Tom looked at the auditorium decorated with lights, candlelight, and tempting aromas from time to time. He turned and walked towards the underground classroom. Even with his eyes closed, he could think of the grand occasion of the Halloween dinner at Hogwarts: Dumbledore invited
The skeleton orchestra is playing music in Hagrid's giant pumpkin; the undead dancers perform a carefully choreographed dance for the little wizards; the dining table is filled with a variety of delicacies, including the sizzling and oily charcoal barbecue: a selection of plump plum blossoms
The meat should be one foot long, and the length and width should be more than a palm. Then cut it into thick slices, apply spices, oil and salt, and then skewer it with iron skewers. Apply a layer of peanut oil on top, sprinkle with a layer of sesame seeds, and slowly cook over a charcoal fire.
Roast it, and immediately cut it off with a knife when the outside is charred - the wizard can use a cutting spell. Put it in your mouth, and as you chew, the fat overflows from the gaps in the meat and explodes in your mouth...
But this had nothing to do with Tom. He carried a few sandwiches and a pot of butterbeer in his arms, and that was his dinner.
Hermione put on a brand new robe and was waiting for him in the corner outside the auditorium. The two of them were going to the death anniversary party of Nearly Headless Nick.
At this time, two pairs of eyes were staring at Tom closely.
"Fred, look."
"I'm watching, George."
Fred and George have been secretly observing Professor Lockhart. The news they got from the Marauder's Map was so exciting that it was hard for them to believe it, but the Marauder's Map was never wrong.
Either Professor Lockhart has a problem, or there is a problem with the Marauder's Map. There has never been a problem with the Marauder's Map, so Professor Lockhart has a problem.
q.e.d.
The argument is rigorous and the evidence is sufficient.
After seeing Professor Lockhart skipping the Halloween dinner and instead going on a "tryst" with the girl named Hermione Granger, the two of them became even more convinced of their discovery.
The way Fred and George looked at Professor Lockhart changed and became full of respect.
"It's so awesome. We can't do this kind of prank in our lifetime, right? This is directly replacing a professor!"
George nodded with deep understanding. As for reporting? They don't have such boring, conservative and rigid ideas: What a cool prank, if it ends with being accused, it would be too ugly.
"Is that guy Tom really a Ravenclaw? Gryffindor is ashamed of his actions." Fred sighed quietly from the side.
"I remember that he was stuck for a while during the opening ceremony. At that time, the Sorting Hat was probably hesitating whether to throw him into Gryffindor." George recalled the scene at the sorting ceremony a year ago. Every sorting ceremony,
He and Fred would watch carefully and give every new student except Slytherin a warm applause. The new students in Slytherin would receive less warm and sincere applause from them.
Fred said seriously: "The Sorting Hat is for Tom's good. If he is put into Gryffindor, he might already be living in Azkaban by now."
George laughed.
Their friend Lee Jordan came to the two of them and said, "If you two don't go to the party, what are you laughing at here?"
George said with a straight face: "We think of happy things."
"You are playing a prank again! Can you please take me with you!" Lee Jordan saw through the lies of the two old friends in an instant, and stretched out his arms to hug the Weasley brothers one by one.
"Lee, let go - it's too tight -"
The playfulness of the three people gradually moved closer to the auditorium.
…
Tom walked onto the road leading to the underground classroom. The corridor was also lit with candles, but the effect was the same as Tom's candle lips: creepy. Those candles looked very small, and it was dark outside.
Almost, it exudes a blue light, with a spooky and ghostly atmosphere.
As Tom walked underground step by step, he could feel the surrounding temperature tangibly lowering. Every time he breathed in the air, it irritated their respiratory tract like ice particles, and Hermione unconsciously wrapped her clothes tightly.
At that time, a strange sound came from the underground, stinging their eardrums. If we had to compare the sound of the Yang world, it would be the sound of nails scraping a blackboard.
"Merlin! Can this be called music?" Ron's voice sounded from a corner in front. He and Harry arrived here before Tom. At this time, Tom and Hermione also followed and saw
Harry, Ron and Neville were walking shivering in the corridor.
"Professor Lockhart, you - Hermione?" Harry wanted to say hello to Tom, but when he saw Hermione behind Tom, he was shocked. He didn't expect to see other classmates here.
"Miss Granger was very interested in the death anniversary party, so I brought her to attend."
