"What are you talking about?" On Halloween, most people's faces were filled with festive cheer, but Harry had a sad expression on his face, and Maple walked over and asked curiously.

"At the death party, Nick helped Harry get rid of one of Filch's punishments, so Harry agreed to participate in Nick's 500th birthday, which is today." Hermione spoke for Harry, the expression on his face looked interested, but Harry beside him looked depressed, he regretted that he shouldn't have agreed to go to the death party so hastily, and Ron, who had to go with Harry, had a gloomy face that could drip water.

"You guys go too, we can go there together!" Maple said with gusto.

"You're going too, that's great." Hermione said happily.

At seven o'clock, they walked through the hallway where Halloween was celebrated with its lights and candles. Harry and Ron glanced nostalgically across the auditorium, and then had to follow in the footsteps of Maple and Hermione in the opposite direction, moving away from the bustling auditorium and toward the deserted underground classroom.

The aisles leading to the meeting place of the ghosts are also covered with various decorations. Perhaps influenced by the Maple and Weasley brothers, these aisles were all filled with a dark blue jack-o-lantern that flickered softly in the eerie ghostly fire.

In the dim light and oppressive silence, the atmosphere of this aisle is clearly more in line with the original intention of Halloween. Compared to Hermione's intriguing gaze around her, Harry and Ron's heavy gasps from time to time were a bit of a shame for their wizarding status. Looking at their appearance, it really makes people wonder if they are the pair of little heroes who bravely broke into the Philosopher's Stone mechanism last year.

The closer they got to where the ghosts were, the more the temperature dropped, and the eerie atmosphere around them made Harry and Ron's little faces whiter and paler.

Harry and Ron shuddered, pulling their clothes tight around themselves. Maple shook his head, then took out his wand and cast a silent warm-up spell in Harry's direction. Although there are only two objects of the group, the technique of the group spell and the silent spell is still quite difficult.

"Hey, why is it not cold all of a sudden?" Harry and Ron suddenly felt warmed up and couldn't help but be surprised.

"That's because Maple cast a warm-up spell on you! I think you'll have to spend less time playing and more on your studies in the future, or you'll feel like a Muggle when you stay with Maple in the future! Hermione told them the answer, and didn't forget to criticize them.

Finally, they turned the last corner and saw Nick, who was almost headless, standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend," he said with infinite sorrow, "welcome, welcome, I am glad that you are here! ”

He took off his hat with feathers and bowed to invite them in.

The sight in front of me was unbelievable -

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 chandelier overhead flickered with five hundred ghost flames, representing the 500th anniversary of Nick's death. Although they were also eerie colors, these flames were hundreds of times brighter than the ghost fires in the hallway.

The breath of the four of them formed a cloud of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold room. If it weren't for Maple's warm-up spell, they wouldn't have been able to stand it.

Unbeknownst to Harry and Ron, Maple was still a guy of the opposite sex and inhumanity, and he had quietly cast a warming charm on himself and Hermione with a silent charm from the beginning, and it was only after they had been freezing for a while that Maple added the warming charm to them.

Harry and the others were surprised to find that most of the ghosts floated over to greet Maple enthusiastically after he appeared, and after the ghosts that were not moving in place were whispered in the ears of the knowing ghosts, they also immediately floated up to greet Maple with an excited and eager look on their faces.

And the ghosts who still didn't come to say hello after knowing about Maple's situation were the bloody Barrow and the crying myrtle.

Barrow the Bloody Man was a ghost of Slytherin, he was scrawny, his eyes were straight, and his body was covered in silver blood, not only the students feared him, but even the ghosts seemed to be afraid of him, and the other ghosts made a large empty space around him.

"Oh, oops!" Hermione stopped suddenly, "Turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to a crying myrtle!" ”

"Who's the crying myrtle?" Seeing Hermione's appearance, Harry and Ron couldn't help but wonder who had the power to make our Miss Jack-of-all-trades look like this.

"She's 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 terrible! ”

"What is Maple doing?" Ron said suddenly, only to see Maple take out plates and place them on a long large table made of several desks in the center of the underground classroom, and the table was also covered with black velvet.

