Chapter 870 Death Anniversary Party

"Death anniversary party?!"

Hermione said cheerfully, her eyes sparkling.

"I bet not many people alive will have the opportunity to attend such an evening - it must be quite magical!"

By this time, they had finished their dinner and returned to the luxurious dormitory of Hufflepuff House.

"A gathering of ghosts, this is indeed a very interesting thing."

Luna was rarely on the same side as Hermione. She was lying limply on the bed, letting the head coach's lady gently pat her arms and calves, giving her a relaxing massage after Quidditch training.

"Compared to the Halloween party that you can see every year, once you miss this invitation, you don't know how long you have to wait..."

"But aren't we going to have dinner?"

Hannah hesitated, "I mean, the food provided by the ghosts at the party is probably not suitable for living people..."

"We can eat a little first, or we can sneak to the auditorium to attend the banquet after it's over."

Elena quickly replied disapprovingly, while reading "Hogwarts: A History of the School" at the desk, while thoughtfully sketching on the "Famous Wizards of the Middle Ages" on the side.

"Besides, the banquet is prepared by the Hogwarts kitchen. Nick's current request is to prepare some food with 'strong flavor' and 'shocking images'. I will try my best to take into account our stomachs and the spiritual experience of the ghosts - this is Just like Halloween decoration elements, it can be biased towards horror style or fairy tale cheerful."

“Why would anyone want to celebrate the day of their death?”

Danilova sat on the edge of the bed, tilted her head and slowly dried her wet hair with a towel, and asked in confusion.

"Anyway, it sounds depressing to me..."

"Well, there are many explanations for this. I prefer the "birthday theory" - if you regard a wizard's life before death and after death as two periods of life, then when he turns into a ghost, wouldn't it be Is it equivalent to a new beginning in life?"

This time it was Hermione who answered. She recalled the introductions she had read and spoke uncertainly.

"That's what I say, but I also feel..."

At this moment, the flames in the fireplace outside the bedroom suddenly turned green.

The next moment, a cute little fat chicken flew out from inside.

Guhahahaha——

"Reserve food?! How do you...wait-"

Hannah looked in shock at the little chubby cock that landed on Elena's shoulder and rubbed the girl affectionately.

"It's just a Floo fan, what's weird about this."

Elena took the letter from the food reserve and explained casually.

"I forgot to tell you before. The name of our room is now called 'Guhahahaha'."

In order to ensure smooth communication, she specifically asked Dumbledore to use the principal's authority to name this bedroom. In addition to the cry of food reserves, another layer of protection is the blockade of the local area network - the fireplace connected here is limited to this Inside a castle.

As for the IQ of the food reserve, in Elena's opinion, it may be smarter than Dumbledore's big turkey.

Elena shook off the letter and looked carefully at the "Queen's" inquiry that she marked as urgent.

really--

A flash of understanding flashed in the young Dark Lord's eyes.

There was only a very simple and clueless reply on the letter.

"1350-1492: No such person found."

There is no wizard named "Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington" in the records of Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Just like Helena Ravenclaw, who now goes by the pseudonym "Lady Grey", "Sir Nicholas" is obviously a non-existent pseudonym, or a "personality nickname" - which is not common in the wizarding world. Not uncommon.

But the problem is that Sir Nicholas happened to be recorded in many books.

There are historical documents that can be consulted, friends that can be used as proof, and a complete life... But in the reflection of the real world, there are no traces of survival, which reminded Elena of an interesting thing.

With a long history, good reputation, ancient and pure - [Apocalis Family].

"Kenaz—"

Elena flicked her fingers, and a wisp of flame quickly engulfed the note in her hand.

"Who are you, and...what are you hiding? Dear Mr. Nicholas."

…

Halloween.

It was still raining heavily outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink.

The common room of Gryffindor House was bright and cheerful, with countless soft armchairs illuminated by the firelight. Young wizards sat in it reading, playing chess, and chatting. The professors mercifully did not assign too many homework, so that The students were able to welcome the Halloween banquet later in a relatively happy and relaxed mood.

Except Miss Hermione Granger, who had some extra homework to finish.

"This is completely unbelievable. They must have used magic to cheat..."

Hermione muttered reluctantly as she completed the last of her advanced mathematics homework exercises.

"Why can Professor Lockhart memorize an entire dictionary in half a day? I'm not complaining... I just think, Elena, is there something you're not telling me... This is so unreasonable, human Memory has its limits.”

