Chapter eight hundred and ninety first death party
"Death anniversary party?!"
Hermione said enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling.
"I bet not many people alive will have the chance to attend a party like this - it must be pretty amazing!"
By this time, they had finished dinner and returned to the luxurious dormitory of Hufflepuff College.
"The gathering of ghosts is indeed a very interesting thing."
Luna was rarely on the same side as Hermione. She was lying limply on the bed, letting the head coach's lady gently pat her arms and calves, giving her a relaxing massage after Quidditch training.
"Compared to the Halloween party that you can see every year, once you miss this invitation, you don't know how long you have to wait..."
"But, aren't we going to have dinner?"
Hannah hesitated, "I mean, the food provided by the ghosts at the party is probably not suitable for living people..."
"We can eat a little first, or we can sneak to the auditorium to attend the banquet after it's over."
Elena quickly replied disapprovingly, while reading "Hogwarts: A History of the School" at the desk, while thoughtfully sketching on "Famous Wizards of the Middle Ages" on the side.
"Besides, the banquet is prepared by the Hogwarts kitchen. Nick's current request is to prepare some food with 'strong flavor' and 'shocking images'. I will try my best to take into account our stomachs and the spiritual experience of the ghosts - this is
Just like the decorative elements of Halloween, it can be biased towards horror style or fairy tale cheerful."
"Why would anyone want to celebrate the day of their death?"
Danilova sat on the edge of the bed, tilted her head and slowly dried her wet hair with a towel, and asked in confusion.
"Anyway, it sounds depressing to me..."
"Well, there are many explanations for this. I prefer the "birthday theory" - if you regard a wizard's life before death and after death as two periods of life, then when he turns into a ghost, wouldn't it be
Is it equivalent to a new beginning in life?"
This time it was Hermione who answered. She recalled the introductions she had read and spoke uncertainly.
"That's what I say, but I also feel..."
At this moment, the flames in the fireplace outside the bedroom suddenly turned green.
The next moment, a cute little fat chicken flew out from inside.
Guhahahaha——
"Reserve food?! How do you...wait-"
Hannah looked in shock at the little chubby cock that landed on Elena's shoulder and rubbed the girl affectionately.
"It's just a Floo fan, what's weird about this."
Elena took the letter from the food reserve and explained casually.
"I forgot to tell you before, the name of our room is now called 'Guhahahaha'."
In order to ensure smooth communication, she specifically asked Dumbledore to use the principal's authority to name this bedroom. In addition to the cry of food reserves, another layer of protection is the blockade of the local area network - the fireplace connected here is limited to this
Inside a castle.
As for the IQ of the food reserve, in Elena's opinion, it may be smarter than Dumbledore's big turkey.
Elena shook off the letter and carefully read the "Queen's" inquiry and response letter that she marked as urgent.
really--
A flash of understanding flashed in the young Dark Lord's eyes.
There was only a very simple and clueless reply on the letter.
"1350-1492: No such person found."
There is no wizard named "Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington" in the records of Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
Just like Helena Ravenclaw, who now goes by the pseudonym "Lady Grey", "Sir Nicholas" is obviously a non-existent pseudonym, or a "personality nickname" - which is not common in the wizarding world.
Not uncommon.
But the problem is that Sir Nicholas has recorded it in many books.
There are historical documents that can be consulted, friends that can be used as proof, and a complete life... But in the reflection of the real world, there are no traces of survival, which reminded Elena of an interesting thing.
With a long history, good reputation, ancient and pure - [Apocalis Family].
"Kenaz—"
Elena flicked her fingers, and a wisp of flame quickly engulfed the note in her hand.
"Who are you, and...what are you hiding? Dear Mr. Nicholas."
…
Halloween.
It was still raining heavily outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink.
The common room of Gryffindor House was bright and cheerful, with countless soft armchairs illuminated by the firelight. Young wizards sat in it reading, playing chess, and chatting. The professors mercifully did not assign too many homework, so that
The students were able to welcome the Halloween party in a more cheerful and relaxed mood.
Except for Miss Hermione Granger, she also has some extra homework to finish.
"This is completely unbelievable. They must have used magic to cheat..."
Hermione muttered reluctantly, as she was completing the last after-school exercises in advanced mathematics.
"Why can Professor Lockhart memorize an entire dictionary in half a day? I'm not complaining... I just think, Elena, is there something you're not telling me... This is so unreasonable, human
Memory has its limits."
