time!

Suddenly, the scene in front of them made them tremble even more. A transparent ghost head flew out from under the fruit salad plate. The adhering skin and muscles on the erection neck stretched very long, and finally pulled out Nick's body. .

The faces of several young wizards turned pale on the spot. Their throats were moving up and down, and they kept using swallowing movements to suppress their throbbing stomachs and suppress the feeling of vomiting.

Hermione also turned pale, and after swallowing the last piece of bacon in her mouth with difficulty, she gave him a strong condemnation with her eyes.

Loren was the only one who didn't change his expression. He drank the milk, swallowed the waffles in his mouth, and burped at the ghost. He smiled and said, "Good morning, Sir Nicholas."

Nick looked at him with a resentful expression: "I'm not good. That Professor Lockhart you found arranged the anniversary of my death, as if he was the owner of it."

Arranging venue decorations, preparing party food, instructing the elves to rehearse the party's procedures, and even his inscription on the tombstone cake were all taken over by Lockhart on the grounds that his handwriting was more beautiful.

This is not Nick's 500th death anniversary, it's clearly Lockhart's ghost party.

Loren frowned. If he affected the party because he deceived Lockhart, then he had tricked Nick. He asked worriedly: "Is Lockhart here? Will he ruin your death anniversary party?"

"No, he did a good job." Nick said aggrievedly.

Lockhart had gone through countless autograph sessions and had extensive experience in this kind of party scene. Under his command, the elf arranged the venue in an orderly manner so that the ghost could not find any faults.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh softly, and Nick's transparent face turned darker. He said dullly: "I'm going back to continue rehearsing my poetry recitation. Please remember to attend my party."

"Look, your teasing upset Nick."

"Obviously you tricked Lockhart into attending the party to make him unhappy."

…

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, Halloween is here.

As if to set off the Halloween atmosphere, it began to rain heavily outside the castle. Dark clouds as thick as ink covered the sky, making it impossible to let out any light. The dome of the castle was also replaced by a scene of heavy rain, and deafening thunder would sound from time to time. It was unclear whether it was the real sound outside or an illusion created by magic.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

A group of little wizards gathered together, screaming and counting down. George aimed at a huge pumpkin lantern hanging in the air and threw in a bunch of colorful firecrackers.

With a sound of "Boom!", an explosion occurred inside the jack-o'-lantern that could accommodate three or five people sitting inside.

A puff of blue smoke emerged from the hollow gap, and the live bats hidden in the jack-o'-lanterns rushed out and flew around in the mid-air of the auditorium. Other live bats used for decoration were disturbed and flew around squeaking.

Several lively white mice burst out of the colorful firecrackers, and landed on the little wizard watching the fun below, causing a burst of squeaking and screaming.

The little wizard next to him who was not affected laughed happily.

At the guest of honor seat, Hagrid was so happy that his beard kept swaying. He said to Professor McGonagall: "Even if one day the two Weasley boys blow up the school, I won't be surprised, hahaha!"

On this special holiday, Professor McGonagall was rarely angry, but also smiled.

Loren and his party were playing in the auditorium until seven o'clock, then reluctantly prepared to go to the banquet.

"I heard that Principal Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe. I don't even want to go to the ghost party." Seamus said reluctantly.

Ron played with the plush stuffed animal that came out of the colorful firecrackers, and also expressed regret: "Why doesn't magic have the ability to clone itself? Then I can attend two banquets at the same time and enjoy double the happiness."

Harry and Neville nodded sharply.

"We must abide by the agreement! We said we were going to attend the death anniversary party!" Hermione couldn't stand the nagging behavior of several people, so she dragged Loren quickly through the passage and headed to the basement.

Loren was very innocent: "Eh!? Don't worry! I still want to see if George and Fred can blow up the jack-o-lantern on Dumbledore's head!"

The corridor in the basement was filled with thin candles. The wax was dark and glowed with blue light when burning. It looked eerie when it shone on the faces of living people. Every time the young wizards took a step, the temperature dropped by one point, and Harry's teeth were shaking and chattering when they reached the door.

He pressed against Hermione, and the little witch felt warm and soft, like a small stove. There is no death anniversary banquet plot in the movie, so it shouldn't matter. Loren felt that tonight was safe and he could enjoy the festive banquet leisurely.

The welcome music is the sound of fingernails scraping against the blackboard, creating a rhythm that makes people's skin crawl.

Nick stood at the door, with a black velvet curtain covering his body. He said with infinite sadness: "My dear friends, welcome, welcome... you——"

Before he could finish speaking, Lockhart, wearing a fancy gold-blue dress, came out. He took off his hat and circled it twice in his hands before bowing gracefully.

