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You know, it was also on such a festival that he bought a gift for Vega, but she sent it back and had to give it to Dumbledore.

It was a painful experience.

It just occurred to him that a ghost would celebrate the day of his death, and it was so much fun—like a living person celebrating his birthday.

I learned in class that people look forward to gifts when they celebrate their birthdays.

So, for ghosts, giving gifts on the occasion of death is also a kind of etiquette, right?

"Maybe—" Hermione looked away from the book, hesitating, "Harry, what did Nick tell you?" ”

"He didn't ask for anything else," Harry recalled, "Nick just begged me to mention to Mr. Patrick that Nick was particularly scary and impressive—"

Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't made it clear what had happened. So when he returned from training, he met a sullen Nick, who was caught by Filch because of the mud dripping on the floor, and was rescued by Nick and promised to participate in the banquet.

The three of them fell into deep thought.

"Hey, guys," Ron was a little surprised, "it sounds like you all said yes - I don't understand why anyone would celebrate the day of their death?" It sounds weirdly dull ......"

"Isn't it interesting?" Castor was a little confused.

"I bet there aren't many people alive who can say they've ever been to this kind of party - it's amazing!" Hermione's interest was also high.

Harry and Ron glared at the two of them.

Harry actually regretted it. If it weren't for the fact that Nick had distracted him from dropping a cabinet upstairs in Filch's office, and he hadn't even been punished for being in school—he wouldn't have easily agreed to his request.

This regret is even stronger on Halloween night.

The rest of the school can happily participate in the Halloween feast. Sure enough, the auditorium was already decorated with live bats as usual. Hagrid's huge pumpkin was carved into a lantern large enough for three people to sit in. It was also rumored that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

Casto ignored Harry's regret and Ron's helplessness. At seven o'clock in the evening, he and Hermione walked in the front row, straight through the doorway, which led right into the crowded auditorium.

Castor only glanced through the door. It is very inviting, with its lights and candles, and gold plates on the table. But they still walked in the direction of the basement classroom.

He looked with interest at the aisle leading to the party. The aisles were also lit with candles, but with a very different effect: they were small, black, thin candles that shimmered blue when they burned, and even when they shone on their four faces full of life, they looked eerie.

Casto exhaled a cloud of mist, but the temperature continued to cool with each step they took. He felt Hermione tighten her clothes beside her.

"It's like being in a snowy mountain - no, it's not enough." Castor suddenly had a familiar feeling.

But the only thing that made Casto uncomfortable was a noise, like a thousand fingernails scraping across a huge blackboard—his hearing was too sensitive.

"Hello, Sir Nicholas of Mimsy." They turned around a corner and said apologetically, "I beg your pardon, we didn't find a gift for you—"

"My dear friends," Nick said in a cheerful tone, but with a deserved sadness on his face—he liked to be called that, "welcome...... Welcome....... I'm glad you're here. ”

He took off his hat with feathers and bowed to invite them in.

The sight was incredible. The underground classroom was filled with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures, mostly wandering the crowded dance grounds, waltzing to the terrible, trembling sound of thirty saws, and the band sat on a stage covered with black cloth. A thousand candles are also lit in a chandelier overhead, emitting a midnight blue glow.

"Shall we take a look around?" Harry made a suggestion to warm his feet.

"I see Barrow the Bloody," Casto said, looking around, "are you going to come with me?" ”

It was the ghost of Slytherin, scrawny, with straight eyes and silver bloodstains, and the other ghosts were making room for him.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a step back in unison.

Casto raised an eyebrow, straightened his outfit again, and skimmed past the ghosts as he headed toward his goal.

.

Castor had always wanted to meet the bloody Barrow.

You know, when you arrive at Hogwarts during your first-year final exams, you happen to meet Peeves, who mistakes Barrow the Bloody for his target - a murderer, or a mad axeman, or Ron, who kills all sides on the chessboard.

Moreover, although Barrow the Bloody is said to be the resident ghost of Slytherin, Casto sometimes glimpses the attitude of the Slytherins towards him - very much - but Barrow has always treated them with indifference.

Barrow the Bloody seems to be dismissive of the vast majority of Slytherins.

As it happens, Castor's impression of Slytherin is not very good either.

At the same time, in order to satisfy his curiosity, Casto went up. Anyway, Barrow the Bloody Man was sitting there, not knowing what he was doing.

But Casto approached, but hesitated.

The Bloody Barrow's eyes were straight, and it was only up to him that he was clearly in a fugue. It's like-- nostalgic for something.

It's like--Seeing things and thinking about people?

Castor sighed and turned back to Harry.

"You...... Very different. A hoarse voice came from behind.

Castor turned to find that the ghost's eyes were still hollow - but with a familiar coldness.

"Now...... Lots of Slytherin...... Disappointing........" he said slowly.

Casto suddenly didn't know how to pick it up, and Barro the Bloody Man seemed to be talking to himself.