If it weren't for the presence of a real professor, Ron would have almost blurted out "Is there something wrong with her brain?" In the end, he looked at Harry and Neville with complicated eyes and exchanged glances with them.
The five of them continued walking and arrived at the venue where the death anniversary party was held. Nick, who was almost headless, was standing at the door with a black velvet curtain draped around him.
Nick took off his hat and welcomed the five guests.
Tom entered the party hall, and the underground classroom was already crowded with milky-white, translucent figures. Hundreds of ghosts came to Nick's death anniversary party, turning the once empty underground classroom into a crowded dance floor.
"Don't pass through any ghost's body," Tom warned his friends. Unfortunately, Neville accidentally bumped into a ghost, and it suddenly felt like someone poured a basin of ice water on him.
The ghost Neville bumped into looked like a young woman. She had a slender figure, waist-length hair, floor-length robes, and a very beautiful appearance. Seeing such a character withering at such a flower-like age, I couldn't help but
It's a pity. Her expression is arrogant and a bit arrogant.
Feeling someone passing through her body, she glanced back. When she saw Neville who was trembling, there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Tom and Hermione recognize the identity of the ghost who lives in Ravenclaw Tower: Lady Grey, or rather, her name is Helena Ravenclaw. Hogwarts is a place that is most...
Most ghosts who were born in England during their lifetime can come because they all studied at Hogwarts.
Ghosts can move freely in the places where they lived, so these wizards can turn into ghosts and return to their alma mater after their death. However, many ghosts only come to join in the fun during the opening ceremony, and just take a look at the sorting ceremony.
Go. Including Peeves and Professor Binns, only a few ghosts stay in Hogwarts Castle every day. Each of the four major colleges has its own representative ghost.
The ghost of Gryffindor is the almost headless Nick. Nick is the youngest of the four ghosts. The ghosts of Gryffindor House are the least. When most Gryffindors die, there are not many.
Obsessed and "walked on" without any delay, Nick was the only one who chose to stay.
The ghost of Ravenclaw is the beautiful woman Helena Ravenclaw in front of them. In terms of origin, she is also the noblest ghost. She is a direct descendant of the four giants, and the only one whose identity can be determined and famous.
A direct descendant with a surname. The other three founders may have descendants, but they do not necessarily have direct descendants. The descendants of Gryffindor cannot be verified. He was named after his birthplace, Godric's Hollow, so there
There may be descendants of him - that small valley is quite unusual. Gryffindor was born here, the Potter family and the Dumbledore family also lived here, and Bathilda Bagshot, the author of "A History of Magic," also settled here.
Here it is.
The descendants of Hufflepuff and Slytherin are also real, but they have abandoned the surnames of their ancestors. Those who claim to be descendants of Slytherin are named Gaunt, and those who claim to be descendants of Hufflepuff are named Smith...
...but they all keep the tokens of their ancestors: the Slytherin Locket and the Hufflepuff Gold Cup - God knows where these tokens came from.
In Tom's view, it is simply incomprehensible to claim to be a descendant but have a different surname. It is like a person claiming to be the descendant of King Jing of Zhongshan and a member of the Han clan, but when he reports his name, his surname is "Tuoba" - maybe again.
What a weird European custom. Compared to these weird descendants who appeared out of nowhere, Helena Ravenclaw is obviously much more orthodox.
The ghost of Slytherin is called Bloody Barrow, and he is the same generation as Helena of Ravenclaw. They are both the oldest ghosts in Hogwarts. He is extremely violent, and even Peeves is afraid of him.
He also had some entanglements with Helena...
The ghost of Hufflepuff is a happy guy, everyone calls him "The Fat Friar", but his real name has been forgotten by everyone, but he doesn't care. He graduated from Hufflepuff and was later executed by the church
.Because his magic aroused suspicion, the high priests doubted his ability to cure smallpox, and his hobby of pulling rabbits out of the chalice. However, these may be just excuses and introductions. There are also other factors behind the death of the fat monk.
A higher level power struggle.
The fat monk almost became a cardinal during his lifetime! Cardinals, also known as cardinals, are the top leaders of the church. Although their numbers have been increasing as time goes by, they are still the undoubted top leaders of the church——
Cardinals can elect the pope! The fat monk is really close to reaching the top of the church.
