Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 472 Death Day Party and Uninvited Guests

Time goes back to when the Halloween party just started.
In the Gryffindor lounge, Hermione hesitated and said to the friends: "Harry, I heard from the seniors that the ghost party is different from what we imagined."

Ron also had regret on his face: "And I heard that the school's banquet tonight is very lively. Dumbledore also prepared a skeleton dance troupe. It's a skeleton dance troupe! You'll regret it if you don't watch it!"

Harry sighed and said, "But we have already promised Sir Nick, we must not go back on our word, and it is the 500th birthday, so it should be very meaningful."

"I don't think it's meaningful for a ghost to have a birthday." Ron complained silently.

Hermione came up with an idea: "How about we leave early later? Maybe we can still catch up with the school banquet."

"But."

Harry was hesitating, when Neville, who had changed his clothes, ran down from the stairs and apologized with a blushing face, "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting."

"It's okay, we were just discussing the Deathday Party." Harry shook his head, and asked Neville, "We don't want to miss the school banquet, so we're thinking about running away early, right, what do you think, Neville?"

"Me? I listen to Harry." Neville scratched his head honestly and said.

"Forget it, we're here anyway, it's not good to run away halfway, let's stay until their party is over." Ron hugged his shoulders and said, "It's not that bad from Fred and the others. Party, there must be something fun there, maybe we can play monster cards with ghosts!"

"That's right, well, everyone is here, let's go quickly." Harry stood up, and walked out of the common room with his friends.

"Okay, okay, although I still think it was a mistake for us to agree to this. Otherwise, we wouldn't be the only ones in the whole school to attend the ghost party." Hermione held her notebook and muttered.

Ron habitually contradicted Hermione: "That's because we are the only ones who got the invitation! Not everyone is qualified to go to the party of the ghosts!"

A few people walked downstairs noisily, and greeted many wizards who rushed to the dinner party together. When they reached the first floor, they glanced at the lively dinner party on the other side from afar. They all showed envious expressions involuntarily.

Harry took a deep breath and said, "Let's go too!"

Several people nodded in unison, and then walked towards the underground classroom where the ghosts held the banquet
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"Harry, I'm sorry." Ron said in a low voice with his eyes down, his head down.

"I knew it, I knew it." Hermione wrapped herself tightly in her clothes, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

"." Harry pushed his glasses that had started to frost, and asked in a commanding tone, "Let's leave early."

"Hehehe, I'll listen to Harry." Neville scratched his head foolishly, with an innocent expression on his face.

At this time, the four of Harry were at the scene of the ghost party - the underground classroom, no, or it would be better to call it the cold room.

The professor was surrounded by dark, slender candles, which shone with blue light when they were burning, and shone on their four faces full of vitality, which also looked gloomy.

Party music was playing in the classroom, and it sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping across a giant blackboard.

In the very center of the dungeon was crowded hundreds of milky white, translucent figures, most of whom were wandering around the crowded dance hall, waltzing to the terrifying and trembling background music.

"I'll record tonight's experience or... maybe I can sell it for a good price" Even at this time, Hermione never forgot her little plan to make money.

"No one ever told me that ghosts' party theme is hopeless." Ron was trembling all over, and he didn't know whether he was angry or frozen, "I must kill Fred and George one day. "

They stood in the corner of the classroom for a while, and Nick, who was wearing a black velvet curtain, spotted them and quickly floated over.

"My dear friends," said Nick, with infinite sadness, "welcome, I am so glad to have you here."

Harry smiled awkwardly and politely: "Nick Ji Ji Chen is sad"

"Thank you, you have to have fun too, please play as you please."

"Okay, but we probably won't be around for long, and we plan to catch up with the school dinner"

"Of course, I can understand. You can just do what you want." Nick drifted away with a sad expression on his face. He didn't know if he was hurt by Harry's words, but they were not in the mood to care about it now.
"Look, there's something to eat over there!" Neville said, pointing to the long table at the other end of the classroom.

"Let's go over and have a look, move your body, and fill your stomach by the way."

They couldn't wait to catch up and walked forward, and then stopped in horror, because the smell here was too bad.

On the long table, chunks of rotting meat lay on beautiful silver plates, black, charred cakes piled high on large trays, and there were masses of maggot-infested haggis, covered with green hairs. cheese platter.
In the middle of the table, there is a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, exuding a strange smell that does not seem to be human. On it, the words like this are spelled out with tar-like icing: [Sir Nicholas de Mimsy - passed away On October 1492, 10]

Several people were dumbfounded.

