The ghosts began to kick the tower dance to the music, their twisted bodies swaying in mid-air, and Ron stared at the cheerful bird-like ghosts in the air with wide eyes and blank eyes.

A short male ghost suddenly emerged from under the table and stopped in mid-air in front of them. "Hello, Peeves." Harry said cautiously. Peeves is a hoax that specializes in pranks, and unlike the ghosts around them, he is not pale and transparent. On the contrary, he wore a bright orange evening hat, a swirling bow tie, and a grin with teeth bared on his broad and bad face.

With a smile on his face, Augustus greeted Peeves happily, "Happy Holidays, Peeves." Peeves followed the voice and looked over, and when he saw that it was Augustus, he was shocked: "It's you!" Why are you here. ”

"It's a lot of fun, so let's take a look, it's been a long time, Peeves." Augustus was still smiling, and Peeves cautiously flew behind Hermione, "Want to do something?" A sly look flashed in his eyes, and he handed her a bowl of moldy peanuts. "No, thank you." Hermione said. "I hear you talking about poor myrtle." Peeves said, his eyes twinkle, "It's rude to talk about poor myrtle." ”

He glanced at Augustus, suddenly flew into a corner away from Augustus, took a deep breath, and yelled, "Hey, myrtle!" Oh, don't, Peeves, don't tell her what I say, she'll feel bad. Hermione whispered anxiously, "I mean it's fun, I don't mind her being like that- oh, hello, Myrtle." "The ghost of a stocky and chubby girl floated in. Her face was the most melancholy and gloomy Harry had ever seen, half obscured by her long straight hair and thick, pearly glasses. "How?" She asked, grimacing. "Hello, Myrtle." Hermione said in a pretending pleasant voice, "Nice to see you outside the bathroom. Myrtle sniffled.

"Miss Granger was talking about you—" Peeves said slyly in Myrtle's ear. "I'm saying—I'm saying—you're looking so beautiful tonight." Hermione glared fiercely at Peeves.

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"You're making fun of me." As she spoke, tears began to fall from her small transparent eyes.

"Why, Miss Myrtle is the most charismatic ghost I've ever seen. Beautiful and generous, I think Peeves must have misunderstood what Hermione meant. Augustus, with a gentle tone, made Peeves shiver in the sky inexplicably.

"Really? Am I really that attractive? Myrtle glanced at her transparent body suspiciously, picked up her long skirt and spun around, two blushes appeared on her face. I know it's not possible, but thank you very much. ”

Peeves looked at the happy scene, rolled his eyes unwillingly, and then shouted in the air, "Fat woman Myrtle! Ugly myrtle! Poor, crying, sullen myrtle!" Augustus drew his silver wand, and a jet-black pillar of light shot at Peeves, whose throat instantly seemed to be stuck in something, and let out a hoarse and meaningless cry awkwardly, and his face flew out with a look of horror.

"Oh my gosh." Hermione said sadly. Myrtle suddenly sobbed sadly, turned around and ran out of the underground classroom.

Nick, who was almost headless, floated in from the crowd.

"Have you had fun?"

"Not bad, the ghosts are friendly." Augustus nodded.

"It's a satisfactory number," said Nick, who was almost headless, proudly, "and the crying widow has come all the way from Kent and my time to speak is almost up, and I'd better go and give the band a heads-up."

Unexpectedly, at this time, the band suddenly stopped playing. They and everyone in the underground classroom fell silent, and looked around excitedly as a hunting horn sounded.

"Oh, that's bad." Nick, who was almost headless, said bitterly.

Twelve ghost horses suddenly burst out of the walls of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on it. All the participants applauded warmly; Harry slapped his face as well, but as soon as he saw Nick's face, he quickly stopped.

"Headless Horseman, it's very good-looking to look like this." Augustus thought silently.

The twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance arena, stood on their feet, first stood upright on their hind legs, and then kicked their hind hooves and charged. At the foreground was a large ghost, with a bearded head tucked under his arm and blowing a trumpet. He jumped off his horse and held his head high in the air so that he could look at the crowd from above (everyone laughed); He strode towards Nick, who was almost headless, shoving his head into his neck as he so-so.

"Nick!" He yelled, "How are you? Is your head still hanging there?"

He let out a rough laugh and patted Nick on the shoulder, who was almost headless.

"Welcome, Patrick." Nick said stiffly.

"Living!" Mr. Patrick caught a glimpse of Augustus, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and jumped high in feigned surprise, only to have his head fall off again (everyone laughed).

"It's a lot of fun." Nick, who was almost headless, said with a straight face.

"Leave Nick alone!'' Mr. Patrick's head shouted from the floor, "He's still worried about us not letting him join the Hunters!" But I want to say—look at this guy—" "I think," Harry said hurriedly, seeing Nick's meaningful gaze, "Nick is very—scary, and—oh—" "Duke Nick is clearly a hospitable ghost. Augustus continued, "Ha Lu Ha!" Mr. Patrick's head cried, "I guess he told you to say that!" Attention, I will now begin to speak!" Nick, who was almost headless, exclaimed, striding over to the podium and into a cold blue spotlight. "It is with great sorrow that I departed 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.

Augustus looked at the carnival ghosts with a hint of dumbness in their eyes, the ghosts of this world are indeed quite interesting, living in schools openly, with their own social circles and activities, and the most interesting thing is that they don't seem to see themselves as aliens at all, and they get along very well with humans.