Helena Ravenclaw's eyes swept across the faces of the five living people one by one. When she saw Hermione, her eyes paused slightly. She recognized the girl and she also had an impression of Hermione:
Diligent, studious, and smart. So she nodded gently to Hermione. She thought that a smart person like Hermione was qualified to talk to her.
But when she saw Tom, she was stunned. She seemed to recall something, and her transparent cheeks seemed to become less transparent. She looked at Tom's finger and stared at the ring for a few times.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Gerald Lockhart." Tom was a little confused, why did she suddenly pay attention to me?
Helena recalled the name, and an exaggerated figure that disgusted her appeared in her mind.
She sneered and floated away.
Helena Ravenclaw was just a sideshow. At this time, the atmosphere in the underground classroom became more and more "hot", and ghost guests filed in and wandered around the classroom. Nick also invited a ghost band, who had just
The sound of fingernails scratching the blackboard came from. But the ghosts seemed to enjoy this music, and they all danced a waltz to the accompaniment of the saw.
Under the faint blue candlelight, hundreds of ghosts danced gracefully. The ghosts gathered together, making the temperature here become as cold as winter. The breath exhaled by Tom and his friends formed a large white mist in front of them, which condensed and refused to disperse.
"Walking around and doing some exercise, your feet will freeze if you stand like this." Tom suggested. He and Hermione were fine, but Harry and the three of them had to be careful about catching cold.
Harry took the lead and moved carefully along the edge of the dance floor. They saw ghost nuns of various identities, men in chains and ragged clothes, a fat monk from Hufflepuff, and a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead...
…
They also saw the Blood Man Barrow. He was as skinny as a stick, with straight eyes, and his body was covered with silver blood stains. It was obvious that even among ghosts, Barrow was an evil star, a person who hated ghosts and hated humans in the true sense.
The underground classroom was obviously very crowded, but there was a large space around him.
Counting Barrow, all the "resident" ghosts from the four major colleges are here.
"There are so many people here." Ron looked around and found that almost all the ghosts he was familiar with appeared. Even Peeves appeared at the death anniversary party wearing a bright orange party hat.
on site.
Several people closed their mouths in a tacit understanding and walked away from Peeves. Since it was a dinner party, there would naturally be food. There was a table covered with black velvet away from the dance floor. Tom was very witty.
He stopped a long way away, and at the same time grabbed Hermione and asked her to take a look at the dishes on the table.
Sure enough, when Harry and the three of them approached the table, their expressions suddenly became painful, as if they smelled some foul smell. Hermione stood in the distance and took a peek, and found that those exquisite plates were covered with food.
It's all rotten food: smelly salmon, baked cakes that look like charcoal, maggot-filled lamb tripe, cheese covered with green hair... The only "normal" food is a huge piece of food.
A tombstone-shaped gray cake with tar-like frosting spelling out:
Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington
Died on October 31, 1492
She suddenly remembered what Tom had said to her before. Empty words were not intuitive enough, and now she had a deeper understanding of the party of the dead.
"I think they let the food rot to make the taste stronger." She guessed, and also wanted to take a closer look at the rotten sheep tripe. Although Tom had some food in his arms, the atmosphere at the scene was really...
It makes him lose his appetite. It would be better to say that people with appetite in this kind of environment are alien.
Harry and the three of them quickly returned to Tom, and the "fresh" air from the long table seemed to remain on their bodies.
Nearly Headless Nick finished receiving the guests and came to Tom in a relaxed manner. He seemed to be in a good mood because there were enough guests here today.
"Did you have fun?" Nick asked.
"Well, it's an eye-opener." Tom used words to fool him.
Nearly headless Nick said proudly: "Even the wailing widow from Kent came here..."
Tom interrupted: "Since the scene is so grand, then the Headless Hunters group should also have received the news, right?"
Nick's expression suddenly changed, "Oops," he groaned in pain.
Suddenly, just like the study room after the head teacher appeared, everyone in the underground classroom fell silent. While they were looking around, a hunting horn sounded.
Twelve headless riders rode ghost horses and galloped out from the wall of the underground classroom. This appearance won the applause of everyone present. The knights ran to the center of the dance floor and reined in their horses suddenly. At the front was a figure
The tall ghost, with his bearded head tucked under his arm, was playing the horn hard.
He should be the captain of the Headless Hunters, Sir Patrick Debord. He jumped off his horse and was about to say something, but a clear explosion stopped him.
He looked towards the source of the sound and saw Tom with a serious face and a cracked glass bead in his hand.