Vol 2 Chapter 108: Sir Nicholas' death

It wasn't until Halloween that Fanlin ended his punishment work. Although there were some help from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as the active maintenance of Gryffindor from time to time, this job was still given to Fanlin. It was a big inconvenience, at least the person who slept the latest changed from Hermione to him.
　　 Now, I finally solved those stains with a wave of the magic wand, which made Fanlin very happy.
　　 But this good mood didn't last long. Originally, today was a Halloween banquet, but the four of them could not enjoy the food at the Hogwarts banquet.
　　 Since Harry didn't know when he got the help of Sir Nicholas, then Harry agreed to attend Sir Nicholas's death banquet on Halloween night.
　　 Sir Nicholas died that day. As for how many hundreds of years ago, even Sir Nicholas could not remember.
　　Sir Nicholas is the ghost of Gryffindor. Although he is not to be hated, who would take the initiative to approach a ghost?
　　 The taste of being pierced by a ghost is really exciting, and it is guaranteed to let you experience the feeling of winter in summer.
As Harry’s best buddies, Harry drew on the Fanlin trio as it should be. In the old Chinese saying, the trio of blessings and difficulties, just like this, when everyone is celebrating the dinner, Leaving the warm hall and came to the invisible underground.
　　 It is said that Dumbledore also specially booked a skeleton dance team for Halloween.
　　Thinking about it makes people feel creepy, a bunch of gloomy skeletons of skeletons, using their pale bone sticks to make a beautiful posture, no matter what, the picture will be filled with all kinds of disharmony.
　　 Even so, this is better than meeting ghosts from all over.
　　 The hall was decorated with live bats, and Hagrid’s big pumpkin was made into a lantern, enough for four people to sit in.
　　 But all these four Gryffindor wizards are destined to not enjoy them. At seven o'clock exactly, they had to leave the hall.
　　 "I hope there will be pumpkin pies at Sir Nicholas' dinner." Harry had the last glimmer of fantasy.
　　 "If the ghost can taste the food, Harry..." Fanlin was a little speechless, "Actually, I would rather go back sooner. I asked Neville to help us bring something to eat and use my pocket."
　　 "That's great, I also asked Ginny to help us bring some of everything." Hermione said quickly, "I don't think there is food for ghosts at dinner parties."
　　 The aisle leading to Sir Nicholas’ death party was full of candles, but these candles did not make people happy.
　　 The long, thin black candles, the candlelight is bright blue, cast dim ghostly shadows on their faces.
　　 Every time they take a step down. The temperature will drop a bit. Fanlin had to cast a warm-up spell on Harry and Ron, it was too cold here.
　　 A strange sound became clearer as the four people walked in. Fanlin heard a sound that seemed as if thousands of nails were holding a huge blackboard.
　　 "Isn't this music?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Sir Nicholas standing by the doorway with dark purple curtains.
　　 "My dear friends," he said sadly, "Welcome, welcome... It's sad that you can come..."
　　 He took off the feather hat, bowed to them, and let them in.
The scene inside 　　 is incredible. Hundreds of pale and transparent people in the house floated on the dance floor, waltzing with the terrifying and creepy music. On the platform under the dark curtain, a symphony orchestra was vigorously pulling thirty chainsaws. The overhead chandeliers glowed blue. The breath they exhaled turned into mist; it was like walking into a refrigerator.
　　 "Shall we walk around?" Harry suggested, and he wanted to move his numb feet.
　　 "Be careful not to pass through others," Fan Lin said solemnly, "It's very rude."
　　 They walked along the side of the stage. They saw a group of dimly-faced nuns; a man in shabby clothes and shackles; and a fat Falier, a happy ghost of Hefpaff. He was talking to a knight with an arrow in his brow. It was no surprise that Harry saw Barrow covered in blood-a haggard Slytherin ghost.
　　 The arrival of the four also won the attention of all the ghosts. Four living people appeared at a ghost's death banquet. The young qi and blood made them very useful.
　　 "They are all watching us." Harry said nervously. In fact, Harry regretted this decision very much, but Harry was more at ease about pulling the crowd into the water.
　　 "Oh, no," Hermione said suddenly. "Come back, turn my head, I don't want to talk to the crying Myrtle—"
　　 "Who?" Fanlin asked. They turned back immediately.
　　 "She is always scary in the women's toilet on the first floor."
　　 "She's scary in the toilet?" Fanlin was a little puzzled. Except for the ghost of Hogwarts, no one seemed to do such a thing.
"Yes, she lost her temper there, flooded the toilet, and messed up there all year. If possible, I wouldn't go there. When I went to the toilet, it was terrible to hear her crying— —"
　　 "Hey~EbookFREE.me~ Harry, the food you want is here." Ron yelled, and suddenly a large number of trays appeared on a table not far away.
　　 They walked over eagerly, shocked at first glance. A large rotten fish was placed on a silver plate, a cake burned like coal was placed on a tray, a large piece of cheese crawling with moths covered with green hairs, and a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone. It is written in tar: Mr. Nicholas Demis Poppingerton died on October 31, 1492.
　　 This is when a sturdy ghost approached the table, bent down, and passed through the food, his mouth wide open through a smelly salmon.
　　 "When you walk through the food, can you taste anything?" Fanlin asked.
　　 "A little bit!" The ghost replied sadly, and then floated away.
　　 "I think they wanted the taste for the food to rot specially." Hermione said suddenly. She pinched her nose close to a plate of rotting animal liver.
　　 "Let's go, I don't feel comfortable." Harry said nauseously.
　　 Just as they turned around, a little figure floated out from under the table, suspended in the air, and stopped in front of them.
　　 "Hello, Pippi." Harry said hello carefully.
　　 This messy ghost wears a bright yellow party hat, a spinning bow tie, and a wide smile on his face. In comparison, he is the least pale and transparent.
　　 "A bite?" He picked up a plate of moldy peanuts and asked sweetly.
　　 "No, thank you." Hermione said immediately.
　　 "I heard you say bad things about poor Myrtle," Pippi's eyes lighted. "You are not polite to Metole." He took a deep breath and shouted, "Ah, Myrtle!"