The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

So, replace those who took bribes! "

"Anyway, according to the original plan, the fact that Riddle joined our camp will definitely be exposed soon, so it's better to let him expose it more thoroughly!"

"And when Voldemort learns of a certain undercover agent, he will probably be more relaxed in the investigation of other undercover agents, and it can be regarded as making the best use of Riddle."

"That's the advantage of having more undercover agents!"

Chapter 24 Ghost Party

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Time is like riding a playful Zouwu, coming and going in a hurry.

The end of October is coming soon.

The day before Halloween, the sun had just set at the end of the Black Lake, and the pitch-black night gradually pushed away the afterglow of the evening sun, wrapping the entire sky like a black curtain——

This is the long-awaited Halloween for countless wizards!

Hogwarts has a dungeon for ghosts, packed with hundreds of milky, translucent figures.

Most of them wandered about the crowded and rough dance hall, waltzing to the terrible and quivering voice.

This "yin music" is produced by an "instrument" called the music saw.

This unique "instrument" is usually played using only a bow, producing a trembling sound, as if a thousand fingernails were scratched on a huge blackboard...

The band playing the saw sat on a stage covered with black cloth.A chandelier above their heads imitated the structure of the Hogwarts auditorium, and also lit a thousand candles, but it was not as bright and majestic as the auditorium, but emitted a faint blue light at midnight.

Now, three unharmonious figures have ushered in this ghost territory. Their breathing forms clouds of mist in front of them, as if they have walked into a cold room.

Obviously, these are three living people who got into the ghost banquet.

"Harry, so why did you agree to Nearly Headless Nick to come to his Deathday party?" Ron shivered, pulling his clothes tightly around himself, "It's cold, gloomy and scary in here... instead of waiting Here, I would rather face the big Halloween spider at the entrance of the auditorium!"

Harry nodded approvingly.

He thinks that agreeing to come here for Nearly Headless Nick's death-day party is one of the worst decisions he's made this year—

The other students in the school must have gone to the Halloween dinner happily, and the hall was decorated as usual, and the huge pumpkins that Hagrid had planted were carved into lanterns, big enough for three people sit inside.

What made him regret the most was the rumor that Dumbledore had ordered a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

While the Skeleton Dance Company is certainly not as surprising as last year's star vampire singer Loken Deyce, it is at least a lot better than facing the ghost band's "Yin Music" pulled by a musical saw!

At this time, Nick, who was almost headless, escaped from the crowd of ghosts in the underground classroom, and greeted the three of Harry who had just walked through the door.

"Ah, my dear friend," said he, in a very melancholy tone, wrapped in black velvet, "welcome, welcome . . . I am so glad you are here!"

He took off his feathered hat and bowed gracefully to them.

"Welcome to my [-]th anniversary party," said Nearly Headless Nick. "It's an honor that four living people will come to this party of ghosts!"

"Four living people?" Harry froze for a moment, subconsciously looking into the depths of the dungeon.

In the gloomy environment, he saw a silver-haired figure standing on the ground, in stark contrast to the ghosts floating around.

"Professor Dracula?!" The three exclaimed at the same time.

They originally thought that except for a big culprit like Harry, no one would agree to almost headless Nick to attend this ghostly party.

But Harry and the three never expected that Professor Dracula would also come to Nick's death anniversary party earlier than the three of them. Even judging by how familiar he was with the ghosts around him, it seemed that he had already come. It's been a short time.

At this time, Dracula was standing among a very beautiful and beautiful ghost witch, a ragged man in chains, and a fat monk.

Looking from a distance, the three of Harry could probably see that Dracula was happily talking to the beautiful ghost witch, ignoring the ragged man with a guilty face and a chain around him.

The fat man in a monk's uniform is acting as a peacemaker, trying to mediate the relationship between several people.

"Hermione, Ron, am I showing up

Hallucination? Harry asked softly to the two people beside him, "Why do I feel that Professor Dracula is as gloomy as those ghosts... If he was not standing on the ground properly, I would not be able to tell whether he is a ghost Still alive..."

"I can feel it when you say that." Ron squeezed his chin and nodded exaggeratedly, "Harry, tell me... Could it be that Professor Dracula is not a human, but a materialized ghost?"

"You see, Professor Binns, who is a ghost, can give us lectures. Why can't Professor Dracula be a ghost? According to the experience that Professor Dracula showed us when he was lecturing, it is absolutely impossible to only show it on his face. The age of coming out..."

"In addition, Professor Dracula can also be immune to our spells. This is definitely not something that ordinary wizards can do..." The more Ron said, the more reliable his reasoning became, and he laughed triumphantly , "So there is only one truth—"

"Professor Dracula is actually a ghost!"

Harry: "..."