Ever since she followed Elena to the outside of school on the weekend and saw the so-called "adult world", Hermione's original impetuousness and pride had been mostly smoothed away almost overnight - perhaps in Hogwarts.
She is considered extremely outstanding among her peers, but when she was in the "Academy City" research institute, she was just a little smart.
Not to mention those foreign scholars who were almost monsters, even her "classmates" were much better than her.
In addition to her, Professor Lockhart and Professor Quirrell were also there on weekends to tutor on Muggle knowledge.
As a member of the "Magic-Science" cram school in the same period, the last person in each test will be punished - double the homework of other students, and Hermione received almost 90% of the punishment.
"Perhaps this is talent, otherwise how could someone become a professor——"
Elena shrugged, frowning as she looked at a document on the history of the Tudor Dynasty in her hand.
During this period, the later British authors who studied the Tudor Dynasty had not published books yet. Even if Gringotts Wizarding Bank launched a financial offensive, they could only find a bunch of troublesome historical materials in a short period of time.
Just like the feedback from Gringotts, if you look up "Nearly Headless Nick" in "The Ghost of Hogwarts" and his own description, you can't find any similar records in the Henry VII period -
Perhaps it was normal for other wizards in other countries, but it would be too strange for the Tudor Dynasty, which attached great importance to the title system.
What's even more weird is that in Hogwarts, no matter the collection of books, the ghosts' oral accounts are surprisingly consistent.
"Granger, do you remember how many versions there were when we looked up the time when Hogwarts was founded?"
Elena tapped the book cover with her fingers and asked softly thoughtfully.
"About four or five versions. After all, it was many years ago...Recording discrepancies are very common."
Hermione was working on her homework without raising her head, and said casually with some irritation.
"Why are you asking this? Let me tell you first, I don't have time to help you sort out the history of magic recently - are all the people living in those Mendeleev Institutes and Landau Institutes monsters? This level of difficulty
The homework is not considered entry-level?"
"In a sense, you can understand it...but you are also very powerful."
Elena glanced at the pile of exercises Hermione was about to finish writing in her hand, and played with her hair guiltily.
You know, she originally arranged the intensity of study with the idea of letting Hermione give up.
Who knew that it would stimulate Hermione's motivation. After realizing that there were more geniuses in the world, Hermione Granger, after being depressed for less than half a day, completely corrected her mentality and showed up in a shocking way.
The speed is starting to get used to it.
Fortunately, the simple "Calculator Ji" has not yet realized that he has been cheated.
At least at this stage, Elena, who relies on her foresight to propose various ideas and discuss scientific research directions with top scholars in a decent manner, is still quite intimidating - although such time may not be long...
However, there is no need to think about these things in the future so much for the time being.
"Aren't there any wrong versions or deviations... What a pity -"
Elena's eyes paused for a moment on the material describing the "Tudor Dynasty" in her hand. If even Professor Binns, who has always been loyal to the historical truth, was involved, then according to the coincidence theory, all the motives and answers would be completely put together.
.
If nothing else, tonight’s 500th anniversary performance will be the last performance.
In this case……
Elena's eyes lingered in the Gryffindor lounge for a few seconds.
At this moment, most of the students, including Luna and Hannah, were curiously gathering around a large table by the fireplace.
In the center of the table lay a bright orange lizard - this was secretly "rescued" by the Weasley twins from the Magical Beasts Classroom - and they were about to feed it some magic fireworks to see what effect it would have.
"Ahem, hey, guys-"
Elena closed the book in her hand, jumped onto the table, and clapped her hands vigorously.
"Tonight there is a "once-in-a-lifetime", "exciting", "Gryffindor-exclusive" special Halloween party in the basement - "Nearly Headless Nick" has organized a party for the 500th anniversary of his death - Hogg
Watts Kitchen opened a flame cooking show there, and there was also a performance by the Headless Hunters..."
She raised her eyebrows, a glimmer of light flashed across her delicate face, and she whispered seductively.
"The only unfortunate thing is that the time slightly conflicts with the banquet in the school auditorium. I'm afraid you have to make a choice between enjoying the pumpkin lanterns, bat decorations, and the skeleton dance group's performance-"
"Nick's party?! Why didn't you tell me about such an interesting thing earlier!"
"What are you waiting for? Halloween, ghost party - only a fool would miss it!"
Fred and George's eyes lit up and they spoke quickly.
And like the two of them, almost all the Gryffindor students echoed excitedly.
Once in a lifetime, exclusive to Gryffindor, exciting...
These adjectives are a must-have for little lions who are naturally adventurous!
