Benjamin straightened up immediately, he didn't doubt that Harry would turn around immediately. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, I don't know if it's because the mask is too thick, Draco's voice now sounds completely different from his original voice.

At least Benjamin didn't have to worry and was recognized.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked, still puzzled, after a moment's thought.

Benjamin grabbed Draco and stepped forward gracefully, "Of course we're here for the ball. ”

Harry thought about it for a moment, and since Nicol, who was almost headless, could invite him, maybe other ghosts could invite others as well, and he was immediately relieved.

"I see, you should be seniors, right?" said Harry, earnestly.

Benjamin was pretty sure that Draco was laughing out loud next to him, but he still had to maintain a cold appearance.

"Of course, you guys go first, and we're going to go slowly. ”

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and although they felt that the two men were a little strange and a little familiar, they still moved forward very obediently.

Only Hermione, who secretly beckoned to Benjamin.

"Look, this mask of yours is really useless, it's recognized by Miss Jack-of-all-trades!" Draco said angrily.

Benjamin snorted coldly and said indifferently, "It's okay, as long as Harry doesn't recognize them." ”

They turned around a corner and saw a nearly headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

Harry and the others walked up one after another when they saw Nicol, who was almost headless. Benjamin and Draco thought for a moment, then followed.

"My dear friend," said Nicol, who was almost headless, with infinite sorrow, "welcome, welcome...... I'm so glad you guys are here...... You're all friends of Harry, have a good time here......"

Nicol, who was almost headless, took off his feathered hat and bowed to invite them in.

Harry didn't say anything and walked in, and Benjamin and Draco naturally came to the ball together as Harry's friends.

Even Benjamin would have thought the sight was incredible.

The underground classroom was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of whom swam around the crowded dance grounds, waltzing to the terrible and trembling sound of thirty bandsaws, which sat on a stage covered with black cloth.

A thousand candles are also lit in a chandelier overhead, emitting a midnight blue glow.

Each of their breaths formed a cloud of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold room.

Of course, the shivering temperature here does look like a cold room.

They walked slowly around the edge of the dance field, past a group of sullen nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat monk. A Hufflepuff ghost, with a lively and cheerful temperament, is chatting with a knight with an arrow stuck in his head. Benjamin also sees Barrow the Bloody, which he expected. Barrow the Bloody Man is a ghost of Slytherin, scrawny, with straight eyes and silver blood stains on his body, and the other ghosts are making room for him.

Draco whispered into Benjamin's ear and said with some impatience, "How does it feel like a stupid Muggle came to the zoo, I think we should ......"

However, Benjamin didn't care what Draco was saying, in fact all his attention was already on the ghosts.

It was the first time Benjamin had seen so many intelligent ghosts gathered. The smell of death in the air fascinated Benjamin.

"Don't you think it's all beautiful, there's an indescribable beauty. Benjamin said excitedly, and he even passed through the body of a female ghost, who immediately blushed and cried out with pleasure.

"Oh, I'm not afraid of that. Moreover, since I was a child in magic, I do appreciate this kind of thing. But it's so cold in here that my toes are freezing together. Draco grumbled.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly cried out, "Oh my God, let's turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to the crying myrtle!"

Benjamin shook his head helplessly, he and Hermione had gone to the sink a few times, but none of them had touched Myrtle. Maybe that poor ghost doesn't live in that kind of place all year round.

"Myrtle?" Ron asked curiously.

She stayed in the girls' bathroom on the first floor. Hermione said.

"Staying in the bathroom?"

"Yes. The bathroom broke down all year round because she kept throwing tantrums and splashing water everywhere. As long as I can avoid it, I try not to go there. You go to the toilet and she screams at you, it's horrible—"

Draco clutched his stomach at this time, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Let's hurry up, although I don't like Astoria very much, it's not something a gentleman should do to make a lady wait so long." ”

"Look, something to eat!" Ron said quite appropriately. Benjamin and Draco followed his voice and looked over.

At the other end of the basement classroom is a long table that is also covered with black velvet. Harry and the others stepped forward before they stopped in horror, the smell was so unpleasant.

Large chunks of rotten meat sat on beautiful silver plates, black, charred cakes were piled up on large trays, and there were plenty of maggot-infested lamb tripes, a piece of cheese covered in green hair.

In the center of the table sat a large grey cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which the words were spelled out in tar-like icing: Sir Nicholas de Minci died on October 31, 1492.

Harry was dumbfounded. Then a fat ghost approached the table, crouched down, and passed directly through the middle of the table, his mouth wide open, just past a large stinking salmon.

"Can you taste it if you walk through it like this?" asked Benjamin, as if he were a serious scientist.

"Pretty much. The ghost said sadly, turning and drifting away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make it smell stronger. Hermione said insightfully, covering her nose and leaning forward to take a closer look at the rotting meat belly.

"Do you think these are beautiful?" Draco asked suddenly, with a sinister look.

"Draco, I suddenly feel pathetic to Daphne and me. ”