Chapter 293 Death Anniversary Party

In a blink of an eye, Halloween is coming again.

To put it simply, something bad is definitely going to happen.

Robert, who just wanted to eat Hagrid's carefully cultivated pumpkins as soon as possible, completely gave up thinking about what "good things" would happen on Halloween this year.

Until Hermione came and asked him about the precautions for attending the ghost party.

"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington's 500th death anniversary party?" Robert looked at her strangely, "How could you even think of attending such a thing?"

"That's nothing, Robert." Hermione's face was full of excitement, "This is a party for ghosts! They rarely invite living people. I mean, there are definitely very few people who have attended such a party. Absolutely very interesting!"

"..." Robert was a little afraid to tell her that the death anniversary party was not an interesting event, but Hermione, who had been fascinated by Lockhart's biographical stories, was not interested in things like "novelty" and "adventure" at this time. Have 120,000 points of interest.

Her good mood did not last long.

Harry was the first to regret it.

As they were heading to the party venue, they happened to pass by the auditorium.

At this time, the auditorium was very lively.

In order to celebrate the little wizards' escape from the clutches of the cold, Principal Dumbledore specially invited a famous skeleton dance troupe to perform for everyone. It was probably the youthful aura of the little wizards that stimulated the Skeleton Dance Troupe. Their musicians brought a huge bone jazz drum from somewhere and have been beating it until now. The pumpkin lanterns float in the air, and the candlelight flickers on and off. The auditorium inexplicably felt like a disco, and the little wizards were already extremely high!

The tables were moved around the auditorium, and now there were desserts that were rarely seen on them. The sweet smell penetrated into Harry's nose, and the smell was so tempting.

He really wanted to rush in and have a carnival with his friends, but in order to keep his agreement with Nick, he could only bite the bullet and walk underground.

The underground buildings of Hogwarts are more majestic than those on the ground. Because they are underground all year round, although they are protected by magic from getting wet, they are indeed darker than the buildings above the ground.

After walking down the stairs, the candlelight on the right aisle pointed the way for the three of them.

"It should be over here." Harry pointed to the uncomfortable-looking candlelight on the wall, "Let's go over there, Nick's party should have started."

The black candles emitted a blue light, giving the entire aisle an eerie feeling. As they moved forward, the temperature of the entire aisle continued to decrease.

"Why is it so cold here?" Ron tightened his wizard robe tightly and looked at Hermione in confusion.

Hermione looked at him strangely, "Don't you know that the temperature in places where ghosts gather will be very low? For this reason, I learned the constant temperature spell from Robert." As she said this, she saw Harry's lips trembling. , I feel like I have overestimated the IQ of these two companions.

"Okay, okay." She reluctantly took out her wand, "I don't know how long this spell can last, but how could you come to the ghost party without any preparation?"

Harry cursed in his mind, I didn't know the ghost's party would be so cold!

But he couldn't say it directly. After all, he didn't even understand the basic situation of the banquet and just came to participate. It was indeed a bit too casual.

Hermione's spell quickly took effect, and Harry and Ron clearly felt that their bodies were no longer so cold. They decided to move on until they heard a sound like a sharp carving knife scraping glass.

What's even more frightening is that there is not just one carving knife, but tens of millions of them.

"What is that sound..." Harry's eyes went straight, "I have a bad feeling."

Hermione frowned and covered her ears depressedly, "Oh my god, I thought the description in the book was exaggerated enough, but I didn't expect that the reality would be even more terrifying after hearing it. This is the ghost song, and they are singing and dancing inside. Here! Let’s go in quickly!”

"...You call this singing?" Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief, "God, I have never heard such an unpleasant sound."

"Shut up, Weasley." Hermione turned around and glared at him, "You have to respect the ghosts, at least don't express your disgust at their music in person."

Ron shrugged, "I won't promise not to tell you when the time comes."

Hermione obviously wanted to educate him, but they had already reached their destination.

Nearly headless Nick stood at the door of a dungeon, chatting happily with someone.

Seeing the man, Hermione trotted over and asked happily, "Robert, are you here too?"

Robert nodded, "I was originally going to the auditorium, but I happened to meet Sir when I was going out, so I was invited to come."

With a black velvet curtain draped around his body and a feathered hat on his head, Nick expressed excitement, "I'm so happy, my dear friends, that you are willing to come to my death anniversary party on such an important day..."

He took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited them in, "I believe you will not be disappointed."

Harry smiled awkwardly, not wanting to tell him that he actually regretted it even before he entered the basement...

The underground of Hogwarts Castle is very empty, except for some classrooms, which are quite large rooms usually called dungeons.

The four of them opened the door and were shocked by the scene in front of them.

There are hundreds of milky white, translucent figures in the dungeon.

On the stage covered with black cloth, thirty musical saws made a terrible and trembling sound. Most of the ghosts were crowded in the dance floor and floating around, clapping in time and dancing waltz.

The entire room was illuminated by a chandelier above the head, with about a thousand black candles lit layer upon layer, emitting a faint blue light, which looked very strange.

The surrounding temperature was a bit low, and clouds of white mist emerged from their mouths and noses. Fortunately, they had used magic spells before and did not feel cold.

"Now that you're here, let's take a look around." Robert suggested, "Maybe there will be some unexpected gains."

It was the first time for the little wizards to attend this kind of party and they had little experience. After hearing Robert's suggestion, they started walking around.

Harry and Ron saw familiar figures in the room, that was the Fat Friar and the Bloody Barrow, they were the ghosts of Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

A group of glum-looking nuns were chatting away, a ragged man in chains, and a knight holding a wine glass with an arrow stuck in his forehead were laughing.

Hermione seemed to have found the unexpected result that Robert had mentioned. She was talking excitedly to a warrior who was covered in blood and holding a shield. Most of the time, the warrior was talking. Hermione would occasionally ask questions, and the warrior would be patient. Explain to her.

"That was probably a soldier who participated in some war." Robert explained to the two of them, "Jazz has a lot of friends. I wonder what stories he has about him?"

As he spoke, he approached with curiosity, ready to hear what kind of past this warrior had.