days at Hogwarts

Chapter 188
The next day, morning.

The torrential rain that lasted for more than ten days finally stopped, and the air was damp and chilly, but it was very fresh and made people breathe easily.After the rain, the sky was as clear and blue as a forget-me-not flower, as if it had been washed by a cleansing spell.

Recently, the Gryffindor Quidditch team's training volume has increased to a terrifying level, and training in heavy rain has become the norm.Every time Harry and Ron came back they were covered in mud, dripping on the floor as mud spots, and Filch had cursed at it many times when they cleaned the corridors.

The twins said that if they were caught red-handed, Filch would have been hung in the hallway and whipped.

Inspired by Go, Ron devised several sets of tactics aimed at Slytherin's speed advantage. He hit it off with Wood, and he became the team's recognized reserve. duty.

Colin Creevey, Harry's number one fanatical fan, watched Harry's heroic appearance during training even in heavy rain.Wood didn't believe this kind of rhetoric at all, and seriously suspected that he was a spy sent by Slytherin House to inquire about tactics, and asked Ron to keep an eye on him.

In short, the little wizards are ordinary and busy coming to the second half of October.

In the bedroom, Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville were still sleeping.

Loren casually put on the thick sweater that Mrs. Weasley woven for him, then wrapped it in the magic robe of winter clothes, and walked out of the dormitory after washing with sleepiness.

On the sofa in the common room, a woman with a clear face was sitting holding her notebook. She was so focused that people couldn't take their eyes off it.Hermione waited for him in the common room early, and took the time to review 173 common Animagus animals.

Feeling that the sofa beside her had collapsed, Hermione looked up and down carefully, and frowned slightly.

Loren yawned and grinned at her, "Good morning!"

"Good morning."

Hermione put the notebook into the cloth bag on the slant, stood up and walked out, ready to have breakfast, "You won't be able to get up in the morning before the snow starts."

"It's not because of the weather that I want to stay in bed, it's because I'm really sleepy." Loren Anxin followed her downstairs, with sleepy tears in her eyes, unable to see the way clearly, and didn't want to bother with the winding stairs at all.

"What did you do last night?"

"Fight monsters and maintain peace in the castle."

Because it was the weekend, there were very few little wizards who got up early, and they didn't meet anyone on the road, so they arrived at the auditorium smoothly.The tempting aroma of food in the hot steam just refreshed Loren.

Burnt waffles, bacon, ham and sausage, grapefruit cut in half, two drinks, hot milk and orange juice.

Loren reached out, took a portion of each of these, and put them on his dinner plate.

Hermione watched his movements, took half of his food, and asked while eating, "Did you copy the notes I lent you?"

"Copy it. Don't worry about me?"

Hermione was worried that he would only copy and recite the underlined points, so she opened her mouth to test other knowledge points: "What is the time point when you have a Mandrake in your mouth?"

Loren buried her head in the dinner plate and gulped down the food: "No full moon, no, until the next full moon."

"What materials should be put in the crystal bottle?"

"Saliva, a mandrake, a hair, a teaspoon of dew, and a chrysalis of a hawkmoth..."

The little wizard near them heard this, and was shivering, shouting in their hearts: It's the weekend!It's breakfast time!

Suddenly, the scene in front of them made them tremble even more. A transparent ghost head flew out from under the fruit salad plate. The sticky skin and tendons at the neck stretched very long, and finally pulled Nick's body out. .

The faces of several young wizards turned pale on the spot, their throats shook up and down, and they kept swallowing to suppress the twitching stomach and the feeling of vomiting.

Hermione was also pale, and after swallowing the last piece of bacon in her mouth with difficulty, she expressed strong condemnation with her eyes.

Only Loren didn't change his expression. He drank the milk, smoothed the waffle in his mouth, and burped the ghost.He laughed: "Good morning, Sir Nicholas."

Nick looked at him with a resentful expression: "I'm not well. The Professor Lockhart you found arranged for my death day, as if he was the owner of the death day."

Arranging the venue decoration, preparing the food for the party, directing the elves to rehearse the process of the party, and even his inscription on the tombstone cake were snatched by Lockhart on the grounds that his handwriting was more beautiful.

