Gryffindor celebrated openly.

The Slytherins rioted, and they violently retaliated against the little lions and eaglets.

Snape was very angry. He thought of ways to make up various reasons and deducted points from various houses. Gryffindor was the one who was targeted the most.

As a result, Ron received the most vicious scolding from Snape he had ever faced.

He has been studying very hard during this time.

I asked Harry and Hermione for advice on how to brew potions.

In this class, he couldn't wait to use some of them, hoping to save himself from being scolded.

result…

"We, Mr. Weasley, have finally begun to develop into trolls?"

"Bad imitation, luck may let you succeed once, but next time I think I will see you at St. Mungo's. If you are missing a textbook, go find one in the closet!"

It was such a close distance, but I didn't feel anything, no breath, no magic power, nothing abnormal just now.

Ginny came back in a daze.

"Mr. Potter." He slowly poked his head out from under the table, his eyes sincere, "Sorry for disturbing you."

It appeared too suddenly.

But both friends refused, and he couldn't agree to it alone, so he could only shake his head with difficulty.

"The secret room has been opened"

Snape was too cruel.

Ron wanted to pull out his wand on the spot and have a life-or-death duel with Snape.

Secret room?

Hermione was looking forward to it, but hesitated and shook her head: "I'm sorry, I don't have time to go either."

Harry was right!

Saying no is a wise choice.

"This is unfair!" Ron kept complaining on the way after class, "Why can Hermione get extra points, but I also used them, but my points were deducted."

Ron is the one looking forward to it the most.

Very close to the auditorium.

The deans of the other three houses had grievances, but they could not favor their own house like Snape, and deliberately found faults to deduct points from other houses. They could only hint to the young wizards in his own house to learn more from the Weasley brothers.

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Ron's little sister Ginny was also forced to accept the invitation.

"How was the death anniversary party?" Ron asked.

There is no way that by the end of the semester, the scores in several colleges will not pass 100 points.

Harry interrupted him and refused ruthlessly: "Yes, I think I would prefer to attend a living dinner party."

"Do you want justice from Professor Snape?" Harry asked.

Ron was stunned: "No, I didn't."

Professor Lockhart can use it.

The death anniversary party seemed to have a great impact on Ginny. She had no appetite and only drank half a cup of pumpkin porridge.

The almost headless Nick sighed, flew away, and continued to invite other little wizards.

While Ron was fighting pumpkin pie.

The dinner party gradually came to an end.

Suddenly there was a sharp cry - it was Neville's!

At the teacher's table, Professor McGonagall immediately stood up, and Harry also picked up half a piece of pumpkin pie, and together with the other little wizards, trotted towards the place where the scream came from.

Halloween night.

That's what they really thought.

The professor's confinement, Quidditch training, getting the forbidden book zone sign from Lockhart, looking through books, and wondering how the witcher's potion should be brewed in this world.

But that painting is in my hands...

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

No matter how you look at it, the death anniversary cannot be linked to the "birthday", and it is not a happy thing.

Her face was pale and her voice was weak: "They were all ghosts, and there was no food that living people could eat. They prepared rotten things for us. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran away with an excuse."

But... wouldn't it be bad to say it so bluntly?

Harry's face was expressionless: "Is it something like a birthday party?"

Harry's face was serious and he frowned.

"Instead of using these things that you can't use yet!"

Gryffindor's score, from the top spot at the beginning of the school year, has fallen to the same level as the other three houses.

"Well, since you don't want to, Mr. Potter." Nearly Headless Nick looked at Hermione and Ron, "What about Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"

Ron looked at the chicken drumstick in his hand with relief.

Nearly headless Nick floated to the common room.

Passing scoring gems.

Nick has no taboos. He is a ghost who can write a lot about his own death. He nodded and his almost missing head was thrown off: "Yes, this will be a grand party. I will invite a team to

A very famous band in We Ghost.”

Ron raised his hand and poked her gently: "Ginny? I was asking you how was the death anniversary party?"

Neville didn't dare refuse.

Hermione and Ron opened their mouths slightly, a little surprised.

Harry is very busy at this time.

Ginny sat down numbly.

"There should be boundaries between the dead and the living." Harry shook his head, "The ghosts' banquet may not even have food for the living."

Nick, who was almost headless, said nervously: "Actually, this year's Halloween is my 500th anniversary, and I would like to invite you to attend."

"Have you participated before?" Harry asked.

The venue is also very clean.

"Of course, I also welcome Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley."

Ginny shuddered and shook her head: "It's really too bad!"

Hogwarts is always very enthusiastic about the holidays. Pumpkin lanterns and ghost candles are hung in appropriate places, and pumpkin-related dishes are also placed on the table.

No footprints, no breath, no trace.

Death anniversary party, dancing with ghosts, that sounds cool!

Ron was startled.

Just next to Filch's office under the grand staircase, the wall between the two windows, only a foot above the ground, was painted with bright red paint——

"But it does sound interesting." Hermione also expressed her opinion.

Apart from these two bullies, Nick could no longer invite anyone else.

Neville doesn't have it.

"Although I think you might prefer to attend a living dinner party, I still hope..."

"Five points from Gryffindor!"

Until Halloween.

"It will be in a relatively spacious underground classroom in the castle, and all my friends will come over."

He memorized the smell of paint, moved his nose slightly, and took a sniff.

Under the text, there is a small water stain.

Is it Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

Nearly headless Nick is still warmly inviting other little wizards.

His mood suddenly brightened. Thinking that Harry had performed so well but was still being deducted points, and the points deducted were more than his own, he immediately felt more balanced.

"Those who are enemies of the successor, beware"

"Harry, why don't you go?" When it flew away, Ron couldn't wait to poke his head over, "That's a death anniversary party!"
To be continued...