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Two months later.

Since Hecate was defeated by the foursome of Peter and Raven, peace has returned to the magical world.

Nandarbat was destroyed, and Rama Kushner took up residence in the body of Lady Xanadu, temporarily solving her accommodation problem.

The necropolis of Swamp Thing comes to life again.

Everything seemed to be back to its original state of vitality.

Hogwarts.

Winter is coming, and the damp wind blows throughout the castle.

Along with the cold wind comes a rapidly dropping temperature.

For several days, raindrops hit the windows of the castle day and night like bullets. The water in the lake rose, and a lot of soil at the base of the flowers was washed away, making the entire road muddy.

Mark walked on the muddy path, wrapping his clothes tightly.

"Hey, Mark!"

Harry's voice came from behind him.

Looking back, he saw that it was Harry and Ron walking towards him.

Because Mark's integrity suited Harry and Harry's personalities very well, after a few months of getting along, the two of them had become good friends.

"Are you free tonight? Mark, we can attend the death anniversary party together."

When Mark heard Ron's words, he frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "What is a death anniversary party? Isn't today Halloween?"

Harry explained to him, "It was organized by Headless Nick. He said that this year's Halloween is the 500th anniversary of his death."

"Well"

Mark didn't know whether he should look happy or sad.

Headless Nick is the ghost of Gryffindor House.

His head and neck are connected only by a thin layer of skin, but he's not scary, he's kind, and he's funny.

As for when he appeared in the academy, it is impossible to find out.

Mark heard that his neck was struck forty-four times with a blunt axe.

Ron continued: "He said there was going to be a party in a big house and friends from all over the country would be attending."

Glancing at Harry, he showed a dissatisfied expression, "Harry actually agreed without asking my opinion. I originally planned to participate in the school's Halloween. To be honest, I don't understand why someone would celebrate their own death. "

Mark didn't know how to answer the question, so he said for a long time: "Well, it sounds very depressing. I am willing to attend the party with you, I mean... the death anniversary party."

"Very good, these are real good friends."

Ron came over and put his arm around Mark's shoulders, "Mark, tell me more about Mr. Padrick's battle with the Parasite Demon."

The Harry trio already knew that Mark came from a completely different parallel world from theirs.

After the curiosity of the trio was aroused, they pestered Mark to ask about the farm. .

Ron and Hermione were particularly interested in Mark's legendary father.

Now the two of them take Mark to listen to Peter's adventure stories whenever they have time.

"Didn't you talk about it yesterday?"

Mark said with a wink.

"Really? I forgot. Let's tell the story of General Zod. You said you fought against aliens together. By the way, can I see your two brothers who can fly and shoot lasers from their eyes? Me I remember they showed up at the opening dinner."

Ron expressed his desire to get to know Azu and Clark.

Mark couldn't resist Ron's enthusiasm and smiled awkwardly.

"I'll tell them."

night.

Because the school held Halloween, Mark, Raven, Tom, and Rocky were all at school and did not go back to the farm.

At seven o'clock sharp, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mark walked straight out of the door and into the crowded hall.

Gold plates and candles sparkle in the hall, creating a peaceful Halloween atmosphere.

The group then walked to the office, where candles were placed in the aisle leading to Headless Nick's party.

Thin and long black candles, the candlelight is bright blue, casting dim ghostly shadows on the faces of several people.

With every step you take, the temperature here seems to drop a little.

Harry trembled a little and wrapped his magic robe tightly around his body.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard a sound like nails scratching a blackboard.

"What is this sound?"

Mark also heard it, and he whispered to several people.

Harry shook his head and said he didn't know.

Hermione and Ron looked confused, neither of them heard.

Then several people turned a corner and saw headless Nick standing next to the door with a black and purple curtain.

"My dear friends, welcome, welcome...I'm so glad you can come..."

Headless Nick took off his feather hat, bowed to several people, and let Mark and others enter.

Entering the room, the scene inside is unbelievable.

In the room, hundreds of pale and transparent people were floating on the dance floor, waltzing to the terrifying and creepy music.

