October is here, and the icy and damp mountain breeze blows through the castle.

Harry walked down the empty aisle, mused. He found that there was another person who was just like him, and he was preoccupied. He's [Nick who almost lost his head]...... The ghost of Gryffindor, at this time his eyes stared out the window sadly, and muttered, "...... Not what they wanted...... It's half an inch, if ......"

"Hello, Nick." Harry said.

"Hello, hello." Nick replied that he was wearing a flashy feathered hat, long curly hair, and a long coat with a ring neckline that just covered his badly damaged neck, and he was as pale and transparent as smoke, and Harry could almost see the pitch-black sky and the pouring rain behind him.

"You look like you're in trouble, little Potter?" Nick said as he slipped a transparent letter into his farm coat.

"So do you?" Harry said.

"Ah," Nick the Headless waved gracefully, "it's just a small thing...... It's just that I want to participate...... I thought I would be accepted, but I was told that I didn't meet the requirements. Although he seemed to speak lightly, the expression on his face showed that he was in pain.

"That's what you thought, right?" He said suddenly, then took the letter out of his pocket, "I was cut 44 times in the neck with a blunt axe, so I should be eligible to join the Headless Hunters, right?" ”

"Oh yes." Harry felt he should agree.

"I mean, back then, how I wished he could cut so fast and accurately, that his head would fall off at once. I mean, so I don't have to suffer so many axes, it's like a sin. But ......"

The headless Nick opened the letter again and read it resentfully:

We can only accept hunters who die with their heads and bodies separated. You should be able to understand that even if you join our association, you will not be able to participate in our Horseback Magic Head and Water Head activities. Therefore, I can only regret to inform you that you do not meet our requirements.

Sincerely, respects.

Mr. Patrick Depomo.

Nick angrily shoved the letter back into his pocket again.

"I only have a little bit of flesh to connect my head to my body, Harry! Most people thought it was so, but it wasn't, at least not for Mr. Patrick. The headless Nick took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

"Aren't ghosts supposed to be free to change their form?" Harry asked curiously.

"No, no, no, little Harry, ghosts are still a little different from the ghosts of Muggle lore, their form is fixed the moment of death." Nick said dejectedly, "If there was magic that could freely change the form of ghosts, I believe that most ghosts would beg their living family members to help them." ”

"And little Harry, what are your troubles? Can I help? ”

"Me? Unless you know where you can get a batch of Halo 2001 ......"

Draco was still on the Quidditch team, and in order to keep the other players from complaining, Malfoy Sr. still sponsored the whole team's new broomsticks. Although Harry's relationship with Draco was no worse than fate had intended, it was about the House's scores, and Harry could not afford to be careless.

Unfortunately, Harry asked the wrong person, the ghost is not qualified to keep the property, and even if it did, it would be handed over to the heirs.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I couldn't help."

"No, no, I can't help you with anything."

"Actually...... I mean, can you do me a small favor if you'd like? ”

Nick said expectantly.

"What?" ……

"So you're going to ask me about the ghost's death anniversary party, what a living person should do?"

Wang Yi looked at the boy with glasses and a scar on his forehead.

"It's an improvement to ask the professor if you learn something you don't understand, but are you sure it's appropriate to ask a living person this kind of question?"

Harry was a little cramped, although Wang Yi was friendly to him, but he was not Harry's uncle or godfather after all, and Harry was not sure if he would make the other party angry if he had offended him in any way.

"But as an elder, I can still give you some advice."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"First: eat enough before going to the death party."

"Huh?"

"You wouldn't think a group of ghosts would prepare something for the living, would you?"

"Oh."

"Second, take protective measures."

"Like what?"

"For example, a ghost pet, or a protective item that can avoid negative energy damage, at least a wizard apprentice like you can't meet the standard of being able to use ghosts to increase his strength."

"Can you use ghosts to enhance your magic?"

Harry was interested.

"Yes, but that requires a lot of strength to qualify. As we all know, the ghost is actually a mass of negative energy, and the most positive energy in the body of the living person, when the ghost passes through the body of the living person, the positive and negative energy conflicts, the weak side, usually the living person, proportionally speaking, will lose more energy, become weak, but when people gradually adapt to this conflict, when the positive and negative energy interact, it will increase the purity of their own magic, and the total amount of magic will also have a small increase, when the original magic power is restored, it will naturally appear stronger than the original. ”

"How can it be!" Mr. Protagonist says that he has learned something new.

"But if you don't want to be like a dead man, it's best not to try."

"Why?"

"Because you're too weak now."

Harry:......

"Okay, okay, little guy, you're only in the second grade, don't be in such a hurry, time is too much for you, there's no need to risk using this method, adulthood is the best way for you to become stronger." ……

As Halloween approached, Harry began to regret his hasty decision to go to the Death Party. The school's classmates were all guessing what was going on at the Halloween feast, the hall was decorated with live bats, and Hagrid's large pumpkin was made into a lantern, enough for three people to sit in. Rumor has it that Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe to perform.

"You promised someone first," Hermione reminded Harry authoritatively. "You said you were going to the death party."

So, at seven o'clock, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, along with Draco and Sakura, who had been pulled, walked straight out of the door and into the crowded hall, where golden saucers and candles glittered to invite them, and after a quick bite to eat, the five of them walked to the classroom where Nick was holding the party.