"Do you still want to eat?"

"I'd rather die than die!" x3
Then a fat ghost approached the table, crouched 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 asked him with a wooden face.

"Almost, it smells quite good." The ghost replied sadly, then turned and floated away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make the taste stronger." Hermione said wisely, she covered her nose and leaned forward to examine the rotten haggis, probably for her "new" Works" have accumulated enough inspiration
Suddenly, the ghosts on the dance floor started to commotion, which also attracted Harry's attention. They saw a beautiful girl with an inappropriate painting style riding a broom and descending on the dance floor with colorful rays of light. That was Peeves. Pepper.

"Damn it! Somebody come and drive Peeves out!"

"Who let this guy in!"

"Things that ruin the atmosphere! Get out!"

The ghosts were in a mess. After Pepper made a mess of the party, he was chased away by a group of evil spirits with giggling laughter, and also drove away the only light in Harry's heart.
Then they met the crying Myrtle, Barrow the Bleeding Man, and Patrick the Headless Hunter who appeared on a ghost horse.
Finally, when seeing a group of ghosts discussing who is more proficient in scary skills, Ron said with chattering teeth: "I can't stand it anymore."

"Then let's go." Harry said approvingly.

"Are you finally able to leave? I hope this experience is worth what I have paid for it." Hermione's eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

Neville put down the coke cake in his hand: "I'm really hungry too"

They moved slowly toward the door, nodding and smiling at everyone who looked at them, and a minute later they were hurrying down the dimly lit hallway.

"The pudding is probably not finished yet," said Ron hopefully, leading the way to the auditorium.

At this time, Harry heard a very noisy voice coming from his ear, and he said, "It sounds like it's quite lively over there, and it can be heard from here."

As a result, everyone around him looked at him strangely, and Ron said suspiciously, "Harry, don't you have auditory hallucinations? It's very quiet in the corridor."

"? You didn't hear?" Harry froze suddenly, and then he heard the noise clearly, as if a group of people parading on the street shouted some slogans, but how could there be a parade here? What about the voice?Harry listened carefully, before he heard them shouting the monotonous word: [destroy]! 【destroy】! [Rush, rush]!
"???" Harry said loudly, "There seems to be something wrong! Hermione! Luminescence!"

Hermione hasn't even reacted yet, Ron's shot is faster than her, he almost reflexively flicked forward, and threw a card into the corridor, the card flew in the air and suddenly " Exploded" with a dazzling light, and Hermione hadn't drawn her wand out of her arms yet.

Ron scratched his head and smiled dryly, "Ahaha, this. I'm used to it. I just think it's so handsome."

But no one cared about his explanation. The other three stayed where they were with their mouths open and their eyes widened, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

When Ron turned his head, he saw - snakes overwhelming.

snake!snake!snake!In the corridor, on the walls, on the ceiling. Countless strips of reptiles "spread" the entire corridor!What they saw almost turned into a snake den!

"What did I see in Merlin's beard?" Ron muttered blankly.

The group of snakes stimulated by the strong light noticed the four people in front of them, and all roared in this direction, and the whole corridor resounded with a terrifying sound of "hissing——", which was more exciting than the ghost party just now too much!

"His-!!"

When the fluorescent spell in the distance was slowly dimming, Hermione suddenly felt a blur in front of her eyes, and a snake head suddenly appeared in front of her!At this time, the snake head was being held by someone, but its winding body was twisting crazily in front of Hermione's eyes, and the sudden stimulation made Hermione scream.

"Stop screaming! Run!" Harry, who grabbed the snake's head with one hand, had a serious expression on his face. He held the snake's head tightly and threw it to the ground, and the snake's body slapped and crawled out on the floor. There was a loud noise, and then he was paralyzed and twitched, unable to move.
Harry drew his wand out of his pocket, and shouted at the people behind him, "Quick! Go to the auditorium! Tell Professor Dumbledore! I'll stop them!"

"Harry! I'll help you!" Neville held his wand in the posture of holding a sword in both hands, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Harry.

Hermione was a little weak, and ran back staggeringly. She knew that the situation was very urgent, and every second must be raced.

Ron bit down, reached into his pocket, took out dozens of cards and threw them towards the pile of snakes, then turned around and ran away.

The card exploded with bright light, illuminating the corridor like daylight, and Ron's voice echoed in the corridor:

"Harry you hold on! We'll be back soon!"

(End of this chapter)