Hermione replied: "Um, are you sure this is edible?"
Qingqing Potter was also very surprised and asked: "No, this is what ghosts in the West eat? Well, I really thought too much." She directly called Guoguo and asked her to ask the elf below for something more normal.
food comes.
Soon, Qingqing swept all the disgusting things to the ground. Nick's face instantly looked bad. Guoguo put human food on the table, and Qingqing started to rub some powder on the food. She also told Ron: "
This is for ghosts to eat, you rice cook, don't compete with them for food."
Ron's mouth trembled as he said, "Thank you, I don't want to eat these days."
Soon, the ghosts were happily grabbing the food. The food was still delicious. Nick asked Qingqing doubtfully: "How did you do that?"
Qingqing patted the robe on her body: "You can understand it as potion science, or you can understand it as oriental food art." She told Guoguo: "Ask the elves to work overtime to make a cake, and make some food and drink.
The cake reads: Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington, died October 31, 1492."
Guoguo nodded and went to do it, throwing the eaten things into the trash can. One night, Qingqing completely became a chef, and she didn't have much trouble. She just sprinkled some ghost powder on the food.
Qingqing took the time to ask Myrtle: "Have there been any strange guests in your bathroom recently? Animals or people, driving animals?"
Myrtle was thinking very seriously, and then asked: "Do you have any tips?"
Qingqing thought about it: "The world related to the sink opposite you."
Myrtle thought about it and said, "Oh, I saw a Slytherin boy put something on the washstand, and then the washstand would crack. I secretly saw two
Second-rate."
Qingqing suddenly asked with great interest: "Do you know that boy?"
Myrtle said: "He is a boy with a bad mouth. If I see him, I will definitely know him." Harry took out a photo of Malfoy and asked Myrtle.
Myrtle growled: "It's him, it's him, it's him."
Qingqing subconsciously continued: "The young hero Xiao Nezha, he is higher than the sky, and he is bigger than the sea. He outsmarts monsters and conquers ghosts. The young hero is Xiao Nezha. Sometimes he is very smart, sometimes he is stupid.
He is as tall as me, sometimes he is very hardworking, sometimes he is also very playful, and he is as old as me."
A group of ghosts nodded, Qingqing scratched his head: "Ahem, cough, okay, I know, I will avenge you."
Nick floated over from the crowd and asked happily: "Did you have fun?"
Harry, Ron, Hermione and the twins all said against their will: "Happy."
Qingqing didn't get used to it: "I'm not happy, I've become a chef." Nick was embarrassed, but before he finished speaking, twelve ghost horses suddenly ran out from the wall of the underground classroom, each with a
A headless rider. All the people attending the party applauded enthusiastically; Harry was just about to clap when he saw Nick's face and quickly stopped and alerted all his friends.
Twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, stopped suddenly, stood upright on their hind legs, then kicked up their hind hooves and sprinted forward. The horse at the front was a big ghost with a bearded head tucked under his arm.
, blowing the horn. He jumped off the horse and raised his head high in the air so that he could look at everyone from above; he strode towards the almost headless Nick, while carelessly putting his head on his neck.
One plug.
He shouted loudly: "Nick! How are you? Is your head still hanging there?" He let out a wild laugh and patted the almost headless Nick on the shoulder.
Nick said stiffly: "Welcome, Patrick."
When Mr. Patrick saw the group of Qingqing people, he pretended to be surprised and jumped up high, but his head fell down again: "Living people!"
Nick said with a straight face: "Very interesting."
Qingqing complained: "This guy graduated from the circus? Do you also want to act in the circus?"
Patrick suddenly became angry: "Human, are you looking for death?"
Qingqing took out her seduction rope and said, "You have to be joking to a certain extent!" A sinister energy suddenly emerged from her body, and she said coldly: "Apologise, apologize to Nick, or I will call your God of Death to redeem you."
As soon as she said this, a group of ghosts hid far away. Nick said uncertainly: "Miss Potter, aren't you afraid?"
Qingqing replied: "C, your house is not enough for me to give you a tooth."
Patrick scoffed: "Are you kidding?"
Qingqing directly threw a spark, and all the ghosts wanted to run away in an instant. Qingqing said coldly and quietly: "Whoever dares to run away, don't blame me for going from house to house to clean up." But all local elves know the limit of a grumpy little girl, and she can do anything.
So, they told their friends around them: "Stand away, don't get blood all over yourself, and you'll be fine if you obey."
A group of people watched Peeves, who was the most noisy, and squatted aside obediently. All the ghosts did not dare to joke anymore, and hid nearby obediently, not daring to leave, and obediently nibbled on the follow-up.
Patrick roared: "How dare you? Death will not let you go, Dongfang Lese."
Qingqing nodded and took out the wand: "God of Death, come out here!"
Just when Patrick was about to laugh, a classic Western god of death appeared in front of everyone with his own scythe. Qingqing pointed at Patrick: "He threatened me and scolded me. I'm going to kill you. Do you have any objections?"
The God of Death calmly replied: "It's up to you, I'm not short of those two achievements."
The group of ghosts suddenly trembled, and Qingqing was happy. She said: "Intelligence question: I can give you ghosts normal questions, so what can you think of?"
Peeves raised his hand: "At least you are a psychic."
Qingqing nodded: "Look at the problem that even Peeves knows. You can't use your brain. Is your head really just a ball?" She looked at the God of Death and asked: "Can you give me this friend and process him?"
If it doesn’t have a soul, completely remove its head.”
The god of death raised his scythe, and Nick thought about it and said: "Well, forget it, I still don't want to join this hunter team."
Qingqing said: "Are you sure? This guy is not available all the time." Nick nodded, and soon his head started shaking back and forth. Qingqing said: "Stop."
Qingqing also invited the God of Death to have some snacks, and then Patrick was treated as a snack and dragged away by the God of Death. After the God of Death left, the party returned to its normal track, but all the ghosts chose to stay away from Qingqing.