Chapter 108 Sir Nicholas's Death Anniversary

It was not until Halloween that Fan Lin ended his punishment work. Although there was some help from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as the active maintenance of Gryffindor from time to time, this job still left Fan Lin. It was a big inconvenience, at least the person who slept the last was Hermione instead of him.

Now, Fan Lin could finally solve those damn stains with a wave of a magic wand, which made Fan Lin very happy.

However, this good mood did not last long. Originally, today was the Halloween banquet, but the four of them could not enjoy the food at the Hogwarts banquet.

Because Harry got help from Sir Nicholas at some point, Harry agreed to attend the death anniversary banquet hosted by Sir Nicholas on Halloween night.

Sir Nicholas died on that day. As to whether it was hundreds of years ago, even Sir Nicholas could not remember.

As the ghost of Gryffindor, Sir Nicholas is not hated, but who would take the initiative to get close to a ghost?

The feeling of being penetrated by a ghost is really exciting, and it is guaranteed to make you experience the feeling of winter for a second in summer.

As Harry's best buddies, Harry naturally roped in the three of Fan Lin. As the old Chinese saying goes, the three of them share blessings and share hardships. Just like that, when everyone was having a dinner to celebrate, Leaving the warm hall and coming to the underground where no light can be seen.

It is said that Dumbledore also specially booked a skeleton dance team for Halloween.

Just thinking about it makes people feel creepy. A bunch of gloomy skeletons and skeletons are trying to make graceful postures with their pale bone sticks. No matter what, the picture will be filled with all kinds of disharmony.

Even so, this is still better than meeting ghosts from all over the world.

The hall was decorated with live bats, and Hagrid's large pumpkin was made into a lantern, big enough for four people to sit in.

However, the four little Gryffindor wizards were destined to not enjoy all this. At seven o'clock sharp, they had to leave the hall.

"I hope there will be pumpkin pie at Sir Nicholas's dinner party." Harry held on to his last bit of fantasy.

"If ghosts can taste food, Harry..." Fan Lin was speechless, "In fact, I would rather go back earlier. I asked Neville to bring us something to eat, using my pocket."

"That's great. I also asked Ginny to bring some of everything for us." Hermione said quickly, "I don't think there will be food for people to eat at the ghost's dinner party."

The aisle leading to Sir Nicholas's death party was lined with candles, but they did not make people feel happy.

The long, thin black candles, whose flames were bright blue, cast dim, ghostly shadows on their faces.

Every step they took down. The temperature will drop a bit. Fanlin had to cast a warming spell on Harry and Ron. It was too cold here.

A strange sound became clearer as the four people walked in. Fan Lin heard a sound that sounded like thousands of nails grabbing a huge blackboard.

"This isn't music, is it?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Sir Nicholas standing by a doorway hung with a black and purple curtain.

"My dear friends," he said sadly, "welcome, welcome...it is so sad that you can come..."

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

The scene inside is unbelievable. Hundreds of pale, transparent figures in the house floated on the dance floor, waltzing to horrible, creepy music. On the platform under the black screen, a symphony orchestra was vigorously pulling thirty chainsaws. A chandelier overhead glowed blue. Their breath turned to mist; it was like walking into a refrigerator.

"Let's take a walk around?" Harry suggested, wanting to stretch his numb feet from the cold.

"Be careful not to cross others," Fanlin said solemnly, "It's very rude."

They walked along the side of the stage. They saw a group of gloomy-looking nuns; a ragged man in shackles; and fat Farrell, a cheerful Hufflepuff ghost. He was talking to a knight with an arrow stuck between his eyebrows. Harry was not surprised to see Barrow covered in blood - a haggard Slytherin ghost.

The arrival of the four people also attracted the attention of all the ghosts. Four living people appeared at a ghost's death anniversary party, and their youthful energy greatly benefited them.

"They are all looking at us." Harry said nervously. In fact, Harry regretted this decision very much, but he still felt at ease with dragging everyone into trouble.

"Oh, no," Hermione said suddenly. "Come back and turn your head, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle—"

"Who?" Fan Lin asked. They turned back immediately.

"She's always scary in the women's room on the first floor."

"Is she scaring people in the toilet?" Fan Lin was a little confused. Except for Peeves, no ghost in Hogwarts seemed to do such a thing.

"Yeah, she threw a tantrum there and flooded the toilet and it was a mess there all year. I wouldn't go there if I could. It was horrible to hear her cry when I went to the toilet - —”

"Hey, Harry, the food you asked for is here." Ron shouted, and a large number of trays suddenly appeared on a table not far away.

They walked over eagerly and were stunned by what they saw. A large rotten fish was placed on a silver plate, a cake that was burned like coal was placed on a tray, a large piece of cheese covered with green hair and worms, and a huge tombstone-shaped gray cake with tar written on it: Mr. Nicholas Demis Poppingerton died on October 1, 149.

At this time, a strong ghost approached the table, bent down, and passed through the food, his mouth opened wide to pass through a stinking salmon.

"Can you taste anything when you pass through the food?" asked Fanlin.

"A little bit!" The ghost replied sadly, and then floated away.

"I think they let the food rot on purpose to get those smells." Hermione said with sudden enlightenment. She pinched her nose and approached a plate of rotten animal livers.

"Let's go, I don't feel well." Harry said with some nausea.

As soon as they turned around, a little man floated out from under the table, suspended in the air, and stopped in front of them.

"Hello, Peeves," Harry said carefully.

The mischievous ghost wore a bright yellow party hat, a spinning bow tie, and a broad smile on his face. In comparison, he was the least pale and transparent.

"Want a bite?" he asked sweetly, picking up a plate of moldy peanuts.

"No, thank you," Hermione said quickly.

"I heard you say bad things about poor Myrtle," Peeves' eyes sparkled. "You were not polite to Myrtle." He took a deep breath and shouted, "Ah, Myrtle!" (To be continued)