"Duoduo, I'm sorry for you!" After the table was filled with plates, Maple said to the empty plates.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large single-layer cake appeared on the large tray in the center of the table, and on top of the cake stood another gray cake in the shape of a huge tombstone, on which was written: Sir Nicholas de Minci died on October 31, 1492.

At the same time, the same abundance of food appeared on the other empty plates as at the Halloween feast.

Ron couldn't help but swallow, and he immediately felt hungry at the sight of the table full of food.

Maple immediately took out three more empty plates and handed them to Harry Ron and Hermione respectively, "It's yours, just shout at the plate if you want to eat, and don't forget to thank the house-elves when you're done!" ”

Harry and Ron immediately took the plate with joy and thanked Maple, "You are still thoughtful, Maple!" It's all set! ”

"House-elves?" After Hermione took the plate, she asked curiously,

"The school kitchen is full of house-elves, and this is probably the place with the most house-elves in the world, more than 100! On weekdays, they are responsible for the cleaning of the common room and the lighting of the fireplace. Maple said.

Hermione didn't know much about house-elves right now, so she didn't bother with slave labor or anything like that, but asked, "How come I've never seen them?" ”

"They rarely leave the kitchen during the day, they come out to clean at night, and they only start working when no one is around. Because they probably think that the mark of a good house-elf is that you don't even know they exist! Maple said.

Then Maple didn't bother to talk to Hermione, only to see him put a few incense candles on the table, and then took out a large stack of prepared Yin and Yang Spiritual Talismans, and the magic of the charms was ignited with magic, turning into an invisible force that spread along the fine smoke of the incense candles to every piece of food.

Neither Harry Ron nor Hermione saw any change in the food, but there was a huge change in the ghost's eyes, and their eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the eager eyes wanted to pounce on the food at once.

"What kind of magic is this?" Hermione couldn't figure out what to do after looking at it for a long time, so she asked curiously.

"This is a yin and yang psychic talisman!" Maple said, explaining to them what the magic was for.

"How can there be such magic?" Hermione's eyes lit up and she said, seeing that Hermione was so interested, Maple dug up a little food and let Hermione taste it.

"Hey, there's no smell at all, is this the power of magic?" The interest on Hermione's face intensified.

"By the way, how did they eat before this magic?" Ron, who was nibbling on a large chicken leg in his mouth, stepped forward and said curiously.

A weird smile appeared on Maple's face, you asked me, don't blame me!

"They can't eat our food, so in order to be able to sing about the taste of some food, they choose some rotten foods, such as rotten, maggot-filled lamb tripe, cheese covered in green hair, and smelly salmon.

"Vomit vomit!" Ron spat out all the chicken legs that filled his mouth, and Harry was also affected by the pond fish spitting up the pumpkin juice he had just drunk, and he regretted that he hadn't closed his ears just now.

"What the hell are you doing!" Hermione spat as well, and then said angrily, twisting it Maple's waist as she spoke. Are girls self-taught about this kind of thing, Maple thought with a bitter face.

At this moment, twelve ghost horses suddenly rushed out of the wall of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on it. All the participants in the party applauded warmly.

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

Now, thanks to Maple's help, Nick, who was almost headless, has also become one of the Headless Horsemen, and they have come to celebrate Nick's 500th birthday.

Under the performance of the Headless Horsemen, Nick floated to the center of the table and shouted, "Please pay attention, now I will speak!" It is with great sorrow that my late lords, ladies and gentlemen—"

No one listened to Nick closely, and all the ghosts stared at the abundance of food on the table, muttering to Nick that he would finish his nonsense quickly.

Nick didn't know how long he had prepared his speech, and he said that it hadn't been over for a long time. The ghosts were impatient, but it was Nick's birthday, and they were too embarrassed to interrupt him.

"Nick, catch the ball!" In the end, it was the Headless Horsemen who took the initiative and threw their heads at Nick, their Headless Horsemann's exclusive game of overhead hockey. Nick subconsciously catches the ball. Then the other ghosts then showed a grateful look at the headless horseman who was serving, and immediately pounced on the food on the table.

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