Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 143 Nick's Death Day Redemption

Every time Hera took a step forward, the temperature dropped.Hera pulled the clothes around herself.This is when he suddenly saw something rushing in the dark corridor.

A massive silhouette with something very big, with big shimmering eyes.

It rushed straight at Hera, fast and agile, pattering its feet on the floor.

After getting closer, Hera barely recognized that it was a big black dog. It rushed about three to five meters in front of Hera. It looked at Hera, and then walked gracefully past Hera, wagging its tail.

But when he walked past Hera, he could clearly see that it was not in good condition, its coat was not shiny, it was even a little scruffy, and it was skinny, even thinner than Filch's Mrs. Norris, but the skeleton was slightly bigger, which just gave Hera a jump.

Hera didn't think too much about it, just thought it was the student's lost pet. This happens every year. It seems that it has been lost for a long time, and it has become so thin.

Continuing to walk forward, Hera heard a sound, as if a thousand fingernails were scraping on a huge blackboard.

"Is this considered music?" Hera murmured with her ears blocked, but the purpose of his trip was not to attend Nick's Deathday party.

He turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in black velvet.

"Oh! I didn't expect you to come!" He said with infinite sadness, "Welcome, welcome. I thought that guy Barrow was joking. Of course, you know, he never jokes, and he doesn't even talk much."

He took off his feathered hat, and bowed Hera to come in.

The sight in front of me was unbelievable.The dungeon was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of them wandering up and down the crowded dance floor, waltzing to the ghastly trembling sounds of thirty musical saws played by a band that sat on a black-clothed stage.Overhead, no fewer than a thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier, casting a midnight blue glow.

Hera's breath formed a mass of weapons in front of her, as if walking into a cold room.

"Does anyone know where the Bloody Baron is?" Hera asked a ghost that was drifting past him.He ignored Hera at all and drifted straight towards a lady.

"What an impolite guy." Hera complained in a low voice. He decided to find the location of the bloody Baro himself. He was probably hiding in a corner or somewhere.

He walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, past a group of sullen nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a stout friar—the ghost of Hufflepuff, who was said to be jovial and jovial—talking to a knight with an arrow in his forehead.

Hera finally saw the bloody Baro. He was skinny, with straight eyes, haggard, silvery blood stains on his body, and a pair of shackles on his hands. The other ghosts consciously made room for him.

"Baro, I'm here." Hera said in a deep voice. He suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if someone had forcefully stuffed a large block of ice from the back of his neck in the middle of the night, which made his soul tremble.

Myrtle, who had crossed Hera's body roughly, was a girl with eyes and a lot of acne on her face. She usually stayed in the girls' bathroom on the first floor.

Hera shivered with her shoulders in her arms, and stood beside the bloody Baro.In comparison, he would rather be closer to the bloody Barrow, at least he would not casually pass through other people's bodies.

"Are you here?" Bloody Baro's voice was harsh and unpleasant, like a spatula rubbing against a broken iron pot.

"Yes, here I am."

"Follow me." The bloody Baro floated up, and he led Hera to the outside. The ghost consciously gave them a wide way—this was extremely difficult, and there were already too many ghosts here.

Hera looked at Nick's party, a long table covered with black velvet in the dungeon.There was a horrible smell to it, huge chunks of rotting meat on beautiful silver platters, big trays of black, charred cakes;

In the very center of the table stood a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which was spelled out in tar-like icing: Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Popington died October 1492, 10.

Anyway, Hera was stunned. These things were indeed not for human consumption. Fortunately, he had no illusions.

It's just that when they passed through the door, Hera saw a few figures that gave him a headache.

Harry!

why is it you again! ?

Can't you let me see you less often?

Every time I met Harry, nothing good happened, and Hermione, why did she come to Nick's death anniversary party with Harry?

What are you doing here without honestly attending the Halloween dinner upstairs?
"Hera!" Hermione greeted Hera on tiptoe, and she waved her arms excitedly like a windmill.

"Oh, Hermione, why are you here?" Hera stopped, and the bloody Baron was leaning against the wall quietly. He had a lot of time to waste, and he needed some time to sort out his mood.

Harry held his nose, as if he could already smell corruption, "Sir Nearly Headless Sir Nicholas invited us."

Hera rubbed her fingers on her chin, and asked in an uncertain tone: "You should have eaten something before—you should know that there is no food that can be swallowed by strangers at the Deathday Party."

"I don't think we have." Hermione's face was a little pale, she also asked about the rotten smell, and she even retched a little.

Hera raised her eyebrows, "I hope you have a good night, I still have something to go out." After saying that, Hera strode forward.

He couldn't stand the disgusting smell anymore!

"I thought you would chat with them for a while." The bloody Baro said sadly. As a ghost, he floated in front of Hera in just a few breaths.

Hera spread her hands indifferently, "Stupid lion of Gryffindor, I'm afraid my brain will become empty after communicating too much."

"A wise move." The blood man Baro praised, but the aura around him seemed to be a little lower than before.

"By the way, where are we going?"

"The Ravenclaw Tower."

　My poor manuscript!
　　i'm so stupid. really
　　You shouldn't talk big in the group!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)