October had come, and a damp chill pervaded the grounds and penetrated the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, had been thrown into confusion by a sudden outbreak of flu among staff and students. Her Refreshing Potion had an immediate effect, but anyone who drank it would have smoke coming out of their ears for hours. Ginny Weasley, who had been rather sickly of late, had been forced by Percy to drink some Refreshing Potions. In the end, steam came out of her bright hair, and her entire head seemed to be on fire.
Bullet-sized raindrops continued to rain on the castle windows for days. The lake was rising, the flowerbeds were mud-streaked, and Hagrid's pumpkins were growing as big as flower sheds. Ever since he laid his cards on the table with Dumbledore, Bunce had been living a comfortable life. He had even received a large sum of gold from Dumbledore, which had been worth it.
Harry changed after practice and told them about Nick's help and invitation.
"Death anniversary party?" said Hermione enthusiastically."I bet there aren't many people alive who can say they've been to parties like this-it must be amazing!”
"Why would anyone celebrate the day of their death?”said Ron angrily, who was doing his Potions homework.
"I hope you're still in the mood after you've been there, Hermione.”Bangs said with narrowed eyes.
It was still pouring outside the window. The sky was as dark as ink, but the room was bright and cheerful. The firelight illuminated the countless soft armchairs in which people sat reading, chatting, and doing homework. Frey and George Weasley, the twins, were trying to figure out what would happen if they fed a salamander some firework. The bright orange lizard, which Fred had "rescued" from Care of Magical Creatures, was now smouldering on a table surrounded by curious people.
Suddenly, the salamander on the other side of the room zoomed into the air and spun wildly around the room, sending sparks flying with a few bangs. said Percy hoarsely as he scolded Fred and George. The Fire Lizard spat out orange stars from its mouth. It was very beautiful and spectacular. With a series of explosions, it fled into the fire and disappeared.
When it was time to go to the Deathday Party, Harry told them he regretted agreeing so hastily. The rest of the school was happily attending the party, and the Great Hall was already decorated with live bats as usual. Hagrid's enormous pumpkin had been carved into lanterns big enough for three people to sit in. Rumor had it that Dumbledore had ordered a Skull Dance Company for entertainment.
"A promise is a promise." Hermione reminded Harry domineeringly."You said you were going to the Deathday Party.”
"I hope you don't regret it, Hermione," Bance said.
So, at seven o'clock, Bunce, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked straight through the doorway that led into the crowded Great Hall. It was decorated with bright candles and golden plates on the table, but Bunce chose to follow them in the direction of the dungeon.
The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was already lit, but the effect was not at all pleasant: They were all tiny, black candles, and as they burned they shone a blue light that looked ghastly even on their four lively faces. With every step they took, the temperature dropped. Bangs and the others pulled their clothes taut. Then he heard a noise that sounded like a thousand fingernails scratching a huge blackboard.
"You call that music?" Ron whispered.
"For a ghost," Bance said. They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in a curtain of black velvet.
"My dear friends," he said sadly,"welcome, welcome, I'm so glad you've come."
He took off his feathered hat and bowed them in.
The scene in front of him was really unpleasant. The dungeons were packed with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures, most of whom were floating around the half-crowded dance floor, waltzing to the terrible, quavering sound of thirty musical instruments, which the band played on the black-draped stage. A thousand candles were lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue light. The four of them were breathing in front of them, forming a mist, as if they had walked into a cold storage room.
"Shall we take a look around?" suggested Harry.
"The thing I regret the most is following you here.”Bangs said with a huff.
"Be careful, don't go through anyone's body.”said Ron nervously as they walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, past a group of sulky nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat monk. A cheerful ghost of Hufflepuff was chatting with a knight with an arrow in his head. Bangs also saw Bloody Baron, which was within his expectations. The Bloody Baron was the ghost of Slytherin, scrawny, with blank eyes and silver blood all over his body, and the other ghosts were making a large space for him.
"Oh no," said Hermione, stopping abruptly."Turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle-"
"Who is it?" Harry asked as they hurried back the way they had come.
"She's in the girls 'bathroom on the first floor.”said Hermione.
"In the bathroom?"
"That's right. The bathroom was out of order all year round because she kept throwing tantrums and splashing water everywhere. As long as I can avoid it, I will try my best not to go there. She screamed at you when you went to the bathroom, it was horrible-"
"Look, food!" said Ron.
"That's not for living people to eat." Bance said.
At the other end of the dungeon was a long table, also covered in black velvet. All of them, except Bunce, stepped forward eagerly, then stopped in horror. The smell was awful. Large chunks of rotten meat were placed on beautiful silver plates, and pitch-black, charred cakes were piled on large trays. A piece of cheese covered in green fur. In the middle of the table, there was a huge tombstone-shaped gray cake. On it, the words were written with tar-like icing:
Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Poppington
Died 31 October 1492
At this moment, a fat ghost walked toward the table. He squatted down and walked straight through the middle of the table. His mouth was wide open, and he passed right through a smelly salmon.
"Can you taste it if you go through it like this?”asked Harry.
"More or less." said the ghost sadly, turning and drifting away.
"I guess they let the food rot to make it smell stronger.”said Hermione wisely, covering her nose and leaning forward to examine the rotting flesh.
