Rove sat in his chair and didn't invite Helena to dance.

Dancing with a ghost, isn't it a fool?

But the more cold Rove's attitude is, the more he ignores him, the more enthusiastic this woman becomes, so enthusiastic that she is a little suspicious of sticking a cold face to a hot ass.

You have liked the goddess for a thousand years with someone else; You like the goddess for a thousand years when someone else's licking dog...... Obviously, the latter is more harmful.

So in order to stimulate Barrow, Helena also changed her previous coldness and put her posture to the lowest when facing Rove

If he really wanted to resurrect her, Rove didn't dare to think about what she would do with him on purpose...... to further stimulate the bloody Barrow.

Poor ...... But remembering that Barrow was also a licking dog when he was alive, Rove was not pitiful.

"Rov, you're here too!"

Two large living people suddenly emerged from the ghost pile, and they both saw that Rove seemed to see the organization, and ran towards him in high spirits.

Rove turned his head to look and saw that it was Harry and Ron.

Harry was also unlucky, he didn't really want to attend the death party.

However, when he returned to the castle in the rain, he got covered in muddy water and was caught by Filch.

Nick rescues Harry and invites him to his death. Harry looked down and didn't look up, he couldn't refuse, so he had to agree, and brought Ron

But when it came to the death dinner, they regretted it, and the two of them were trying to get away...... Unexpectedly, I saw Rove.

"I heard that Nick's death was funny." Rove explained vaguely: "Just come over and have a look." ”

"I'm disappointed after reading it, aren't you?" Harry whispered, "It's boring. ”

"That's right, it's far worse than a Halloween dinner." Ron on the side also complained: "The dance floor is also playing music? As bad as the noise! ”

"And the rotten food!"

Ron pointed to a table not far away, with rotting meat, charred cakes, and a large amount of maggot-infested lamb tripe.

"It's disgusting!" He made a vomit gesture and said, "We shouldn't have come, Harry, let's go back quickly."

Nick is dead, and there is no need to take care of the feelings of the dead...... They're just ghosts. ”

Ron spoke quickly, but when he turned his head, he saw Lady Gray beside Rove, who suddenly stammered as if he was choking on rotten food:

"Who is this?"

"Lady Gray, the ghost of the Ravenclaw Tower." Rove introduced.

Ron stared blankly at Ms. Gray and blushed, "I'm sorry, I didn't just say you...... My name is Ron Weasley! ”

But Helena didn't speak, she ignored Ron, and the look in his eyes seemed to be no different from looking at the maggot-filled lamb belly on the table.

Ron's face turned even redder.

"Rolf, that Slytherin ghost, seems to be staring all the time."

Harry didn't notice this, but saw Barrow, the Bloody Man in the distance, and he whispered a reminder, "You offended him?" ”

"Maybe I'm jealous of my youth." Rove grinned, "I'm jealous that I'm still alive and he's dead." ”

“……”

With the sound of a hunting trumpet, the saw-like crunch of the band suddenly stopped, and twelve ghost horses ran out of the walls, each with a headless rider on it.

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

On the foreground horse, there was a large ghost, with a bearded head, tucked under his arm.

The other eleven horses were all ghosted, not all wizards, but vampires, goblins, and ...... House-elves, but uniformly all had their heads cut off.

Here comes the Headless Hunters, a well-known ghost group in the UK, but only for ghosts with separate heads and bodies.

Nick, who almost had no head, applied, but was rejected because he didn't meet the conditions.

"Welcome, Patrick." Nick greeted him.

"Oh my God, my dear old fellow, long time no see!" Patrick laughed, "Is your head still stuck to your neck?" ”

"Hey, for Merlin's sake, give me some face, tonight is my death dinner!" Nick put his arm around Patrick and said:

"Be careful I kick your ass hard with my boots! I swear, I really will! ”

The two let out a rough laugh and patted each other on the shoulder.

"Here we are." Helena whispered, "Rove." ”

"Harry, I have something to do, let's go first, you two can continue to play here."

Rove stood up and followed Helena towards the group of headless ghosts.

Harry and Ron both looked at each other, and Ron looked at Lady Gray and exclaimed:

"Seriously, she's really unusual, how come Gryffindor doesn't have such a beautiful ghost!"

"I don't know what she has to do with Rove." Harry whispered.

"I know what the two of them are related."

A short, stocky ghost suddenly emerges from the ground, her melancholy and gloomy face, half obscured by her long thick hair and pearl-colored glasses.

"May I ask who you are?" Harry asked curiously.

"My name is Myrtle, and I'm the ghost of Ravenclaw." Myrtle looked at Harry shyly and said, "I know the relationship between Rove and Lady Gray. ”

"What's the relationship?"

"Well, it's not appropriate to say it here, there are a lot of people." Myrtle said cautiously, "Harry Potter, you came with me and went to my place...... I'll tell you the secret again. ”

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, they were ready to slip away anyway, just in time to get out of the party.

"Let's go, then." Harry and Ron stood up.

Myrtle chuckled.

Rove, you went behind my back to find Ms. Gray, don't blame me for stealing men behind your back...... You were the one who forsaken me first.

Scumbag!

Rove and Helena arrive at the Headless Hunters and find a house-elf ghost.

It was so old that its head looked like it had been cut off by an axe, and the wound was bumpy.

"Oh, Miss Ravenclaw, long time no see!" When the house-elf saw Helena, he immediately bowed respectfully.

"Off, its name is Cole, and he was a house-elf of the Black family when he was alive." Helena explains:

"Cole cut off his head in accordance with the Black family tradition, but when he died, he became a ghost."

"Hello." Rove greeted, "Have you seen that house-elf from Hufflepuff?" ”

"I saw it once when I was younger." Cole whispered, "I've seen its portrait later." ”

"Where did you see that?" Rove asked.

"Smith House, sir." Cole said respectfully, "I saw that portrait in the guest room when I followed my master to visit Smith's house. ”

"Smith's house?"

Rove fell into deep thought.

……

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(End of chapter)