Ever since she followed Elena to the outside of the school on the weekend and saw the so-called "adult world", Hermione's original impetuousness and pride had been mostly smoothed away almost overnight - perhaps in Hogwarts. She is considered to be extremely outstanding among her peers, but when she was in the "Academy City" research institute, she was only a little smart.

Not to mention those foreign scholars who were almost monsters, even her "classmates" were much better than her.

In addition to her, Professor Lockhart and Professor Quirrell were also there on weekends to tutor on Muggle knowledge.

As a member of the "Magic-Science" cram school in the same period, the last person in each test will be punished - double the homework of other students, and Hermione received almost 90% of the punishment.

"Perhaps this is talent, otherwise how could someone become a professor——"

Elena shrugged, frowning as she looked at a document on the history of the Tudor dynasty in her hand.

During this period, later generations of British authors who studied the Tudor Dynasty had not published books yet. Even if Gringotts Wizarding Bank launched a financial offensive, they could only find a bunch of troublesome historical materials in a short period of time.

Just like the feedback from Gringotts, if you check "Nearly Headless Nick" in "The Ghost of Hogwarts" and his own description, you can't find any similar records in the Henry VII period - Perhaps it is normal for other countries and other wizards, but it would be too strange for the Tudor Dynasty, which attaches great importance to the title system.

What's even more weird is that in Hogwarts, both the books and the ghosts' dictation results are surprisingly consistent.

"Granger, do you remember how many versions there were when we looked up the time when Hogwarts was founded?"

Elena tapped her fingers on the cover of the book and asked softly, thoughtfully.

"About four or five versions. After all, it was many years ago... Recording discrepancies are very common."

Hermione was working on her homework without raising her head, and said casually with some irritation.

"Why are you asking this? Let me tell you first. I don't have time to help you sort out the history of magic recently - are all the people living in the Mendeleev Institute and the Landau Institute monsters? This level of difficulty Your homework is not considered entry-level?"

"In a sense, you can understand it...but you are also very powerful."

Elena glanced at the pile of exercises Hermione was about to finish writing in her hand, and played with her hair guiltily.

You know, she originally arranged the intensity of study with the idea of ​​letting Hermione give up.

Who knew that it would stimulate Hermione's motivation. After realizing that there were more geniuses in the world, Hermione Granger, after being depressed for less than half a day, completely corrected her mentality and showed up in a shocking way. The speed is starting to get used to it.

Fortunately, the simple "Calculator Ji" hasn't realized that she has been cheated yet.

At least at this stage, Elena, who relies on her foresight to put forward various ideas and discuss scientific research directions with top scholars in a decent manner, is still quite intimidating - although such time may not be long...

However, there is no need to think so much about these things in the future for the time being.

"Aren't there any wrong versions or deviations... What a pity -"

Elena's eyes paused for a moment on the material describing the "Tudor Dynasty" in her hand. If even Professor Binns, who has always been loyal to the historical truth, was involved, then according to the coincidence theory, all the motives and answers would be completely put together. .

If nothing else, tonight’s 500th anniversary performance will be the last performance.

In this case……

Elena's eyes lingered in the Gryffindor common room for a few seconds.

At this moment, most of the students, including Luna and Hannah, were curiously gathered around a large table by the fireplace.

In the center of the table lay a bright orange lizard - this was secretly "rescued" by the Weasley twins from Magical Beasts Class - and they were about to feed it some magic fireworks to see what effect it would have.

"Ahem, hey, guys-"

Elena closed the book in her hand, jumped onto the table, and clapped her hands vigorously.

"Tonight there is a "once-in-a-lifetime", "exciting", "Gryffindor-exclusive" special Halloween party in the basement - "Nearly Headless Nick" has organized a party for the 500th anniversary of his death - Hogg Watts Kitchen has opened a flame cooking show there, and there will also be a performance by the Headless Hunters..."

She raised her eyebrows, a glimmer of light flashed across her delicate face, and she whispered seductively.

"The only unfortunate thing is that the time slightly conflicts with the banquet in the school auditorium. I'm afraid you have to make a choice between enjoying the pumpkin lanterns, bat decorations, and the skeleton dance group's performance-"

"Nick's party?! Why didn't you tell me about such an interesting thing earlier!"

"What are you waiting for? Halloween, ghost party - only a fool would miss it!"

Fred and George's eyes lit up and they spoke quickly.

Like the two of them, almost all the Gryffindor students echoed excitedly.

Once-in-a-lifetime, exclusive to Gryffindor, exciting...

These adjectives are a must-have for little lions who are naturally adventurous!

