Chapter 110

It was not until Halloween that van Lin finished his punishment work. Although some Harry, Ron and Hermione helped him, and Gryffindor took the initiative to maintain it from time to time, this work still brought great inconvenience to van Lin, at least the person who slept the latest changed from Hermione to him.

Now, finally, with a wave of magic wand to solve those damned stains, which makes van Lin very happy.

However, this good mood did not last long. It was originally a Halloween party, but the four of them could not enjoy the food at Hogwarts.

Since Harry didn't know when he got help from Sir Nicholas, Harry agreed to go to his deathbed party on the night of Halloween.

It was on that day that Sir Nicholas died. As for the fact that it was hundreds of years ago, even Sir Nicholas did not remember.

Sir Nicholas, as the ghost of Gryffindor, is not to be hated, but who will take the initiative to get close to a ghost?

The taste of being pierced by ghosts can be exciting. It can make you experience the feeling of winter for one second in summer.

As Harry's best friend, Harry should have pulled up the three of Fanlin. According to the Chinese ancient saying, the three people who shared weal and woe left the warm hall and went to the invisible underground when everyone had a dinner party to celebrate.

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

It's creepy to think about it. There are a lot of gloomy skeleton frames. They try to make beautiful posture with their pale bone sticks. No matter what, the picture will be filled with all kinds of discord.

Still, it's better than seeing ghosts from all over the world.

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

But the four Gryffindor wizards were doomed to miss it, and at seven o'clock sharp, they had to leave the hall.

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

"If the ghost can taste the food, Harry..." Fanlin was speechless. "In fact, I'd rather go back earlier. I asked Neville to take food for us and use my pocket."

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

The aisle leading to Sir Nicholas's death party was full of candles, but they didn't make people happy.

The long, thin black candle, which was bright blue, cast a dim, ghostly shadow on their faces.

Every step down. The temperature will drop a little bit. Van Lin had to cast a warm-up spell for Harry and Ron. It was too cold here.

A strange sound became more and more clear as the four walked in. Van Lin heard a sound like thousands of nails grasping a huge blackboard.

"Isn't that music?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Sir Nicholas standing by the door with the dark purple curtain.

"My dear friends," he said sadly, "welcome, welcome It's sad that you can come... "

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

It's unbelievable. In the house, hundreds of pale, transparent people were floating on the dance floor, waltzing to the terrible, creepy music. On the platform under the dark curtain, a symphony orchestra is pulling 30 chainsaws. The overhead chandelier glows blue. Their breath was fogged; it was like walking into a refrigerator.

"Let's walk around and see?" Harry suggested that he wanted to move his numb feet.

"Be careful not to pass through others," said Fanlin solemnly. "It's impolite."

They walked along the edge of the stage. They saw a group of sombre nuns; a ragged man in fetters; and fat Farrell, a happy ghost of hefpaff. He was talking to a knight with an arrow in his brow. Harry was not surprised to see barrow covered in blood, a haggard ghost of Slytherin.

The arrival of the four also won the attention of all the ghosts. At a ghost's death party, there were four living people. Their young Qi and blood made them very useful.

"They're all looking at us." Harry said nervously. In fact, Harry regrets this decision very much, but for pulling people into the water, Harry is more comfortable.

"Oh, no," said Hermione suddenly. "Come back and turn my head around, I don't want to talk to the crying Myrtle --"

"who?" Asked Fanlin. They turned back immediately.

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

"She's scary in the bathroom?" Fanlin was puzzled that no one in Hogwarts, except Pippi, seemed to have done such a thing."Yes, she lost her temper there, flooded the toilet, and it was a mess all year round. If I could, I would never go there. It's terrible to hear her cry when you go to the bathroom - "

" Hey, Harry, here's your food. " Ron yelled, and suddenly a large number of trays appeared on a table not far away.

They walked over eagerly and were stunned. There was a large rotten fish on a silver plate, a coal burning cake on a tray, a large green hairy moth crawling cheese, and a huge tombstone shaped gray cake, which read in Tar: Nicholas demis popington died on October 31, 1492.

Here's a robust ghost approaching the table, bending down through the food, his mouth wide open, through a stinking salmon.

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

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

"I think they wanted the taste because they wanted the food to rot Hermione said suddenly. She held her nose close to a plate of rotten animal livers.

"Let's go. I don't feel well." Harry said something queasy.

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

"Hello, pimp." Harry said hello carefully.

The troublemaker wore a bright yellow party hat, a spinning bow tie, and a broad face with a smile. He's the least transparent.

"Take a bite?" He picked up a plate of moldy peanuts and asked sweetly.

"No, thank you." Said Hermione immediately.

"I heard you speak ill of poor myrtle," said the peeves. "You're not polite to maitole." He took a deep breath and yelled, "ah, Myrtle!"

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