"Whoever likes to go, I don't want to go anyway. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Roger wants his head to be like a rattle, and he eats rotten meat platters instead of food?

No matter how cold Roger is, he can still eat a taste, but anyone who has no brain knows how to choose.

Harry actually regretted that he shouldn't have agreed to the death party so hastily.

Especially on Halloween, the other students happily participated in the Halloween banquet, and the auditorium was already decorated with live bats as usual.

Hagrid's large pumpkin was carved into a lantern large enough for three people to sit in.

Rumor has it that Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

In this atmosphere, Harry's remorse had reached its peak.

"Once the word is spoken, the horse is difficult to chase. Hermione reminded, domineeringly, Harry, "You said you were going to the death party. ”

"That's it, man... Do what you say..."Roger also fanned the flames beside him, "Don't look at me like this, I used to have the reputation of being honest and reliable." ”

Harry hesitated for a while, but finally chose to fulfill his promise: "Okay, since you insist on ......"

So, at seven o'clock, the three of them went straight through the doorway, which led to the crowded auditorium.

The lights are shining, the pearlescent lights are shining, and the tables are filled with gold plates, which is very tempting.

Walking over to Gryffindor's table, Roger sat down.

"Hey, don't you say you have to do what you say, what do you mean to sit down?" the little savior yelled at the boy in dissatisfaction.

"yes... You said yes, so you went, and I didn't say yes, why go?" Roger's retort was well-founded.

When Harry heard it, this was the rhythm of letting him go through the sin alone, and that wouldn't work......

So he immediately said, "Who said that? Nick, who was almost headless, invited the three of us, and I agreed for you." ”

"Why should we follow the bag when you decide?" Roger fiddled with the utensils on the table and waited for the feast to begin: "If Nick asked, he would say that I was sick and had a sore butt, and I couldn't go......"

Hermione glanced at the boy and only made a 'move' gesture to him, and Roger got up and left without saying a word.

"I'm rubbing! You're sexist! It's colored prejudice against male compatriots!" Harry went crazy: "If you treat you so differently, I'll break up with you!"

Roger scratched his head: "What position is that?"

Harry: "......"

The corridor leading to the death party in the basement had also been lit with candles, and unlike the auditorium, these thin black candles were lit with blue flames, and the faces of the three living people looked eerie.

And as they got closer, the temperature dropped noticeably, and Harry and Hermione shuddered and pulled their clothes tight around themselves.

"Well, the music is good, it gives you goosebumps. Roger commented on the voices coming from afar.

The kind of song made by countless fingernails scraped on the blackboard is really not very suitable for the aesthetics of living people.

Turning around a corner, I saw Nick, who was almost headless, standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend," he said, taking off his feathered hat with infinite sorrow, bowing and inviting them in, "welcome, welcome...... I'm so glad you're here......"

The underground classroom was filled with hundreds of milky translucent figures, most of whom swam around the crowded dance grounds, waltzing to the terrible, trembling sounds of thirty saws.

The breath of the three people had already formed a cloud of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold room.

Ghosts from all over the house were there, and even ghosts from other places outside the school came over to cheer Nick on.

But after seeing the scrawny bloody Barrow who belonged to Slytherin, Roger blinked: "I remembered an outdated joke, do you want to hear it?"

The two friends have already seen through this routine: "Even if you say no, you will definitely say, 'You have to tell us about it anyway...... right?"

"Huo~ will rush to answer!" Roger's expression was exaggerated: "Okay, then I'll reluctantly tell you a few sentences." ”

"Since it's so reluctant, don't say it......" Harry shuddered, and suddenly nodded at a long table in the underground classroom, "Look, there's something to eat!"

Hermione pulled the two of them forward impatiently, but stopped in horror when she got closer, the smell was spicy.

Pretty silver plates with chunks of rotten meat, charred black cakes piled on large trays, and plenty of maggot-infested lamb tripes.

Roger stepped forward and picked up a fat maggot with two fingers and put it in front of his eyes to look at it: "Among the food on the table, it is estimated that this is the only thing that the two of you will eat without accidents......"

The two friends hurriedly took a few steps back, and heard that eating... Hermione covered her mouth and waved her hand.

Roger smiled evilly and took two steps closer: "Frying, steaming, boiling and roasting are all delicious, but now this condition can only be eaten alive......"

The two friends retreated again and again: "Get away! Don't come here!"

The boy stopped, flicked his fingers, and the fat maggot landed on Harry's hair in an arc.

The savior jumped to his feet, his hands thrashing in his head.

Roger laughed, "Finally got me to find a fun event at the dinner...... Don't move, it's not good if it accidentally bounces into your mouth. ”

Seeing that it was about to turn into a farce again, Hermione stopped the two boys from messing around.

She shook her head helplessly: "Okay... It seems that attending the death dinner today is really not the right choice......"

Harry let out a sigh of relief, his already cold teeth chattering, and his stomach growling with hunger.

"Then let's go. The little savior proposed.

"Don't... It's all here, it's a pity to leave like this......" Roger still had a few fat maggots in his hand and didn't have time to launch them.

"If we go back now, we can still have dessert, and if we go faster, maybe the pie won't go away......," Hermione's words hit the nail on the head.

The boy made a gesture of waiting, then emptied the plate of moldy peanuts on the table, drew his wand and picked out a bunch of fat little meat worms from the minced lamb's belly and placed them on the empty plate.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Harry sensed something bad was about to happen anyway.

"I'm preparing Halloween gifts for the professors~" Roger said in a cheerful tone.