This is not the 500th anniversary of Nick's death, it is obviously Lockhart's ghost gathering.

Loren frowned, if it was because he fooled Lockhart and affected the party, it was because he had tricked Nick.He asked worriedly, "Is Lockhart here? Is he going to mess up your Deathday party?"

"No, he's doing well." Nick said aggrievedly.

Lockhart has experienced countless signing parties, and has rich experience in this kind of gathering scene. Under his command, the elf arranged the venue in an orderly manner, so that the ghost could not find any faults.

Hermione couldn't help laughing, and Nick's transparent face turned darker. He said sullenly, "I'm going back to continue rehearsing my poetry reading. Remember to attend my party."

"Look, your mocking upsets Nick."

"Obviously you tricked Lockhart into attending the party to upset him."

……

Looking forward, looking forward to, Halloween is coming.

As if to reflect the atmosphere of Halloween, there was another downpour of rain outside the castle, and thick, ink-like dark clouds covered the sky airtight, unable to emit any light.The dome of the castle was also replaced by a scene of heavy rain, and there would be deafening thunder from time to time, and it was hard to tell whether it was a real sound outside or an illusion created by magic.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

A group of little wizards clustered together, screaming and counting down.George aimed at a huge jack-o-lantern hanging in mid-air, and threw in a string of colorful firecrackers.

With the sound of "Boom!", the jack-o-lantern, enough to accommodate three or five people sitting inside, exploded.

A puff of blue smoke emerged from the hollow gap, and the live bats hidden in the jack-o-lantern scrambled out, flying randomly in the mid-air of the auditorium.The other decorative live bats were disturbed, and they also "squeaked" and flew around.

A few lively little white mice burst out of the colorful firecrackers, and landed on the little wizard who was watching the fun below, startled and screaming.

The little wizard who was not affected by the side laughed happily.

At the guest table, Hagrid was so happy that his beard kept shaking, he said to Professor McGonagall: "Even if one day, two Weasley boys blow up the school, I won't be surprised hahaha!"

On this special festival, Professor McGonagall was rarely angry, but also smiled.

Loren and his party had been playing around in the auditorium until seven o'clock before reluctantly preparing to go to the banquet.

"I heard that Principal Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe. I don't even want to go to the ghost banquet." Seamus said reluctantly.

Ron was playing with the plush doll that came out of the colorful firecrackers, and he was also very sorry: "Why is there no clone technique in magic, so that I can attend two banquets at the same time and enjoy double the happiness."

Harry and Neville nodded sharply.

"Observe the agreement! We said we're going to the Deathday Party!" Hermione couldn't understand the people's haggling behavior, and dragged Loren quickly through the aisle to the basement.

Loren was innocent: "Eh!? Don't worry! I also want to see if George and Fred can blow up the jack-o-lantern on Dumbledore's head!"

The corridor in the basement is full of thin candles, the wax is black, and when it burns, it shines with blue light, which looks gloomy when it shines on the faces of living people.Every time the little wizards took a step, the temperature dropped by one point, and Harry's teeth were shaking and clashing when he walked to the door.

He pressed against Hermione, the little witch's body was warm and soft, like a small stove.There is no plot of the death anniversary banquet in the movie, so it shouldn't matter. Loren feels that tonight is safe and can enjoy the festive banquet leisurely.

The welcome music is the sound of nails scraping on the blackboard, making goosebumps.

Nick stood at the door, wrapped in a black velvet curtain, and said with infinite sadness: "My dear friends, welcome, welcome... you—"

Before he finished speaking, Lockhart, who was wearing a fancy gold and blue dress, came out to greet him, took off his hat, twisted it around his hand twice, and bowed gracefully.

Loren was a little unresponsive, and froze in place for a while.

"My dear friends!" Lockhart winked at them, "Yes, on this special day, don't take me as a serious professor, I am your close friend!"

"I'm so glad you can come. Anyway, welcome to Poppington's 500th Anniversary Party!" Lockhart warmly greeted them to go inside, and then waved to Nick standing at the door, "Welcome to the party!" Just leave this to me, hurry up and prepare your show, you are the protagonist of today~"

Loren and the others had complex expressions, and they seemed to understand why Nick was infinitely melancholy.This is for everyone who is not depressed.

