Chapter 115 Death Party

Filch was even more agitated than he was, his pale face flushed. Harry lowered his head www.biquge.info waited for his fury. Filch limped to the table, grabbed the envelope, and threw it into a drawer.

"Have you—you've peeked?" he said, anxious and angry, incoherently.

"No!" replied Harry without hesitation.

Filch wrung his two ugly hands with a rattle of rage as if he were about to break someone's neck, "If I find out you're peeking at my private... No, it's not mine, it's for a friend... Mine or not... But..."

Harry was careful to guard against a furious Filch who would suddenly pounce on him, he was ready to turn and run away, he had never seen Filch so angry, he was even angrier and more terrible than when Peeves threw a piece of garbage on his head.

His eyes were about to burst out, the flesh on his cheeks twitched, and the plaid scarf around his neck was about to be squeezed open by his swollen neck, and Harry didn't find it strange that he was going to kill people at this time.

"Well... Let's go... Don't give away a word... I mean... Since, if you didn't peek .... Let's go, I'm going to write Peeves' report... Let's go..."

Harry couldn't believe that Filch's actions were even more incredible than jumping on him and killing him. But he reacted immediately, and ran out of the office as if he were flying, rushing through a hallway, and coming upstairs, where he breathed a sigh of relief.

Escaping from Filch's office with impunity was a school record.

It seemed that he had discovered Filch's big secret, but he didn't have the slightest idea of threatening Filch, "He wants to kill me, but he can't outrun me." ”

"Harry, how are you, is this working?" Nick, who was almost headless, suddenly came through behind a door. Harry saw a lot of black and gold pieces behind it, and he could tell that it had once been a cabinet, but now it had been shattered.

"I instigated Peeves to smash the cabinet on top of Filch's office, I thought it would distract Filch. Nick had seen Harry being taken away by Filch, and was worried that the little guy who cared about him would be abused by Filch, so he instigated Peeves to create a mess and relieve Harry.

"Ah, it was you. Harry was grateful, no wonder Pipsqueak was making such a fuss, it turned out that Nick was deliberately helping him, "It's so effective, I didn't suffer any punishment." You know, it's not easy to get out of Filch. Thank you so much, Nick. ”

Harry said as he walked, intending to get out of here as soon as possible. He also noticed that Nick, who was almost headless, was still holding Mr. Patrick's letter refusing to join the Headless Hunter.

"Can I do anything for you about the Headless Hunters?" asked Harry cautiously, having been helped by Nick, and wishing he could help.

Nick, who was almost headless, immediately stopped, "You can do me a favor." It said excitedly, "Harry, am I asking for too much?—forget it—maybe you won't." ”

"Tell me about it. Harry asked calmly, helping must be within his ability, if it can't be done or inconvenient, then there must be no way.

"Well, this year's Halloween is my 500th birthday. Nick, who was almost headless, groaned for a moment, but still told Harry that he had been dead for five hundred years, and Nick, who was almost headless, puffed out his chest and looked proud.

"Oh!" Harry responded cautiously, not making a statement. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it.

"I'll have an evening party in a spacious basement and invite friends from all over the country. I would be very honored if you could attend. And, of course, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, they'll be the favorites. I'm guessing you'd rather go to the school dinner, though, wouldn't you?"

It looked at Harry anxiously and expectantly, no one would go to a dead man's party, especially if it was the Halloween dinner of the Academy.

"No, I'd rather attend your party. Harry didn't think it was too difficult, and the school Halloween dinner wasn't anything special. He was always worried that the thousands of bats flying on the ceiling would pull down a huge pile of dirt.

"Oh, that's wonderful, my dear child. Harry Potter can come to my death party. Nick seemed very happy, it had never had a chance to invite the living to its death party.

"If you can, you can say one thing to Mr. Patrick. Just say you think I'm very scary and impressive, okay?" it hesitated, thinking that it shouldn't have asked for more, but it couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Absolutely. Harry didn't refuse, it was too easy, he was all at the dinner party, not to mention the effort.

Nick smiled and followed Harry all the way back to Gryffindor. It wasn't until Harry couldn't help himself and told him not to follow him that he watched Harry enter the common room from a distance.

"Nick's death party?" Hermione seemed in high spirits, she had never imagined such a strange scene, "I bet there aren't many living people who have the chance to attend a party like this, and it must be amazing." ”

At this point, Harry finally changed out of his wet, muddy Quidditch suit and put on a clean robe. With a steaming cup of coffee, I sat down in the common room. Next to him were his buddies, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

"Why would anyone go to celebrate the day of their death?" said Ron, who looked a little upset as he was doing his homework for Potions class. Professor Snape would not tolerate the slightest problem with the three of them, and with the exception of Hermione, it was difficult for him and Harry to get a reasonable grade in Snape's hands.

"For people, it's dead, for ghosts, maybe it's new life. Hermione said disapprovingly, always curious about wonderful things. As for her Potions homework, it had already been done.

Even Snape couldn't give her assignment a low grade, because that would be too obvious. Snape was angry with Harry for hating her, but he could only stop her from answering the questions, and could not stop giving her credit when she answered correctly.

After all, he still needs some face, and of course, if it is against Harry, Snape can be completely shameless. He could have given Harry's carefully written homework an unreasonable grade for no reason. It's okay to pick on the class for no reason and ask Harry questions that he hasn't learned. It's okay to sarcastically and humiliate Harry in class for no reason.

(To be continued.) )