Chapter 294 Ghosts
"Robert! Come here and listen to his story!" Hermione's eyes seemed to have little stars in her eyes, "He was once a heroic soldier under King Arthur!"
Robert looked at the calm ghost in surprise, with a look of surprise on his face, "That happened more than 1,500 years ago. Oh my God, doesn't that mean you experienced that era? Wait a minute, are you a Knight of the Round Table? A member of?”
The warrior shook the shield in his hand uneasily, "No, I'm just an ordinary soldier... How could I be a great knight? I only experienced some trivial wars and did not bring the final victory to my king. I So ashamed..."
Robert slowed down his voice and said comfortingly, "You don't have to feel guilty."
"Huh?" The soldier looked at him doubtfully.
"You are fighting for King Arthur! A warrior who will bring glory to the king even if he dies in battle! I think that king must be proud to have a warrior like you." Robert looked serious, "Tell me, warrior, you Are you willing to recreate the glory of King Arthur!"
"Of course!" The soldier's eyes were full of determination, and his aura became sharper, sweeping away the previous decadence.
"What are they two doing? Why are they surrounding that ghost?" Ron looked at Hermione and Robert in confusion, and his intuition told him that there was a story there.
"I don't know." Harry said listlessly, "I already regret coming to this party. This is not the place we should come."
Ron patted him on the shoulder and said sympathetically, "I think so too, mate."
Harry sighed, why did he so blindly agree to Nick's invitation?
"Okay, forget those unpleasant things!" Ron's eyes were bright, "Look what I found! Food!"
Following the direction of Ron's finger, Harry turned and looked.
It was a long table covered with thick black velvet, with plates of food on it.
They were so hungry that they couldn't think of anything more and couldn't wait to step forward. However, before they reached the table, they stopped with a look of horror on their faces.
The bad smell only penetrates into the nose.
Look carefully, what kind of serious food is that?
Large pieces of rotten and blackened meat were placed on beautiful silver plates, dark, charred cakes were piled haphazardly on large trays, a pile of maggot-stuffed lamb tripe, and a large piece of long Cheese full of green hair.
That's not all.
At position C is a huge tombstone-shaped cake, gray in color and looking full of death, with tar-like frosting written on the front:
Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington
Died on October 31, 1492
This is a death anniversary cake.
Harry was stunned, this...
Ron retched, "Merlin's beard! What is this? Why should I give up the glittering tableware and sweet food upstairs and come to such a ghost place?"
At this time, a fat ghost floated towards the table. Harry and Ron made room to see him squatting down and opening his mouth. His transparent body penetrated directly through the table and passed through a big smelly horse. passed over the fish.
His strange behavior confused the two of them.
"If you put it through like this, can you taste it?" Harry asked him doubtfully.
The ghost looked melancholy, glanced at him, nodded, and floated away.
"What does he mean?" Harry was a little confused, "Does he mean to say that this is how all ghosts solve the problem of eating?"
"There's no point in thinking about that kind of thing. Let's go, this is really disgusting." Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I almost vomited!"
Harry felt the same way.
However, before they could turn around, a short male ghost suddenly emerged from under the table and hovered in front of them with a wicked smile on his face.
It's Peeves.
"Hello, Peeves." Harry looked at it warily.
Because it was a death anniversary party, there was no problem with Peeves appearing here as a ghost, but it was different from other ghosts after all, at least it was not translucent.
It was wearing a bright orange party hat, a rotating bow tie around its neck, and a wicked smile that sent chills down the spine.
"Want some?" he said sweetly, handing them a bowl of moldy peanuts.
"No, thank you." Harry swallowed. It was over. He was a little afraid to look directly at peanuts and peanut butter.
Peeves wanted to say something else, but Ron shouted loudly, "Peeves, get out of here! Otherwise we'll call Bloody Baron over!"
Apparently, the ghost was a stronger deterrent to Peeves than anything else. He screamed, dropped the silver bowl and ran away.
Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry, as if to say, "How about it, man, am I good at this?"
Harry had a bad feeling. Would Peeves leave so easily?
The ghost of a short, fat girl floated past the two of them. Her temperament is melancholy and gloomy, and she wears a pair of pearl-colored glasses that look very rustic. The glasses are so big that they cover half of her face, while the other half of her face is covered by her long straight hair. The shadow appears below.
Ron looked disgusted, "What bad luck! This is Moaning Myrtle."
"???" Harry looked at him doubtfully, "Have we seen her?"
"She is a ghost in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. She usually stays in a certain toilet and loses her temper. She likes to splash water everywhere. If you go to the toilet in there, she will scream at you." Luo En explained, "All the upperclassmen know this. Ginny was scared to death when she first arrived, and Fred and the others almost rushed in to fight for her."
Harry had black streaks all over his head and rushed into the women's toilet. Would the twins be beaten to death?
"Didn't they want to bring Ginny a toilet seat back?" Ron glared at Myrtle in disgust, "What they wanted to take was the toilet seat from the toilet where Myrtle often stayed, and there was no one there anyway. You know how to use it, don’t you?”
While they were talking, the two saw Peeves approaching Myrtle, and they didn't know what it said. Myrtle actually turned to look at them, and then floated over.
"...Ron, stop talking." Harry swallowed, "She's here."
The ghost was very fast, and as soon as Harry finished speaking, she was already floating in front of the two of them.
"What do you want from me?" Because he was floating, Harry saw her covered face from below, which was tense at the moment.
Ha opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his head seemed to be filled with something, and he couldn't say anything.
He looked at Peeves in surprise. It was sticking out its tongue towards him, with a proud look on its face.
Was it Peeves?
What is it going to do?
There was a question mark on Harry's forehead, and he wanted to catch this guy and ask him what he had done to him.
