MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 46 halloween night story

Halloween is coming soon, and with it comes the nearly headless Nick's 500th birthday party.

"I bet there aren't many people alive who can say they've been to a party like this...it must be amazing!"

If there was no reminder from the **** Barrow, maybe Ask would be as excited as Hermione, but after knowing the truth in the end, although his tears did not fall, he was no longer interested in such a death anniversary party where living people were not welcome at all.

"I'm so stupid, really..." Asked with a sad face, "I only knew that Harry and the others were going to the death party, but I didn't know they told Hermione about it, and I didn't know that Hermione also So interested in this one..."

That's how it happened, I don't know what Harry thought, Nick originally only invited him, but he fooled Ron again. Ron, who was fooled, had no idea how terrible the death anniversary party was. He regarded it as a bragging capital, and as a result, Hermione became interested in it. I wanted to go to the death anniversary party, but because my relationship with Harry and Ron was not very good recently, I was rejected by the two of them as expected. Of course, Harry's starting point was that he had an ominous premonition about this matter. Anyway, there were already people who were unlucky with him, so there was no need to pull others into the water, and Ron was simply unhappy.

"Want to go with us? Yes, come and beg me!"

After all, Hermione wasn't the shameless and unscrupulous type of Asker, and she had already guessed this answer when she asked the question. She smiled and watched Harry and Ron finish copying her homework. It was already midnight. Harry and Ron were about to go back to sleep, but Hermione said this:

"I'm really sorry, I got it wrong just now. The copy you copied is my set of wrong questions."

Asker didn't know what kind of mood Harry and Ron were in at the time. Anyway, he felt chills after hearing Hermione talk about it, because he was copying Hermione's homework recently, and he also sold the answers to other people. Slytherin student.

It was about seven o'clock, and Asker and Hermione walked straight through the doorway, which happened to lead into the crowded auditorium. There were lanterns, candles, and gold plates on the table, alluring, but they headed toward the basement.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was also lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant: they were all dark, thin little candles that flickered as they burned Lan Yingying's light, even when it shone on the vibrant faces of the two of them, looked gloomy. With every step they took, the temperature was dropping. Fortunately, Asker was well prepared. He and Hermione both put on winter coats.

The **** Barrow is right, the brains of these ghosts are all dry, and their standards for judging things are different from those of the living, like the kind that looks like a thousand nails are scratching on a huge blackboard. Sound, these ghosts actually think of this sound pollution as music!

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

Asker took out two pairs of earplugs from his pocket. They were small, only the size of a mung bean, but they had excellent sound insulation. Hermione took a pair, plugged her ears, and the whole world was clean. However, this way they can't hear anyone else talking. Asker took out another small notebook and a pen, quickly wrote a few sentences on it, and showed it to Hermione.

"Don't say anything after entering, just smile and nod."

Hermione nodded, which was a good idea, anyway, she was just here to watch, even if she didn't speak, it was fine. After a while, they turned a corner and saw Nick, almost headless, standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"You're..." Nick, who was almost headless, recognized Asker, his head suddenly tilted to the side, if it wasn't for a bit of flesh and blood, he might have fallen off. After a few dry laughs, he pressed his head back with his hand, "Welcome, welcome... You can come, I... I'm so happy..."

Although he said so, his expression was as if he saw **** at the door and then ate a pound.

(Nick, who was almost headless: "Damn, I almost fell off my head!")

Asker nodded seriously, he didn't hear a word, but it should be a cliché like a welcome.

"Well, Nick, I wish your head fell off soon!"

"Uh, I think so, but..." Before the almost headless Nick could finish his words, Asker pulled Hermione past him and walked inside. He could only hold back his words and continue to stand. There are waiting to greet those ghosts who have not yet arrived.

It has to be said that Hermione is right in a certain sense, the ghost's death party is indeed very wonderful. When they entered, the sight before them was unbelievable: the basement room was crowded with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of them roaming the crowded dance floor, playing with thirty musical saws. The terrifying, trembling sound was waltzing, and the band playing musical saws sat on the black-clothed stage. A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, emitting a midnight blue light. Their breaths formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a refrigerator...

"It's very lively."

Asker said that they were wearing thick cotton coats and earplugs, and neither the low temperature nor the noise affected them at all. Because they were just here to watch, they chose a corner location. The view here is good, and they can see the situation of the entire classroom.