"Elena, I'm afraid this is a bit..."

Percy Weasley frowned and said hesitantly.

Looking around at the excited crowd, Percy was a little worried that when the Hogwarts banquet started, there would be no one at the Gryffindor House table, as they all went to attend Nick's death anniversary party.

If such a scene really happened, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall would probably go crazy, right? !

"Don't worry, Percy - it would be unreasonable not to go!"

Elena shook her finger proudly and said seriously.

"Gryffindor students, what's wrong with attending the death anniversary party of the resident ghost of Gryffindor House on Halloween? In fact, in my opinion, we not only have to go, but we have to go in a grand and fair way!"

"But I still feel..."

Before Percy could finish his words, suddenly, the unattended salamander on the table jumped into the air, spinning wildly in the room, crackling with sparks, and accompanied by an explosion, which interrupted the moment. Percy's train of thought.

"Fred! George! Are you going to set the lounge on fire?"

Percy waved his wand to extinguish the flying sparks and scolded his two brothers.

The salamander's mouth sprays orange-red stars, which is very beautiful and spectacular. Within seconds, it fled into the fireplace with a series of explosions, leaving the Gryffindor common room in chaos.

"Uh - accident, accident -"

"Oh, by the way, I'll inform other students——"

George and Fred glanced at Percy, who looked unhappy, and quickly slipped from the lounge to the boys' dormitory.

…

So, at seven o'clock.

Elena, Luna, Hannah, Danilova, and a group of Gryffindor students set off from the Gryffindor lounge in a mighty manner and walked straight through a doorway-that doorway happened to lead to to the crowded central auditorium.

There were lights and colorful decorations there, the candlelight was shining, and the table was filled with gold plates, which was very attractive.

However, the huge crowd did not waver at all and walked across the auditorium towards the underground classroom without looking back.

The aisle leading to the death anniversary party was also simply decorated. Nick originally planned to use some dark, thin candles - these candles had been piled up in the warehouse for a long time and no one had used them - but since there were After receiving the full support of the "Dean" of Hogwarts, there is no need to be so strapped in terms of funds.

Candles half as tall as a person and burning with blue flames were suspended on both sides, lighting up one after another in accordance with the footsteps of the students.

The temperature seems to be a little colder than before, but each student is holding a small pumpkin lantern that comes with the Hogwarts kitchen. In the soft orange firelight swaying, it doesn't really make people feel cold. How cold it is.

At this time, Hermione and the others heard a sound, as if a woman was humming a sad melody in the distance.

"This is the siren's song. If you don't pay, it won't be that good..."

Elena whispered, showing off proudly to Hermione and others.

Then, they turned a corner and saw the almost headless Nick standing in a doorway. He was covered with a black velvet curtain that didn't fit well. He didn't look so noble, but rather funny.

"My dear friends," Nick said with infinite sadness, "Welcome, welcome... you can come, I really..."

Nearly headless Nick's voice suddenly stopped, like a frog that was suddenly caught.

His eyes fell on the mighty Gryffindor army behind Elena. The feathered hat was shaking. Nick looked at those familiar faces blankly. This seemed to be different from the scene he had imagined before.

"This, this is..."

"Oh, didn't you say before that I could invite some friends over?"

Elena smiled shyly and pointed proudly at the people behind her.

"It's true to our mission, you see - except for Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Black, and Professor Lupin, almost all of us in Gryffindor House are here - I guess the professors will also be here later. will come."

"Uh, uh--" Nick, who was almost headless, opened his mouth and made a vague sound.

"What's wrong, Nick...aren't you happy?" Elena asked innocently.

"Welcome! Welcome... I'm so happy that you can come..."

He came to his senses, took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited the students in.

Looking at the Gryffindor students filing in, the almost headless Nick couldn't help but sigh softly - Professor Binns was right to remind him that he should keep a little distance from Miss Kaslana, she So unpredictable…

Fortunately, by the time today's death anniversary party is over, everything should come to an end.

At this moment, a light sigh suddenly came from Nick's ear.

"What a spectacular sight. I guess the performance will be quite exciting..."

Elena stood by the door, looking at the lively scene not far away, with a hint of devilish cunning at the corner of her mouth.

"You think so? In this case, you will have successfully and completely killed the wizard named Thomas Cromwell, and by the way, you will completely bury the past events of the Tudor Dynasty in the dust of history. Right? The Honorable Sir Nicholas…oh no, or should I say now, the Honorable Earl Isaacs.”

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