Hermione: "..."

"Wake up, Ron! It's impossible for ghosts to use magic." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, "And if you arrange Professor Dracula like this, you won't be afraid of being heard by him, and I will add a few more words for you." twice as much homework?"

"Oh, no!" Ron immediately covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Go! Get out of Professor Dracula's sight before you're discovered..."

While speaking, he walked towards the other side with small steps.

"Come on, Harry. Follow Ron." Hermione and Harry looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. "We can't leave him alone."

"Okay." Harry also sighed helplessly, "At least there seem to be a few dining tables in the direction he went, so we can fill our stomachs."

However, when the three of Harry walked to the long dining tables, they showed extremely frightened expressions at the same time.

When approaching the dining table, a strong rancid and sour smell hits the face first.

Barely opening his eyes, Harry saw chunks of rotting meat on beautiful silver platters, large trays of black, charred cakes; , a piece of cheese covered with green hairs.

In the very center of the dining table stood a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with the following words spelled out in tar-like icing——

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Popington died on October 1492, 10.

The three were stunned.

At this time, a fat ghost floated towards the table.

He ducked down and walked straight through the middle of the table, his mouth open, just right through a stinking salmon.

"Can you taste it if you go straight through it like this?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Perhaps," said the ghost sadly, and turned and floated away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make the flavor stronger." Hermione quickly guessed.

Holding her nose, she leaned forward to examine the rotten haggis.

"Stop studying these 'foods', Hermione, I'm already sick to the point of vomiting." Ron said with a bitter face, "Get out of here quickly, maybe we can still catch up with the last dessert of the Halloween dinner."

"Okay, then we'll try to go the other way." Hermione glanced at the way we came, and said softly, "I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle—"

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Do you know why the bathroom that Quirrell sneaked into last year became semi-abandoned?" said Hermione, "The bathroom was out of order all year round because she kept throwing tantrums and splashing water all over the place. "

"I try not to go there as long as I can avoid it. Every time I go there to use the toilet, she will scream at you and cry, it's terrible..."

They were talking, and before they could turn around, a small ghost suddenly emerged from under the table and stopped in mid-air in front of them.

Seeing this ghost, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all startled for an instant.

"Hello, Peeves..." Harry said cautiously, a little wincingly.

No wonder Harry was timid, really.

Because Peeves is a more mischievous ghost than Fred and George—

Peeves is different from the ghosts around him. He is not pale and transparent. On the contrary, he wears a bright orange-red peaked hat and a swirling bow tie. Bad smile.

Not only that, Peeves does not pass through any real object like other ghosts, but can use his body to affect the real substance.This is also the capital for his pranks.

"Want to have some?" Peeves said with a smile, looking at the three little wizards in front of him.

At the same time, he reached out and handed them a bowl of moldy peanuts.

"No thanks," said Hermione stiffly.

"What a pity," said Peeves.

But there was no regret on his expression, instead his eyes flickered, "It's impolite to talk about poor Myrtle!"

He took a deep breath, and roared, "Hey, Myrtle!"

"Oh, no, Peeves, don't tell her what I said, she'll be very upset," whispered Hermione anxiously, "I was joking, I don't mind her..."

However, the ghost of a short and fat girl has come.

"Oh, hello, Myrtle." Hermione had to stop what she had just said, and greeted Myrtle with a pretended cheerful voice.

Myrtle's face was very sad and sullen, half hidden by her long, straight hair and thick, pearl-coloured spectacles.

"What's the matter?" She looked at Peeves sullenly, "I still have important things to do today, don't bother me if there are no important things!"

"Miss Granger was talking about you just now!" Peeves said slyly in Myrtle's ear.

"I was saying... um yes, I was just saying how beautiful you looked tonight." Hermione said with a stiff face, staring at Peeves fiercely.

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously.

"I know you're making fun of me," she said angrily. "Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Poor, moaning, morose Myrtle mother!"

"You missed a 'pimpled'," Peeves whispered in her ear.

Myrtle's voice stopped abruptly.

"Whatever you say, I don't have time to talk to you today!" She took a deep breath, turned her head and looked to the other side, "Professor Dracula has finally become a ghost, and I can share a toilet with him !Great!"

Myrtle's eyes seemed to light up with two stars, in stark contrast to the bitter and bitter look just now.

"Is this really Myrtle? Does she have emotions other than sadness...?" Hermione looked at the excited Myrtle and fell into deep doubt.

However, at this moment, Harry keenly discovered a problem in Myrtle's words——

"Wait, Myrtle," Harry said in surprise, "You mean...you think Professor Dracula has turned into a ghost too?"

……

On the other side, Dracula, who was being discussed by little wizards such as Myrtle and Harry, didn't care about the situation here.