Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 55 Nothing

Gryffindor celebrated unabashedly.

The Slytherins rioted, and they retaliated wildly against the lion cubs and kittens.

Snape was very angry. He thought of ways, made up various reasons, and deducted points from each house. Gryffindor was the worst one to be targeted.

As a result, Ron suffered the most vicious scolding he had ever faced Snape.

He is studying very hard during this time.

I asked Harry and Hermione a lot about how to make potions.

In this class, he couldn't wait to use some of them, trying to make himself less scolded.

result…

"We Mr. Weasley are finally starting to develop in the direction of trolls?"

"Bad imitation, good luck let you succeed once, but next time I think, I should see you at St. Mungo's. If you are missing a textbook, go to the closet to find one!"

"Instead of using these things that you can't use yet!"

"Five points from Gryffindor!"

It made Ron wish he could pull out his wand on the spot and have a duel with Snape to the death.

"It's not fair!" After class, Ron kept complaining on the road, "Why did Hermione get bonus points, and I also used them, but I was deducted points."

"You want justice from Professor Snape?" Harry asked back.

Ron was taken aback.

His mood suddenly brightened. Thinking about Harry's performance so well, but he was still deducted points, and the points deducted were more than his own. He immediately balanced a lot.

Passing scoring gems.

Gryffindor's scores, from the beginning of the term, fell to the same level as the other three houses.

Snape hit too hard.

The deans of the other three academies felt aggrieved, but they couldn't be like Snape, who favored their own academies and deliberately found fault with deducting the scores of other academies. They could only hint to the little wizards in their own academies to learn more from the Weasley brothers. .

Professor Lockhart used it when he could.

It can't be the end of the semester, the scores of several colleges can't pass 100 points.

Harry is very busy these days.

The professor's confinement, Quidditch training, signing the sign in the restricted area from Lockhart, flipping through the books, thinking about how the witcher's potion should be boiled in this world.

Until Halloween.

Nearly Headless Nick floats into the common room.

"Mr. Potter." He slowly poked his head out from under the table with sincere eyes, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Ron and Hermione shuddered.

It appeared too suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

Nick, who was almost headless, twitched and said, "Actually, this year's Halloween is the anniversary of my 500th birthday. I would like to invite you to attend."

"It will be in a relatively spacious underground classroom in the castle, and my friends will come over."

"Of course, I also welcome Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley."

Harry was expressionless: "The nature of the birthday party?"

Hermione and Ron opened their mouths slightly, a little surprised.

They really thought so in their hearts.

But...wouldn't it be nice to say it so bluntly?

No matter how you look at it, it can't be linked to "birthday", and it's not a happy thing.

Nick has nothing to hold back, he is a ghost who can write a lot about his own death, nods, and his almost lost head is thrown off: "Yes, this will be a grand party, I will invite a A very famous band among our ghosts."

"Although I think you might prefer to attend the dinner party of living people, I still hope..."

Harry interrupted him and ruthlessly refused: "Yes, I think I would prefer to attend a dinner party with living people."

"Well, since you don't want to, Mr. Potter." Nearly Headless Nick looked at Hermione and Ron, "What about Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"

Hermione looked forward to it, but hesitated, and shook her head: "Sorry, I don't have time to go either."

Ron is most looking forward to.

Deathday party, dancing with ghosts, that sounds cool!

But the two friends refused, and he couldn't agree alone, so he could only shake his head with difficulty.

Almost headless Nick sighed, flew away, and continued to invite other little wizards.

"Harry, why didn't you go?" When it flew away, Ron couldn't wait to poke his head over, "That's the death day party!"

"Have you been there before?" Harry asked back.

Ron was taken aback: "No, I didn't."

"But it does sound interesting." Hermione also opened her mouth to express her point of view.

"There should be a boundary between the dead and the living." Harry shook his head. "The banquet of the ghosts may not even have food for the living."

Nearly Headless Nick is still warmly inviting other little wizards.

Neville dared not refuse.

Ron's little sister, Ginny, was also forced to accept the invitation.

Except for these two bullies, Nick was never able to invite anyone else.

Halloween night.

Hogwarts is always very enthusiastic about festivals. Pumpkin lanterns and ghost candles are hung up according to the occasion, and dishes related to pumpkins are also placed on the table.

While Ron was fighting Pumpkin Pie.

Ginny came back dazed.

"What about the Deathday party?" Ron asked.

Ginny sat down numbly.

Ron raised his hand and poked her lightly: "Ginny? I'm asking how is your death party?"

Ginny shivered and shook her head: "It's too bad!"

Her face was pale, and her voice was weak: "They are all ghosts, and there is no food that living people can eat. They prepared rotten things for us. I couldn't stand it, so I escaped with an excuse."

Harry was right!

It was a wise choice to say no.

Ron looked at the drumstick in his hand with relief.

The death day party seemed to have a great impact on Ginny, she had no appetite and only drank half a cup of pumpkin porridge.

The dinner party is coming to an end.

Suddenly there was a shrill cry - it was Neville's!

At the teacher's table, Professor McGonagall got up immediately, and Harry also took half of a pumpkin pie, and trotted towards the place where the screams came from, together with the other little wizards.

Very close to the auditorium.

Just down the grand staircase, next to Filch's office, on the wall between the two windows, just a foot off the ground, was daubed with bright red paint—

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened"

"Those who are enemies of the successor, beware"

Under the text, there is a small water stain.

Filch's beloved cat, the Maine Coon named "Mrs. Norris", was petrified, with its tail hanging on the torch stand, facing the water stains, but it was not dead, and there was still a faint trace of life left. breath.

Harry looked serious, frowning.

Chamber of Secrets?

The Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin?

But that painting is in my hand...

Did someone notice the message on the painting before you?

Of course, it was the one that gave Harry the most headaches.

It was such a short distance, but I didn't feel anything, no breath, no magic power, nothing abnormal just now.

The site is also very clean.

No footprints, no breath, no traces of any kind.

He remembered the smell of paint, moved his nose slightly, and sniffed.

Not on Neville.

The young couple who ran in just now didn't have it on them, only the smell of heather.