Loren didn't react, and was stunned for a moment.

"My dear friends!" Lockhart winked at them, "Yes, on this special holiday, don't think of me as a serious professor, I am your close friend!"

"I'm so happy that you can come. Anyway, welcome to Porpington's 500th anniversary party!" Lockhart warmly greeted them to go inside, and then waved to Nick standing at the door, "Welcome here Just leave it to me, go and prepare for your show, you are the protagonist today~"

Loren and others had complicated expressions. They seemed to understand why Nick was infinitely depressed. This will change who is not depressed.

The temperature in this underground classroom is extremely low, and a living person can spit out clouds of mist with just one breath. It was packed with hundreds of milky white, translucent figures. They danced around on the central dance floor, dancing the dance of ghosts.

It's just that the background music is creepy, and the sound of the bowstring being pulled on the saw is the same as the sound of fingernails scraping against a blackboard, which makes people's skin crawl.

The ghost of a sullen nun, the ghost of a man in chains and ragged clothes, the fat monk, Myrtle, the Bloody Baron...

Neville trembled and hid behind Seamus and Dean, but he wanted to take a look, take a look, retract, take a look, retract, the timid look was funny.

"Hey, don't be afraid, they can't hurt you."

"I...I know, but I'm still afraid..."

The little wizards got used to it for a while, and after confirming that there was no danger, they divided into several waves to look around. Harry and Ron went to find Nick; Seamus, Dean and Neville went around to see strange ghosts.

Loren and Hermione headed to the food area together.

The long table was covered with black velvet and smelled bad. There were chunks of rotten meat, the lamb belly was filled with squirming insects, and the cheese was covered in mold and green hairs.

The tombstone cake that Nick longed for was placed in the middle. The outer shell had been baked into a gray-brown char, and two lines of beautiful cursive characters were written on it with tar-like frosting:

[Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington

Died on October 31, 1492]

Myrtle didn't know when she floated next to the two of them, and whispered sadly: "Even if the food is rotten like this, the ghost's body cannot feel it."

"Oh, Myrtle!" Hermione panicked, "No, I mean, good evening, Myrtle."

Moaning Myrtle's name is very popular among girls. Many people have warned Hermione not to go to the girls' bathroom on the second floor. It is best to turn around and leave if you encounter Myrtle.

Myrtle seemed to understand what she was thinking: "Good evening, Miss Granger. Don't worry, it's been a long time since I screamed at anyone since Loren fixed my toilet."

But your toilet is in the girls' bathroom!

Hermione's eyes widened, and she looked at Myrtle and then at Loren, with disbelief written all over her face.

"This matter is very complicated. I will explain it to you slowly in the future." Loren reached out and closed her shocked jaw.

Myrtle suddenly let out a high-pitched laugh: "I won't disturb you anymore. The Headless Hunters are here. I'm going to watch the show in front."

She quickly floated to the front row of the dance floor.

Other ghosts seemed to have similar feelings. The band suddenly stopped playing and the underground classroom fell into silence. Many ghosts looked around excitedly.

As a horn blew, twelve ghost horses rushed out of the wall. The knights on the horses held their heads in their hands, using their heads as props to perform various acrobatic and difficult movements.

During the performance, the applause never stopped, and it was obvious that the Headless Hunters were very famous in the ghost community. Ten minutes later, they dispersed and rushed into the ghost group, receiving a warm welcome.

Then, Lockhart's voice sounded: "Wonderful performance! I have never seen such a wonderful performance in my many years of adventure. Then I announce! The Death Anniversary Party! Officially begins!"

"Please Nick!"

All the candles in the underground classroom were extinguished, and Nick slowly floated down from the ceiling, singing affectionately with a deep voice: "Which wizard would not make this kind of mistake? When you are busy and tired, a trivial mistake will kill me immediately. I I found that my head was about to be chopped off..."

Beneath Nick's soulful poetry, Harry heard another familiar voice.

"...Tear you apart...Tear you apart...Kill you..."

More horrifying, more creepy, and more murderous!

Different from before, this time he clearly heard the direction from which the sound came. It was upstairs, moving quickly in one direction! It's like I'm chasing something!

Harry's first reaction was to look at Lockhart next to the dance floor... Yes, Lockhart must be attracting attention here, and his dark magic items took the opportunity to commit murders on it.

He put his ear against the wall, listening intently, sensing the direction of the sound.

Ron asked strangely: "Harry, how did you -"

"Stop talking yet!" Harry heard the voice again.

"...I'm so hungry...it's been a long, long time..."

"...Kill...it's time..."

Ignoring other unnecessary thoughts, Harry picked up Ron and ran upstairs...