It wasn't until Halloween that Vallin ended his punishment work, although some Harry, Ron, and Hermione helped him, and the Gryffindor people took the initiative to maintain it from time to time, but this job still caused great inconvenience to Van Lin, at least the person who slept the latest changed from Hermione to him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now, at last, with a wave of his wand, he was able to get rid of those damn stains, much to Van Lin's delight.

However, this good mood did not last long, it was supposed to be a Halloween feast, but the four of them could not enjoy the food at the Hogwarts banquet.

Since Harry had gotten help from Sir Nicholas at some point, Harry agreed to attend Sir Nicholas' death party on Halloween night.

Sir Nicholas died on that day, and even Sir Nicholas does not remember how many hundred years ago it was.

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

The taste of being pierced by ghosts is a thrill that is guaranteed to make you experience the feeling of winter in the summer.

As Harry's best friend, Harry naturally pulled in the three of Van Lin, and in the old Chinese saying, the three of them who share happiness and hardship leave the warm hall and go to the invisible underground when everyone is celebrating with a dinner party.

It is said that Donburidore also booked a skull dance team specifically for Halloween.

It's creepy to think about, a bunch of eerie skeletons and skeletons, trying to make graceful poses with their miserable white bony sticks, and no matter what, the picture is filled with all kinds of dissonance.

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

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

But the four Gryffindor wizards were not destined to enjoy all this, and at seven o'clock they had to leave the hall.

"Hopefully Sir Nicholas's dinner will also have pumpkin pie. Harry held on to one last of his illusions.

"If the ghost can taste the food, Harry......" Van Lin was a little speechless, "in fact, I'd rather go back sooner, and I'll have Neville bring us something to eat, in my pocket." ”

"That's nice, and I've got Ginny to bring some of everything for us. Hermione said quickly, "I don't think there's anything to eat at the ghost's dinner party. ”

The aisle leading to Sir Nicholas's death party was filled with candles, but they did not make people happy.

The long, slender black candles, the flames of which were bright blue, cast a faint, ghostly shadow on their faces.

They take every step down. The temperature will drop a little. Van Lin had to cast a warm-up spell on Harry and Ron, it was too cold here.

A strange sound, which became clearer as the four walked in, heard what looked like a thousand fingernails clutching a huge blackboard.

"Isn't this music?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Sir Nicholas standing by the doorway with a black and purple curtain.

"My dear friends," he said mournfully, "welcome, welcome...... How sad you can come......"

He took off his feathered hat, bowed to them, and 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 a platform under a dark background, a symphony orchestra pulls thirty chainsaws vigorously. The chandelier overhead glows blue. Their exhalations turned to mist, as if they had walked into a refrigerator.

"Shall we take a walk around?" suggested Harry, trying to move his frozen numb feet.

"Be careful not to pass through people," said Van Lin solemnly, "it's rude." ”

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 Farel, a happy ghost of Hefpuff. He was talking to a knight with an arrow stuck in his eyebrow. Harry was not surprised to see a bloodied Barrow, a haggard ghost of Slygerin.

The arrival of the four also won the attention of all the ghosts, and four living people appeared at a ghost's death banquet, and their young qi and blood made them very useful.

"They're all looking at us. Harry said nervously. In fact, Harry regretted this decision very much, but Harry was more comfortable with pulling everyone into the water.

"Oh, no," Hermione said suddenly. "Come back, turn your head around, I don't want to talk to the crying myrtle—"

"Who?" asked Van Lin. They immediately turned back.

"She's always scary in the women's bathroom on the first floor. ”

"She's scary in the bathroom?" Van Lin wondered, as no one in Hogwarts seemed to have done such a thing except Peeves.

"Yes, she lost her temper there, flooded the toilets, and it was messed up all year. If I could, I wouldn't go there. When I went to the bathroom, I heard her cry so horribly—"

"Hey, Harry, here's the food you wanted. Ron shouted, and suddenly a large number of trays appeared on a table not far away.

They eagerly walked over 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 gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which was tarred to read: Mr. Nicholas Demis Poppingerton died on October 31, 1492.

Here it is, a sturdy ghost approaching the table, bending down, and passing through the food, his mouth wide open through a stinky salmon.

"Do you taste anything as you walk through the food?" asked Van Lin.

"A little," the ghost replied mournfully, and floated away.

"I think they deliberately let the food rot and want the taste. Hermione said with a sudden realization. She pinched her nose and approached a plate of rotting animal liver.

"Let's go, I don't feel well. Harry said with some regurgitation.

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.

The troublemaker wears a bright yellow evening hat, a swirling bow tie, and a broad face with a smile. In comparison, he is the least pale and transparent.

"Would you like to take a bite?" he asked sweetly, picking up a plate of moldy peanuts.

"No, thank you. Hermione said right away.

"I hear you speak ill of poor Myrtle," Peeves' eyes lit up. "You're not polite enough to McTorler. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Ah, myrtle!"