Chapter 110 (1/2)

It was not until Halloween that van Lin finished his punishment work. Although some Harry, Ron and Hermione helped him, and Gryffindor took the initiative to maintain it from time to time, this work still brought great inconvenience to van Lin, at least the person who slept the latest changed from Hermione to him.

Now, finally, with a wave of magic wand to solve those damned stains, which makes van Lin very happy.

However, this good mood did not last long. It was originally a Halloween party, but the four of them could not enjoy the food at Hogwarts.

Since Harry didn't know when he got help from Sir Nicholas, Harry agreed to go to his deathbed party on the night of Halloween.

It was on that day that Sir Nicholas died. As for the fact that it was hundreds of years ago, even Sir Nicholas did not remember.

Sir Nicholas, as the ghost of Gryffindor, is not to be hated, but who will take the initiative to get close to a ghost?

The taste of being pierced by ghosts can be exciting. It can make you experience the feeling of winter for one second in summer.

As Harry's best friend, Harry should have pulled up the three of Fanlin. According to the Chinese ancient saying, the three people who shared weal and woe left the warm hall and went to the invisible underground when everyone had a dinner party to celebrate.

It is said that Dumbledore also specially reserved a skeleton dance team for Halloween.

It's creepy to think about it. There are a lot of gloomy skeleton frames. They try to make beautiful posture with their pale bone sticks. No matter what, the picture will be filled with all kinds of discord.

Still, it's better than seeing ghosts from all over the world.

The hall was decorated with living bats, and Hagrid's pumpkin was made into a lantern, enough for four people to sit in.

But the four Gryffindor wizards were doomed to miss it, and at seven o'clock sharp, they had to leave the hall.

”I hope there will be pumpkin pie at Sir Nicholas's dinner.” Harry held on to the last glimmer of fantasy.

”If the ghost can taste the food, Harry...” Fanlin was speechless. ”In fact, I'd rather go back earlier. I asked Neville to take food for us and use my pocket.”

”That's good, and I asked Ginny to bring us some of everything.” Hermione said quickly, ”I don't think there will be food for people to eat at ghost dinner.”

The aisle leading to Sir Nicholas's death party was full of candles, but they didn't make people happy.

The long, thin black candle, which was bright blue, cast a dim, ghostly shadow on their faces.

Every step down. The temperature will drop a little bit. Van Lin had to cast a warm-up spell for Harry and Ron. It was too cold here.

A strange sound became more and more clear as the four walked in. Van Lin heard a sound like thousands of nails grasping a huge blackboard.

”Isn't that music?” Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Sir Nicholas standing by the door with the dark purple curtain.

”My dear friends,” he said sadly, ”welcome, welcome It's sad that you can come... ”

He took off his feathered hat, bowed to them and let them in.