There are not many chances to see so many ghosts at one time. Judging from the situation tonight, not only the ghosts of Hogwarts, but also some ghosts from other places should have rushed over. Many ghosts of Ask are. See you for the first time.

"Don't look at me now, when I was alive, I was also an unclear knight, until an arrow was hit in my head..." I don't know if bragging is an inherent skill of knights, but Asker tried to take it off. After the earplugs, the first thing I heard was a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead bragging.

The noise here is really terrifying. After a while, Asker felt that his ears were crippled. He had to put on the earplugs again and keep a silly smile watching these ghosts toss. He saw the **** Barrow also coming, full of aura, all the ghosts were giving him a place, he was more like the protagonist of this death anniversary party than the poor and silky Nick.

Hermione, who was sitting beside Asker, suddenly stabbed him with her hand. Asker turned his head and saw Harry and Ron walking towards them. The expressions of these two people were extremely bitter. They wore very little and had no earplugs in their ears. For them, this place was almost like Snape's Potions Classroom.

Asker waved at the two of them with a triumphant smile, not to mention proud, he was very satisfied with the expressions Harry and Ron looked like they had eaten dead flies after seeing him.

"Oh, hell!" Ron stopped, with a look of disgust, "How could that guy appear here!"

Harry said uncertainly, "Maybe Nick invited him too?"

"If I knew he would come, I wouldn't come!"

Hearing the resentment in Ron's words, Harry was a little angry, and it wasn't him who invited Asker. Ron's words seemed to say that everything was his fault.

"If you want to go, you can go now!"

"You think I dare not?"

So, Ron left angrily, and Harry stayed alone, found a place to sit down and sulked.

I have to say, after all, the pattern is broken. Children do things according to their temperament. They laugh when they are happy, cry when they are sad. Compared with them, adults are much more mature. When they are happy, they cry, and when they are sad, they laugh more than anyone else. If they have temper, they will press down in their hearts, use time to ferment, and finally release them at the most appropriate time. , with no falsehoods. Compared with children, they have an extra mask on their faces to hide their joys and sorrows.

"Actually, Harry is pitiful."

Hermione suddenly took off Asker's earplugs, approached and said to him. The warm breath was very pleasant on his ears. He narrowed his eyes and said to Hermione in a low voice, "You forgive him?"

As for the summer vacation, Hermione had a showdown with Harry and Ron not long after school started, but as expected, the two of them didn't admit that there was such a thing at all. Because of this incident, the relationship between Hermione and those two people became so cold, even worse than passers-by.

"I'm just talking about things, he's terrible at picking friends," Hermione said. "I really don't see what's wrong with Ron, arrogant, stupid, narrow-minded, lazy, jealous... List his faults. I can't say enough about dawn."

"He still has merits." Ask shrugged, "At least he's upright."

Hermione thought Asker was talking about bloodline, and she was extremely disgusted by this matter, "It's not a pure blood family, what's so great!"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Asker rubbed his nose, there was nothing to protect it, and it was uncomfortable to breathe too much air-conditioning. "Ron's parents and Harry's parents are friends, so their offspring must be friends too. ...From the point of view of protecting the healthy growth of children~www.novelbuddy.com~ It is very right not to let them be friends with those bad boys, but they seem to have forgotten one thing, it is not necessarily right to be friends with a fool. "

"You know Ron's parents?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, but, pity the hearts of parents in the world, even if their son is a hopeless idiot, they will still try their best to find him the best friend." Ask's tone was somewhat sarcastic, "Relationship The net is very important, even if Ron is a waste in the future, as long as he knows those big people, it is not a problem to get a good position. Luckily, this class happens to have such a big person as Harry..."

Hermione frowned. As a parent, she still couldn't accept Asker's malicious attempt to guess the intentions of other people's parents, so she interrupted, "Aren't they as bad as you said?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's talk about something else." Ask shrugged helplessly, he took out a snack from his pocket and gave it to Hermione, "We can talk about something interesting, For example, the grievances between Dean, his old man, and Harry's parents..."

"Snape?"

"The story I'm going to tell is very long, but it's just to pass the time..." Ask opened a bag of sunflower seeds, "A long time ago, there was a little boy, his name was Gilderoy Lockhart..."

"Professor Lockhart?"

"The protagonist of this story is Professor Lockhart, and it's just right to tell the story from his perspective."

"Then go ahead!"