On the platform under the black screen, a symphony orchestra was vigorously pulling thirty chainsaws.

The chandeliers above the ghosts' heads emitted a strange blue light.

"Let's take a walk around?"

Harry swallowed and suggested to the others.

He wanted to stretch his numb feet and hide his trembling mood.

"Be careful not to walk through others."

Ron reminded nervously, and several people walked cautiously along the edge of the stage.

Then several people saw a group of gloomy-looking nuns and a man in ragged clothes wearing shackles.

Mark even saw a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead, and a Slytherin ghost covered in blood and haggard.

As they were about to continue their visit, Harry suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

He seemed to hear some strange voices.

"I'm so hungry... I've been waiting for a long time..."

"Kill, kill"

Turning his head, Harry asked Mark and Hermione, "Did you hear it?"

Mark nodded solemnly, "I heard it."

The voice became weaker and weaker.

Harry was sure of the existence of the voice and fled upwards.

"This way."

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Standing up, Harry quickly ran up the stairs and entered the lobby.

At the Halloween banquet, the noisy conversations of students and teachers echoed in the lobby.

Harry ran up the stone steps on the first floor, followed closely by Ron, Hermione and Mark.

"Harry, what are we doing?!"

"Shh!"

Harry made a gesture to keep quiet.

He raised his head and heard the voice above his head: "... I smell blood... I smell blood!"

"Catch up with him, that voice seems to be plotting something bad, he seems to want to kill someone."

Harry said as he hurried forward, and Mark followed closely behind him.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other in confusion, rushed up the stairs three steps at a time, and chased after the two.

Harry and Mark rushed to the second floor, and Ron and Hermione followed breathlessly behind, and finally stopped in an empty corridor at the end.

"Harry, Mark, what's going on?"

Ron asked the two breathlessly: "I can't hear anything..."

Hermione on the other side pointed at the corridor and took a breath.

"Look at you!"

The wall in front of the corridor was flashing with light.

Step by step, several people walked slowly and carefully into the dim corridor.

On the wall of the two windows, the palm-sized words painted on them glowed faintly under the flickering torches.

"The mysterious secret room has been opened!

Descendants of the enemy, beware."

Ron turned his eyes away from the words and looked in other directions, and saw something that frightened him.

He asked in a trembling voice: "What is this hanging down there?"

There was a large puddle of water on the floor, reflecting the faint light.

Under the words, there was a black mass.

They immediately recognized what it was, and the frightened Hermione screamed and quickly jumped back.

Mrs. Norris, the cat raised by the administrator Argus Filch, her tail hung on the torch barrel, her body was as stiff as a board, and her eyes were wide open staring at the few people.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were stunned and dared not move.

Mark, who was well-informed, was the first to react and wanted to put Mrs. Norris down.

But thunderous applause soon broke out in the banquet, and footsteps were heard on the stairs.

The students who finished the dinner walked up the stairs and saw this horrifying scene.

Seeing the hanging cat, everyone stopped chattering.

The whole corridor fell into an eerie silence, and everyone looked at the words on the wall.

After a while, a voice sounded in the crowd, "Descendants of the enemy, beware! You are the next target, a person of Muggle descent!"

Malfoy stood up, looked at Harry, who was blushing, and said sarcastically.

"What happened? What happened?"

The voices from the crowd quickly attracted the administrator Argus Filch.

He used his shoulder to squeeze a path and passed through the crowd.

After seeing Mrs. Norris, he was so scared that he stepped back, his face full of horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?"

He screamed, his eyes widened, and cast his eyes on Harry.

"You!" He screamed, "It's you! You killed my cat! You killed her! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to-"

"Filch."

Soon a voice interrupted him, and Professor Dumbledore arrived at the critical moment.

He asked Professor McGonagall to put Mrs. Norris down, and then asked Mark and the others to go to his office with him.

Early morning.

Raven took the school bus back to the farm and told Mark what happened.

Peter took the school bus and rushed to Hogwarts School.

After entering the principal's office, Peter saw Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the smooth table and was examining her.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mark sat heavily on the chairs next to the candlesticks, exchanging nervous expressions from time to time.