"I've seen ...... Gryffindor took the sword......." he said slowly, "Courage....... with recklessness...... Noble...... with pride...... Wisdom...... With a lot of worries...... Be proud of it, and regret it......"

"Are you a philosopher?" Casto didn't understand, "What do you want to warn me?" ”

Barrow the Bloody turned his empty gaze to him.

"I was once noble...... But it's a ......." ghost with an expressionless face, "don't care...... Something about the founder....... Maybe....... It would be wrong......."

Castor was silent. He remembered the sword and the hat.

Which one is at fault?

He sighed. At the same time, he felt his vacant gaze look away.

The hoarse voice didn't continue.

The conversation ended.

"You're not going to sit here all the time and do nothing, are you?" Castor smiled, which made Barrow stunned for a moment.

"So, how about answering some of my questions?" Castor glanced around, and saw only rotting meat on the beautiful silver plate on the table, and a dark, charred cake on the tray. He immediately withdrew his gaze.

Barrow the Bloody man folded his arms and scanned the basement again—as if he didn't find anyone—or, somebody, ignoring him.

He hesitated, then nodded slowly.

.

Casto had never known that there were so many strange things going on at Hogwarts - he was in Nicol. Lemay knew some interesting facts about the wizarding world, and these were things that interested him. You know, Barrow the Bloody Man is also one of the oldest ghosts in the rumor. They didn't say anything heavy about it—though Barrow the Bloody went in a deep direction each time—but Castor was able to pull him back in time.

They only tapped on the Big Four's time slot, and at the mention of Peeves, Barrow the Bloody raised his head with some pride.

Until the noisy headless hunters entered the arena, the bloody Barrow glared at them with some disgust.

"I've got to go, Blake." He said in a low voice, rising up the ceiling.

It was the first time he had spoken in its entirety tonight. Casto figured he hadn't talked like this in a long time.

Casto returned to Harry in awe, and they stayed far away in a corner.

"Attention, now I'm going to speak!" Nick, who was almost headless, said loudly as he strode to the podium into a cold blue spotlight.

"It is with great sorrow that I have great sorrow, my late lords, ladies and gentlemen......"

The rest of the words were no longer heard. Mr. Patrick and the rest of the Headless Hunters played a game of overhead hockey, and everyone turned to watch. Nick, who was almost headless, tried in vain to regain his grip on the audience, but Mr. Patrick's head flew past him in a cheer, and he was defeated.

Casto watched them amusefully, and Nick stood on the stage in frustration.

But Hermione tugged at his arm and pointed at Nick.

Casto remembered his gift.

At this point, they're not going to be attracted by something exploding - they're ghosts who can use terrible noises as background music.

He suddenly had the idea to try it, so he drew his wand.

A thunderous trumpet sounded.

Because of the unique sense of hearing of the ghosts, they did not notice it at first - but as the movement progressed, the overture, the first movement, they already realized - it was like a real thundercloud rolling in their ears, and everyone's soul seemed to vibrate - this was a real "vibration".

The ghosts fell silent, with comfortable expressions.

Caught off guard, Harry, Ron, and Hermione covered their ears, and even Castor's own expression twitched.

Unfinished "Wizard Suite", Muhidora. The thunderous trumpet sound played an extremely important role by Buckvis. The last performance of the track was in 1902 and it shook the Ackley Town Hall. After that, he was banned from performing.

Casto in Nicol. The score was found in a large collection of Lemay's family, as his teacher was an avid opera lover and loved to collect manuscripts of these pieces. And he himself - he has studied music, and among the spells he is proficient in, except for the fluorescent spell, is the onomatopoeia spell.

He played the sound of only one instrument.

There was a faint glow at the tip of Castor's wand, which was light or dark depending on the volume. Seeing that the effect was good, he quickly stopped playing the movement.

There was silence.

"Friends, I think that if we are invited here today, then we should show respect to our host." Castor endured a faint tinnitus and spoke to break the silence.

No ghost objected. They were immersed in the rumbling echoes.

Nick nodded to him gratefully. He cleared his throat.

Castor smiled awkwardly.

They moved towards the door, nodding and smiling at everyone who came back to their senses and looked at them. A minute later, they were hurrying down the hallway lit with black candles.

"Casto, why don't you tell us?" Ron grumbled, rubbing his ears.

"What?" Castor's expression was equally uncomfortable and a little tired at the same time, "Oh, forgot. Also, if it weren't for Hermione's reminder, I wouldn't have done that....... I'm so much worse than you......."

He felt that when he played with his heart, it was like holding a rock speaker - at maximum volume.

But his hearing is pretty good.

Harry struggled to banish the noise from his ears. He still couldn't understand why the ghosts had the comforting expressions they could make—speaking of the ghosts—

A ghostly voice rang out, and he almost thought it was his own auditory hallucination.

"Let me ...... Tear your ....."