Qingqing Potter and Harry watched Filch roaring and chased him away. They saw that there was a quick tutorial on how to recite a spell quickly on Filch's desk.
The problem is, he is basically a squib, and no matter how quick the tutorial is, it is just a joke. At this time, I heard him telling Mrs. Norris, "This time we can tell Peeves to go away, my dear!"
Qingqing really didn't want to complain. She always felt that this guy was a legendary cat lover. I really didn't know if there was anything like that between them that crossed races.
Seeing that Filch was about to get angry, Qingqing stood up, shook her head from side to side, and took out a big stick from behind. Filch immediately gave up. This girl is the most irritable girl in Hogwarts. There is no one, even a giant.
Bloodline Hagrid, even if he saw this child, he would have to convince him.
In this way, Qingqing and Harry left Filch's office easily. Nick came up and asked, "How's it going? No trouble. I'll mobilize Peeves to cause trouble. There should be no problem."
Qingqing took out the stick directly, and Harry said: "Well, compared to Peeves, he doesn't want to turn into Gilderoy Lockhart, so he can only cowardly send us out."
Qingqing asked: "How is that guy Peeves?" After saying this, he knocked the stick behind him.
Peeves said aggrievedly: "How did you know I was behind you?"
Qingqing replied: "This is in line with your setting. I'll share this between you two." Qingqing turned her eyes and asked: "Peeves, do you want to accept private goods?"
Peeves said nonchalantly: "Okay, okay."
Qingqing said: "Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Gilderoy Lockhart, plus Filch, five crystals for a year, you just catch them two tossing, they are all fighting against the five scum, easy to get started and easy to bully. Even so.
An ordinary elf can also completely torture Lockhart."
Harry couldn't bear to ask: "No, is this really good?"
Qingqing said nonchalantly: "Idleness is idle, right? Peeves?" Peeves nodded happily.
Nick invited: "This Halloween will be the 500th anniversary of my death." He puffed up his chest and showed a noble look.
Regarding the news, both of them said they didn't know whether to be sad or happy. Qingqing said: "It should be a happy thing, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold his chest up and raise his head."
Harry felt that his sister was right, so he said: "Congratulations, congratulations."
Nick invited: "I'm going to have a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom. Friends will come from all over the country. I would be honored if you could attend. Of course, Mr. Weasley and Granger
Miss is also the most popular, but I dare say you would rather attend the school banquet, right?" He looked at Harry and Harry anxiously.
Harry looked at Qingqing, who spread her hands: "I will go, but can I bring a private chef?"
Nick nodded: "Of course. My dear boy, it would be great to attend my death anniversary party!"
After telling Hermione and Ron about this, Hermione was super curious about it and agreed obediently. As for Ron, when he heard that he could have a private chef to customize dinner, he said nothing and went to cook! The twins were also
Pull him to attend the death anniversary party together.
Qingqing directly called Guoguo to prepare the food for the day according to the appetite of several people. By the way, she prepared some exaggerated clothes for them, more suitable for the death anniversary party.
Halloween is coming, and you can dress up in anything. Qingqing is even more dressed up in a professional Black Wuchang costume. These three were plucked from the real Wuchang. As for Harry, he was forced to dress up as White Wuchang. Hermione complained: "Do you believe it or not?"
, can they beat you to death?"
Qingqing said calmly: "Go against them. If they dare to take action, I will arrest them and visit them. Is it really easy for me to talk to them?"
When they walked around to the place where Nick was preparing for the party, white candles were lit here. The effect was very depressing to the living people, and it always gave people an eerie feeling. Every step they took, the temperature around them dropped.
The sound was so tight that I was shocked, but the music playing around me was comparable to fingernails scratching on a blackboard, so much more unpleasant to listen to.
The sound around Qingqing made her very irritated. Ke stood at a door: "My dear friends, welcome, welcome, I'm so happy that you can come." He took off his feathered hat and bowed to invite them.
Go in.
After entering, the scene in front of them was a bit unbelievable. The underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures. Most of them were wandering around in the overcrowded dance floor, singing to the tune of thirty musical saws.
The terrible and trembling sounds waltzed, and the band playing the saw sat on the stage covered with black cloth.
A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, emitting midnight blue light. The breaths of the three of them formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a refrigerator.
Qingqing scratched his head, always feeling that there was a slight difference in their costumes. However, a group of ghosts saw him and Harry and decisively moved out of the way. Then they formed groups of three and five and talked: "They are not the Eastern God of Death."
Why are you here too?"
"No, they are living people, are they wizards? Wizards from the East?"
"Oh no, how come it's spread like this?"
As they walked, they admired the ghosts around them, some they had seen, some they had not seen, and all kinds of dead ones. Even Slytherin's Bloody Barrow was here, and even Myrtle was here.
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Hermione stopped and said, "I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle."
Harry and Qingqing were confused: "Who?"
Hermione explained: "She stayed in the girls' washroom on the first floor. The washroom broke down all year round because she kept throwing tantrums and spilling water everywhere. I tried not to go there if I could avoid it.
"When you go to the toilet and she screams at you, it's really scary."
Ron pointed to a place and said, "Oh look, is this something to eat?" At the other end of the underground classroom was a long table, also covered with black velvet. They walked forward impatiently, and followed closely.
I stopped in horror because the smell was so bad.
Huge chunks of rotten meat were placed on beautiful silver platters, dark, charred cakes were piled on large trays; there were also large amounts of maggot-stuffed lamb tripe, and a piece of cheese covered in green hairs.
In the center of the table stood a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing spelling out the words: Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington, died October 31, 1492.
Several people were speechless. A group of ghosts were walking back and forth on the food. Harry wondered: "Can you taste it if you just walk through it like this?"