"Elena, I'm afraid this is a bit..."
Percy Weasley frowned and said hesitantly.
Looking around at the excited crowd, Percy was a little worried that when the Hogwarts banquet started, there would be no one at the Gryffindor table, as they all went to attend Nick's death anniversary party.
If such a scene really happened, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall would probably go crazy, right?!
"Don't worry, Percy - it would be unreasonable not to go!"
Elena shook her finger proudly and said seriously.
"Gryffindor students, what's wrong with attending the death anniversary party of the resident ghost of Gryffindor House on Halloween? In fact, in my opinion, we not only have to go, but we have to go in a grand and fair way!"
"But I still feel..."
Before Percy could finish his words, suddenly, the unattended salamander on the table jumped into the air, spinning wildly in the room, crackling and releasing sparks, accompanied by an explosion of ????,
Instantly interrupting Percy's train of thought.
"Fred! George! Are you going to set the lounge on fire?"
Percy waved his wand to extinguish the flying sparks, and scolded his two brothers severely.
The salamander sprayed orange-red stars from its mouth, which was very beautiful and spectacular. Within a few seconds, it fled into the fireplace with a series of explosions, leaving only a chaotic Gryffindor common room.
"Uh - accident, accident -"
"Oh, by the way, I'll inform other students——"
George and Fred glanced at Percy, who looked unhappy, and quickly slipped from the lounge to the boys' dormitory.
…
So, at seven o'clock.
Elena, Luna, Hannah, Danilova, and a group of Gryffindor students set off from the Gryffindor lounge in a mighty manner and walked straight through a doorway-that doorway happened to lead to
to the crowded central auditorium.
There were lanterns and colorful decorations there, the candlelight was shining, and the table was covered with gold plates, which was very attractive.
However, the huge crowd did not waver in the slightest, and walked across the auditorium towards the underground classroom without squinting.
The aisle leading to the death anniversary party was also simply decorated. Nick originally planned to use some dark, thin candles - these candles had been piled in the warehouse for a long time and no one had used them - but since there were
After receiving the full support of the "Dean" of Hogwarts, there is no need to be so strapped in terms of funds.
Half a person tall, candles burning with blue flames were suspended on both sides, lighting up one after another with the footsteps of the students.
The temperature seems to be a little colder than before, but each student is holding a small pumpkin lantern that comes with the Hogwarts kitchen. In the soft orange firelight swaying, it doesn't really make people feel cold.
How cold it is.
At this time, Hermione and the others heard a sound, as if a woman was humming a sad melody in the distance.
"This is the siren's song. If you don't pay, it won't be that good..."
Elena whispered, proudly showing off to Hermione and others.
Then, they turned a corner and saw the almost headless Nick standing in a doorway. He was covered with a black velvet curtain that didn't fit well. He didn't look so noble, but rather funny.
"My dear friends," Nick said with infinite sadness, "Welcome, welcome... you can come, I really..."
The almost headless Nick's voice suddenly stopped, like a frog that was suddenly caught.
His eyes fell on the mighty Gryffindor army behind Elena. The feathered hat was shaking. Nick looked at those familiar faces blankly. This seemed to be different from the scene he had imagined before.
"This, this is..."
"Oh, didn't you say before that I could invite some friends over?"
Elena smiled shyly and pointed proudly at the people behind her.
"False mission, you see - except for Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Black, and Professor Lupin, almost all of us from Gryffindor House are here - I guess the professors will also be here later.
will come."
"Uh, uh--" Nick, who was almost headless, opened his mouth and made an inarticulate sound.
"What's wrong, Nick...are you unhappy?" Elena asked innocently.
"Welcome! Welcome... I'm so happy that you can come..."
He came to his senses, took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited the students in.
Looking at the Gryffindor students filing in, Nick, who was almost headless, couldn't help but sigh softly - Professor Binns was right to remind him that he should keep a little distance from Miss Kaslana.
So unpredictable…
Fortunately, by the time today's death anniversary party is over, everything should come to an end.
At this moment, a light sigh suddenly came from Nick's ear.
"What a spectacular sight. I guess the performance will be quite exciting..."
Elena stood by the door, looking at the lively scene not far away, with a hint of devilish cunning at the corner of her mouth.
"You think so? In this case, you will have successfully killed the wizard named Thomas Cromwell, and by the way, completely buried the past events of the Tudor Dynasty in the dust of history.
Right? The Honorable Sir Nicholas... oh no, or should I say now, the Honorable Earl Isaacs."