The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Halloween is here, and other students in the school are happily participating in the Halloween banquet. The auditorium is no longer as usual, but decorated with live bats. It all starts with a bat?

Hagrid placed the lanterns that he had painstakingly carved out of giant pumpkins, which were big enough for three people to sit inside.

The little wizards were also discussing the gossip they heard somewhere. It was said that Dumbledore had booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

And our classmate Rolf was sadly dragged by Malfoy to attend the death anniversary party with Harry.

"What's said is hard to follow." Hermione reminded Harry arrogantly, "You promised them that you would go to the death anniversary party."

That's right, Harry already regretted agreeing to attend some death anniversary party...

"That's right! Harry, I haven't attended the ghost party yet! Let's go, let's go!" Malfoy urged excitedly from the side.

It seemed that Malfoy hadn't realized what he was going to experience next, and he was very excited to encourage others to leave quickly.

So, at about seven o'clock, Rolf and others walked straight through a door, which just led to the crowded auditorium.

Rolf could still see from a distance that the place was decorated with lights, candlelight was shining, and there were gold plates on the table. It was very tempting, but they still walked towards the underground classroom.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was also lit with candles, but the effect was not pleasant at all.

They were all dark, thin little candles that shone with blue light when they burned. Even when it shone on their faces that were full of life, they looked eerie.

The temperature dropped with every step they took. Harry shivered and tightened his clothes around himself. Now he really regretted agreeing to Nick's invitation.

At this time, he heard a sound, like a thousand fingernails scraping back and forth on a huge blackboard.

"That's also called music?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw an almost headless Nick standing at the door, covered with a black velvet curtain.

The sight in front of him was so unbelievable that Rolf swore that he never wanted to see such a gloomy scene again.

The underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures, most of them wandering around the overcrowded dance floor.

They waltzed in time with the terrible and trembling sounds of thirty musical saws, the band playing them sitting on a stage covered with black cloth.

A thousand candles were lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue light.

Several of them could still feel that their breaths formed clouds of mist in front of them due to the cold atmosphere, as if they had walked into a refrigerator.

"Look, food!" Ron said. At the other end of the underground classroom was a long table, also covered with black velvet.

They stepped forward impatiently, then stopped in horror: the smell was too bad. Rolf wanted to hold Ron back, but he moved too quickly.

Next, several people saw a scene that reminded them of yesterday's breakfast: large pieces of rotten meat were placed on beautiful silver plates, and dark, charred cakes were piled on a large tray.

There is also a large amount of maggot-filled lamb tripe and a piece of cheese covered in green hair. (vomit)

In the center of the table stood a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing spelling out the following words: Sir Nicholas Deminsey Porpington died on October 31, 1492.

Malfoy felt bad all over. The scene in front of him made him stunned. Why was this dinner so different from what he imagined?

At this time, a fat ghost came towards the table. He squatted down and passed directly through the middle of the table, his mouth wide open, and he happened to pass through a smelly salmon.

"Can you taste it if you go through it like this?" Harry asked him cautiously. "Absolutely." The ghost said sadly, turned around and floated away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make the smell stronger." Hermione said knowingly. She covered her nose and leaned forward to take a closer look at the rotten lamb belly.

Rolf had to admire Hermione's thirst for knowledge. Faced with such a disgusting scene, she could still step forward and observe carefully. What kind of thing could stop Hermione's curiosity?

"Let's go, I feel sick." Ron turned his head and said with difficulty as his stomach turned.

But at this moment, Nick, who was almost headless, floated up from the crowd. "Are you having fun?"

"Oh, glad, thank you for inviting us." they lied, not wanting to disturb these poor ghosts with their discomfort.

"The number is quite satisfactory," Nearly Headless Nick said proudly,

"The crying widow came all the way from Kent. My time to speak is about to come. I'd better go give the band a heads up." Nick exchanged a few words with a few people and prepared to drift off to other places.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the band suddenly stopped playing. They and everyone in the underground classroom fell silent, looking around excitedly, and a hunting horn blew.

"Oh, that's bad." Nearly Headless Nick said painfully. It seemed that what was about to happen was something he didn't want to see.

Twelve ghost horses suddenly ran out from the wall of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on top.

All the people attending the party applauded enthusiastically, and Harry and others clapped their hands without knowing why, but they quickly stopped when they saw Nick's face.

Twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, stopped suddenly, stood upright on their hind legs, and then kicked up their hind hooves to rush forward.

Immediately at the front was a large ghost with a bearded head tucked under his arm, blowing a horn.

He jumped off his horse and raised his head high in the air so that he could look at everyone from above.

Everyone was laughing, except Nick. He strode towards the almost headless Nick and stuffed his head into his neck carelessly.

"Nick!" he yelled, "how are you? Is your head still hanging there?" He let out a wild laugh and patted the almost headless Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick." Nick said stiffly.

"Living people!" Mr. Patrick saw Rolf and the others at a glance. He jumped up high in pretending to be surprised, but his head fell off again, causing everyone to burst into laughter again.

"Very interesting." Nearly headless Nick said with a straight face. At this time, Harry was already very cold, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

"I can't stand it anymore." Ron muttered, his teeth chattering. At this time, the band started to play again, and the big ghosts and little ghosts returned to the dance floor.

"Let's go quickly." Malfoy agreed. This was probably the first time that he and Ron had reached a consensus on something.

Hermione didn't object this time. It seemed that the gloomy atmosphere around them finally made these ignorant little wizards get back on their way.