Halloween is coming, the rest of the school is happily attending the Halloween feast, and the auditorium is no longer the usual one, but decorated with live bats, and it all starts with a bat?

Hagrid placed a lantern heavily carved out of a giant pumpkin, large enough for three people to sit in.

The young wizards were also discussing gossip from nowhere, and it was said that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

And our Rolfe classmates were also sadly pulled by Malfoy to attend the death party with Harry.

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

That's right, Harry already regretted agreeing to go to the death party......

"Yes, Harry, I haven't been to the ghost party yet! "Hurry up, let's go!" Malfoy urged excitedly.

It seemed that Malfoy had not yet realized what he was going to experience next, and was very excited to urge the others to hurry up.

So, at about seven o'clock, Rolf and the others went straight through a door that led to the crowded auditorium.

Rolf could still see from afar, the lights and candles were shining, and the gold plates were placed on the table, which was very tempting, but they walked in the direction of the basement classroom.

And the aisle leading to Nick's party, which was almost headless, was already lit with candles, but the effect was not pleasant at all.

They were small, black, thin candles that shone blue as they burned, and even when they shone on their faces full of life, they looked eerie.

With every step they take, the temperature drops. Harry shuddered and pulled his clothes tight around himself, now he really regretted accepting Nick's invitation.

At this moment, he heard a sound, as if a thousand fingernails were scraping against a huge blackboard.

"Is that music, too?" Ron whispered as they turned around a corner to see a nearly headless Nick standing in the doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

The sight was unbelievable, and Rolf swore that he would never see such an eerie scene again.

The underground classroom was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of whom roamed the crowded dance grounds.

They should waltz to the terrible and trembling sound of thirty saws, and the band of saws sitting on a stage covered with black cloth.

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

Several of them could still feel their breathing forming a mist in front of them because of the cold atmosphere, as if they had walked into a cold room.

"Look, something to eat!" Ron said. At the other end of the basement classroom is a long table that is also covered with black velvet.

They rushed forward and stopped in horror: the smell was terrible. Rolf wanted to hold Ron, but he was too fast.

Next, a few people saw a scene that could reverse yesterday's breakfast: large pieces of rotten meat 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. (vomit)

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

Malfoy's whole person was not good, and he was dumbfounded by the scene in front of him, how could this dinner party be different from what he imagined?

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?" Harry asked him cautiously. "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.

Rolf had to admire Hermione's curiosity, and in the face of such a disgusting scene, he could still come forward and take a closer look, what could stop Hermione's curiosity?

"Let's go, I'm sick. Ron turned his head with difficulty as his stomach churned.

But at this moment, Nick, who was almost headless, floated in from the crowd. "Have you had fun?"

"Oh, glad, thank you for having us. They lied and said they didn't want to disturb the poor ghosts because of their discomfort.

"The numbers are satisfactory," said Nick, who was almost headless, proudly.

"The crying widow has come all the way from Kent, and my time to speak is near, and I had better go and talk to the band. Nick exchanged a few words with a few people and was ready to drift away.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the band suddenly stopped playing. They and everyone in the underground classroom fell silent, and looked around excitedly as a hunting horn sounded.

"Oh, oh no. Nick, who was almost headless, said bitterly, and it seemed that what was about to happen was something he didn't want to see.

Twelve ghost horses suddenly burst out of the walls of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on it.

All the attendees applauded, and Harry slapped for some reason, but as soon as they saw Nick's face, they quickly stopped.

The twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance arena, stood abruptly, stood upright on their hind legs, and then kicked their hind hooves and charged.

At the foreground was a large ghost, with a bearded head tucked under his arm and blowing a trumpet.

He jumped off his horse and held his head high in the air so that he could look at the crowd from above.

Everyone was laughing, except for Nick. He strode towards Nick, who was almost headless, shoving his head into his neck as he so-so.

"Nick!" He yelled, "How are you? Is your head still hanging there?" He let out a rough laugh and patted Nick on the shoulder, who was almost headless.

"Welcome, Patrick. Nick said bluntly.

"Alive!" said Mr. Patrick, who saw Rolf and the others, and leaped high in feigned surprise, only to have his head fall off again, causing the crowd to laugh again.

"Very interesting. Nick, who was almost headless, said with a straight face. By this time, Harry was already cold, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

"I can't take it anymore. Ron muttered, his teeth chattering. At this time, the band began to squeak again, and the big ghosts and little ghosts returned to the dance hall in a flutter.

"Let's go. Malfoy agreed, presumably the first time he and Ron had agreed on something.

Hermione didn't object this time, and it seemed that the gloomy atmosphere around her had finally made these ignorant little wizards lose their way.