The temperature in this underground classroom is extremely low, and a living person can spit out clouds of mist as soon as he breathes out.It was packed with hundreds of milky white, translucent figures.They danced and wandered on the central dance floor, dancing a dance that belonged to ghosts.

It's just that the background music is creepy, and the sound of a bow string being pulled on a musical saw is the same as the sound of nails scraping a blackboard, which makes people get goosebumps.

The sullen ghost of the nun, the ghost of the ragged man in chains, the fat monk, Myrtle, the bloody Baron...

Neville trembled and hid behind Seamus and Dean, but wanted to look again, took a look, retracted, took a look, retracted, his cowardly look was funny.

"Hey, don't be afraid, they can't hurt you."

"I...I know, but I'm still afraid..."

The little wizards got used to it for a while, and after confirming that there was no danger, they divided into several waves and looked around.Harry and Ron went to find Nick together; Seamus, Dean and Neville went to see strange ghosts everywhere.

Loren and Hermione went to the food area together.

The long table was covered with black velvet and smelled bad.Large pieces of rotten meat, haggis full of wriggling insects, mold and green hairs on the cheese.

Nick's tombstone cake was in the middle, the shell had been baked to a taupe char, and there were two lines written in beautiful cursive letters on the tar-like icing:

[Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington

Died on October 1492, 10]

Myrtle floated to the two of them at some point, and said in a sad and soft voice, "Even if it is such rotten food, the ghost's body can't feel it."

"Oh, Myrtle!" Hermione panicked. "No, I mean, good evening, Myrtle."

The name of Crying Myrtle is very famous among the girls. Many people have warned Hermione not to go to the girls' bathroom on the second floor. It is best to turn around and leave when encountering Myrtle.

Myrtle seemed to understand her thoughts: "Good evening, Miss Granger. Don't worry, I haven't screamed at anyone since Loren fixed my toilet."

But your toilet is in the girls' bathroom!
Hermione's eyes widened, she looked at Myrtle, then at Loren, disbelief was written all over her little face.

"This matter is very complicated, and I will explain it to you slowly later." Loren reached out and closed her jaw that dropped in shock.

Myrtle suddenly let out a shrill laugh: "I don't want to disturb you anymore. The Headless Hunter team is here. I'm going to watch the show."

She fluttered quickly to the front row of the dance floor.

Other ghosts seemed to have a similar induction, the band suddenly stopped playing, the underground classroom fell into silence, and many ghosts looked around excitedly.

With the sound of a horn, twelve ghost horses rushed out from the wall, and the knights on the horses held their heads in their hands, using their heads as props to perform various juggling difficult movements.

During the performance, the applause never stopped. It can be seen that the Headless Hunters are very famous in the world of ghosts. After 10 minutes, they broke up and rushed into the group of ghosts, where they were warmly welcomed.

Immediately afterwards, Lockhart's voice sounded: "Wonderful performance! I have never seen such a wonderful performance in my many years of adventure. Then I declare! Deathday party! Officially begin!"

"Nick please!"

All the candles in the underground classroom were extinguished, and Nick slowly floated down from the ceiling, singing in a deep voice: "Which wizard would not make this kind of mistake, when you are busy and feel exhausted, trivial mistakes will kill me directly, I Finding out that my head is about to be chopped off..."

Beneath the soulful Nick's verse, Harry heard another familiar voice.

"...tear you...tear you...kill you..."

More appalling, more creepy and more murderous!
Unlike before, this time he clearly heard the direction of the sound, upstairs, moving quickly in one direction!As if chasing something!
Harry's first reaction was to look at Lockhart next to the dance floor... Yes, Lockhart must be here to attract attention, and his dark magic item took the opportunity to kill people on it.

He put his ear against the wall and listened intently, sensing the direction of the sound.

Ron said strangely: "Harry, why do you—"

"Don't talk yet!" Harry heard the voice again.

"... I'm so hungry... It's been a long, long time..."

"...to kill...it's time..."

Disregarding other superfluous thoughts, Harry pulled Ron up and ran upstairs...

(End of this chapter)