"I'll go somewhere else. This smell is too unbearable.”Bance said.
"Wait for me, I feel disgusted too.”said Ron.
They had only taken a few steps when a short male ghost suddenly emerged from the ground and stopped in midair in front of them.
"Hello, Peeves," said Harry carefully.
Peeves was a prankster, and unlike the ghosts around them, he was not pale and transparent. On the contrary, he was wearing a bright orange party hat, a twirling bow tie, and a wide, ill-looking face with a toothy grin.
"I heard you were talking about poor Myrtle.”said Peeves, his eyes twinkling."It's rude to talk about poor Myrtle.”He took a deep breath and shouted,""Hey, Myrtle!"
"Oh, no, Peeves, don't tell her what I said, she'll be very upset.”Hermione whispered anxiously."I was just joking, I don't mind her-oh, hello, Myrtle.”
A short and plump girl floated over. Her face was so melancholic that it was half hidden by her long, straight hair and thick, pearl-colored eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked with a straight face.
"Hello, Myrtle," said Hermione in a voice that pretended to be cheerful."Pleased to see you outside the bathroom.”
Myrtle sniffled.
"Miss Granger was just talking about you-" Peeves whispered slyly in Myrtle's ear.
"I was just saying-just saying-how pretty you look tonight.”said Hermione, glaring at Peeves.
Myrtle looked suspiciously at Hermione.
"You guys are making fun of me." she said as tears fell from her small, transparent eyes.
"No-really-didn't I just say Myrtle looked beautiful?”said Hermione, elbowing Harry and Ron hard in the ribs.
"Yeah, I know."
"That's what she said."
"Don't lie to me." panted Myrtle, tears streaming down her face as Peeves giggled happily behind her. "Do you think I don't know what others call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Poor, sniveling, moody Myrtle!”
"You left out the word 'pimple-faced.”whispered Peeves.
Moaning Myrtle broke into a sudden, heartbroken sob and ran out of the dungeon. Peeves was flying after her, shouting,"Pimples all over your face! Pimples all over your face!"
"Oh my god," said Hermione sadly.
Nearly Headless Nick floated out of the crowd.
"Did you have fun?"
"I'm not happy." Bangs said first.
"Why?" asked Nearly Headless Nick.
"Because this is a gathering of the dead. The living shouldn't appear, and we're still hungry.”Bangs said honestly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You guys should go to the banquet. You might even catch up with Pudding.”said Nearly Headless Nick apologetically.
They moved toward the door, nodding and smiling at every specter watching them. A minute later they were hurrying along the black-candle-lit corridors.
"I hope Pudding hasn't finished eating yet.”said Ron longingly, leading the way up the steps to the entrance hall.
Then Harry staggered to a halt, gripped the stone wall, and listened intently, squinting up and down the dimly lit corridors as he looked around.
"Harry, how did you-?"
"It's the voice again-don't say anything-"
"Listen!" said Harry urgently, as Ron and Hermione stared at him.
"This way." he shouted, and he broke into a run, up the stairs, into the hall. It was unlikely to hear anything else, as the Great Hall echoed with the laughter of the halloween party. Harry sprinted up the marble staircase to the first floor, Bunce, Ron, and Hermione trailing behind him.
"Harry, what are we-"
"Shh!"
"It's going to kill someone!" he shouted, trying to break free of Bunce's hands. "Don't stop me, Bunce,"
"You couldn't stop it even if you went, Harry.”said Bunce, gripping Harry tightly.
"But I can't just watch.”Harry shouted.
"Have you really decided?" Bangs let go of his hand and said," Don't regret it.”
When they arrived at the empty corridor on the third floor.
Hermione gasped and pointed down the corridor.
"Look!"
Something was shining on the wall in front of them. Bunce watched them approach, squinting in the darkness. Between the two windows, a foot above the ground, was a wall covered with smeared words, glimmering in the light of the burning torches.
The secret chamber was opened.
Those who are enemies with the heir, be on guard.
"What's that-hanging down there?”said Ron, his voice trembling.
As they drew closer, Harry almost fell over; there was a large puddle of water on the ground. Ron and Hermione seized him and inched toward the sign, their eyes fixed on a dark mass below. The three of them saw what it was.
It was Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, her tail dangling from the torch holder, stiff as a plank, her eyes wide and staring.
"Let's leave this place quickly." said Ron fearfully.
"Shouldn't we try to save-" said Harry uneasily.
"Listen," said Ron,"we don't want to be found here.”
However, it was already too late. A low noise, like thunder in the distance, told them that the banquet had just ended. From both ends of the corridor they were in, there was the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and the cheerful laughter of people who had had enough tea and food. Then the students were pushing and shoving into the aisle from both ends.
When the people in front saw the cat hanging upside down, the lively noise suddenly disappeared. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor, Bunce standing a short distance away, and the students fell silent, crowding around to see the terrible sight.
In the silence, someone spoke loudly.
"Those who are enemies with the heir, be vigilant! You're next, Mudblood!"
It was Draco Malfoy. He had squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes coming alive, his usually pale face flushed. He looked at the frozen cat hanging there and smiled sinisterly.
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