There were candles in the aisle leading to Nick's party, but those weren't all that pleasant. The slender black candles, the flames of which were bright blue, cast a faint, ghostly shadow on their faces, and with each step they took down, the temperature dropped a little. Harry shuddered and wrapped his robes tightly around his body. At that moment, he heard the sound of a thousand fingernails grasping a huge blackboard.

"Isn't this music?" Ron whispered, and they turned around a corner to see Nick, who was almost headless, standing by the doorway with the black and purple curtains.

"My dear friends," he said mournfully, "welcome, welcome...... I'm glad you're here......" He took off his feathered hat and bowed to them to let them in.

The scene inside is incredible.

Hundreds of pale and transparent people floated on the dance floor in the house, waltzing to the terrifying creepy music. On the platform under the dark curtain, a symphony orchestra pulls thirty saws vigorously, and the chandelier overhead glows blue. Their exhaled breath turned to mist, as if they had walked into a refrigerator.

"Shall we take a walk around?" Harry suggested that he wanted to move his frozen feet.

"Be careful not to walk through others," Ron said nervously as they walked along the side of the stage.

They saw a group of nuns with gloomy expressions, a man in rags and shackles, and a chubby monk, a happy Hufflepuff ghost talking to a knight with an arrow in his eyebrow, and Harry was not surprised to see a ghost covered in blood, a haggard Slytherin ghost, a ghost named Barrow, the presence that Peeves feared most.

At the other end of the house there is a long table covered with a purple and black tablecloth. They walked over eagerly, and were stunned at what they saw. A large rotting fish was placed on a silver plate, a cake burned like coals was placed on the tray, a large piece of moth-eaten cheese covered with green hairs, and a huge tombstone-shaped gray cake with tar writing on it: Mr. Niklas de Mimsci-Boltington died on October 31, 1492, and Harry watched in amazement as a sturdy ghost approached the table, bent over, and stooped through the food, his mouth wide open through a stinking salmon.

"Can you taste anything like that?" Harry asked.

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

"I think they deliberately let the food rot and make it taste worse." Hermione said in a flash of realization, pinching her nose and leaning over a plate of rotting animal liver.

"Let's go, I don't feel well." Ron said.

No sooner had they turned than a small figure floated out from under the table, suspended in mid-air, and stopped in front of them.

"Hello, Peeves." Harry greeted cautiously.

Peeves, the troublemaker, wears a bright yellow party hat, a swirling bow tie, and a broad face with a smile. Compared to other ghosts, he is the least pale and transparent, and of course it is said that it is not a ghost, but a kind of elf, or spirit.

"Come?" He asked sweetly as he picked up a plate of moldy peanuts.

"No, thank you." Hermione said immediately.

"You'd better eat a little bit, you can't come to the party without eating." Peeves threatened.

"Get out of here!"

Sakura said coldly, but it wasn't Sakura who cared about Peeves, but the purple-black monster rising from the shadows at Sakura's feet.

After comparing the difference in combat effectiveness between himself and the other party, Peeves simply left the five-person group.

At this moment, Nick, who was almost headless, floated towards them from the crowd.

"Have fun, right?"

"Oh yes." Harry lied, and Draco, who was about to say something, kept his mouth shut.

"Yes, the number is satisfactory." Nick said proudly, "The crying widow came all the way from Kent...... I'm going to give a speech, and I'm going to have to stop the orchestra first......"

By this time the orchestra had stopped playing, and the horn of the hunt sounded, and they and every ghost in the room fell silent and excited.

"Ah, let's see." Nick said bitterly.

Twelve ghost horses rushed into the house, each with a headless knight sitting on it. Everyone clapped their hands wildly, and Harry clapped his palms too, but he stopped at the sight of Nick's expression.

The horse galloped to the middle of the dance floor, lifted its front legs up, and stood on its hind feet to a halt. A tall ghost stood in front, his bearded head tucked under his arm, blowing his horn, then taking a step forward and raising his head high so he could see the crowd. (The crowd erupts in laughter.) He walked over to Nick and put his head back on his neck.

"Nick," he cried, "how are you?" The head is still there, right? He laughed heartily and patted Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick." Nick replied stiffly.

"O living man!" When Patrick saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione, he pretended to be surprised and jumped up, his head falling again. (There is another burst of laughter from the crowd)

"It's fun, it's exciting." Nick said with a dark face.

"Don't mind, Nick, but you see, you can't take your head off your neck like I did." Patrick and the other Headless Horsemen began throwing head-toss popsicles, drawing the attention of the crowd. As Patrick's head flew past him in a cheer, Nick gave up hope of a speech in vain.

"Want to help?" Sakura, who had been quiet, said to Nick.

"What?"

"Geng is actually a kind of ghost who likes to play pranks." Sakura gestured to the shadow beneath her feet.

"It can't be any worse anyway." Nick said hopelessly.

"Then we should get out of here first," Sakura said as she turned to Draco and then looked back at Nick, "I'll let Gengar in later, after all, it's a ghost too and should be eligible for your party." ”

"Of course, thank you very much." Nick politely raised his top hat.

Harry and the others walked to the door, smiling and nodding at everyone who looked at them, and a minute later, they hurried back down the aisle filled with black candles.

"Go ahead, Geng, have fun." Sakura said.

"Kouji, kouji!"

The purple-black ghost, with its body far larger than its kind, flew out with a scream, and Draco somehow felt that he should pray for the leader of the Headless Knights.

Just then, Harry suddenly heard a chilling voice.

"What!"