Halloween has arrived, and the festive spirit has once again enveloped Hogwarts. After the students enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, it was time for their most anticipated make-up party.

"I heard that the principal has also booked a skeleton dance troupe this year." Harry's gaze lingered on the lanterns carved by Hagrid that could seat three people. Now the four of them were still sitting in the huge dining room, and everyone else hurried back to change their clothes.

"Harry, you promised Nick that you would go." Hermione was a little unhappy that Harry had escaped at this point.

"I didn't say no." Harry was a little embarrassed, he did regret it a little, especially after hearing that this year's Halloween party was a few more shows different from the previous ones.

"By the way, what about your pumpkin carriage, you went to see it last time, and whether there are any of those pumpkin lanterns." When a good friend is in trouble, Ron stands up and diverts the topic.

"It's a lot bigger than that, Hagrid says it's the biggest pumpkin, and it can hold at least five or six people." Hermione was still very happy with the pumpkin carriage, but she couldn't pull it out to show her disappointment.

Soon it was seven o'clock, when Nick had invited, and the four of them left the brightly lit dining room and headed for the basement.

"Do you think Peeves will pass? McGoth failed to convince Nick. Ron looked back at the empty passageway, which was particularly desolate as it wasn't an underground passage leading to the Slytherin common room.

"Probably not. Nick says that Peeves is most afraid of Barrow the Bloody. Harry remembered what Nick had said.

"Will definitely go." Hermione's tone was affirmative. "Just like Magos said before, he will definitely push it all to McGoss, and at that time, the bloody Barrow has no reason to drive him away."

McGoth shrugged, it's already like this, it's a big deal to be on the ghost's blacklist in the future.

Nick's death party was in the innermost part of the passage, and I don't know if it was an illusion, and they all shuddered when they reached the door.

"Do you think it's a lot colder here?" Harry tightened his clothes, and his speech was foggy.

"So many ghosts get together, it's not cold to see the hell."

Magos pushed the door open, though he had prepared for the Dead's Gala not to be as lively as it was above. But when he really saw the black, thin candles floating in the dim underground space, he felt a desire to go back the way he came. And those little candles were still burning with blue light, even if they shone on the faces of several of them, they looked eerie.

"You say it's too late for us to turn back." This time it wasn't Harry who said it, it was McGoss himself.

Without Hermione giving him an answer, Nick, who was almost headless, suddenly popped up, "Ah, my dear friends, I'm so glad you guys are here. ”

Nick was draped in a black velvet curtain, and it was obvious that he still took the party seriously. He lowered his feathered hat to his chest and bowed to invite them in.

McGoth looked at Nick with sadness on his face, a little entangled, should he happily say congratulations on your birthday or sad to say sorry for how many years you have been hanging? Fortunately, Nick didn't let him dwell on it for long before taking them around the corner.

At this time, the faint sound they heard outside the door became clearer and clearer. What kind of sound was that, McGoth felt his hairs stand on end, and the urge to pull his legs away grew stronger, for the sound was like someone scraping hard with his fingernails on the glass. He looked at the other friends and saw that they couldn't do much better than him.

"Nick, is this the music from your party?" McGoth's face was wrinkled, the sound was too lethal for him.

"Yes." Nick was happy with McGoss's question. "This is a very famous ghost band that I have hired, and I have a good relationship with their captain. Isn't it beautiful. He said with a look of enjoyment.

McGoth has said a lot of things against his will in the past few years, but this time he is not ready to go against his ears again, is this what people hear?

"Well, maybe it's not for us to listen to, and I'm still a little uncomfortable." After all, it was someone's party, and McGoth thought it was better to be tactful.

Although Nick was a little regretful, he nodded in understanding, and casually used a weakened version of the closed earbud to listen to the spell for them, so that McGoth and they felt much better, although the harsh voice was still the same, but it was much quieter.

"Thank you, Nick." Hermione stepped forward to thank her, and though she wasn't as sensitive as McGoss, she didn't feel good either.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay, I'm going to receive the other guests now." After saying that, Nick smiled apologetically and floated away.

"Let's go, we'll see the party of the dead too." Without the magic sound, Ron had no resistance to staying.

When I walked to the end of the road, I suddenly opened up. As far as the eye could see, the entire hall was filled with milky white ghosts, and there seemed to be hundreds of them.

"I never knew there were so many ghosts." Hermione was a little excited. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement, both of them looking around curiously. Only McGoth was not interested, and he hadn't fully recovered yet.

But at this time, they didn't care about McGoss's emotions anymore, and they plunged into the ghost pile.

"Look, Barrow the Bloody." Ron pointed to a ghost covered in silver blood in the distance, and now the ghosts were all gathered in groups to chat, he was the only one sitting alone, and no other ghosts approached him.

"Why do I feel like the other ghosts are a little scared of him?" Harry asked curiously.

"Maybe it's because of the blood on his body." Ron returned uncertainly.

"Because he's a madman." McGoth was finally a little familiar with the noise, and spoke.

"Crazy?" Hermione only knew a little about the ghost's origins, only that he was a Slytherin ghost, and that the other ghosts were afraid of him.

"Yes." McGoth was not interested in telling them about the origin of Barrow the Bloody now, and turned to walk in other directions.

"That's the Fat Friar of Hufflepuff." Harry would see them as if he were acquaintances, and the fat friar felt the breath of a living person, and smiled at them.

Then, at Hermione's prompting, they dodged the weeping myrtle and walked to the table. Harry, who was in high spirits and wanted to taste the ghost food, was dumbfounded.

I saw large pieces of rotten meat on the table on beautiful silver plates, and black, charred cakes piled on large trays; There is also a large amount of maggot-infused lamb belly, a piece of cheese covered with green hairs. In the center of the table was a huge grey cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which the words "Nicholas Stepminci – Sir Boltington" died on October 31, 1492.

"This, this is food?" Ron took a step back in horror, holding back the nausea in his stomach.

Harry tugged at his mouth, he wanted to throw up. McGoth is no better, he has been fine clothes and food in his life, and suddenly seeing this pile of garbage without spitting it out on the spot is already amazing.

"Let's take a look elsewhere." Hermione didn't want to stay next to this so-called pile of food anymore.