Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

But the effect of these candles seemed rather gloomy: they were all black, thin little candles, shining with a blue light when burning, which looked gloomy even when shining on the three lively faces of the three.

Perhaps because there were too many ghosts gathered ahead, the temperature kept dropping with every step Lecos and the others took forward.

Then they heard a sound like a thousand fingernails scraping across a huge blackboard... Cassandra's beautiful eyebrows suddenly pulled together.

"Is this the legendary... Le Saw?" Lycos's mouth twitched.

Although I already knew that Ghost's music was unpleasant, I didn't expect it to be so unpleasant. It was really creepy.

But now that he was here, Lycos had no intention of running away.

So they turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friends," he said with infinite sorrow, "welcome, welcome... I am so glad you can come... You are the second wave of living people to arrive today."

"Oh, by the way, Lycos, I haven't had time to tell you yet... I became friends with Moaning Myrtle, thanks to you for introducing us, so I think I must invite you to my Deathday party."

He took off his feathered hat and bowed to invite Lycos and the others in.

Then his head fell off his neck, with only a layer of skin connecting it to the ground.

Lycos: “…”

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Chapter 139 Ghost Dinner

The scene in the underground classroom was almost beyond Lycos's cognition. He had never seen so many ghosts.

Hundreds of milky white, translucent figures, most of them wandering around in the crowded dance floor, dancing a waltz in the air to the terrible and trembling sound of thirty musical saws.

A band sat on a stage covered in black cloth, playing the ziggurat, a strange instrument usually played with a bow that produces waves of unique, eerie, and piercing sounds.

Like the one in the auditorium, a thousand candles were lit in a chandelier on the ceiling, emitting a blue light unique to midnight.

There were four long, almost rotten brown tables, their arrangement seemingly imitating the furnishings of a hall. The tables were covered with black candles, emitting a faint blue light.

The food on the gray plates was completely rotten or moldy, emitting a foul smell.

At this time, a group of ghosts were performing wonderful performances amidst the music.

Each member of the team had a missing head and a sturdy ghost horse. They rode on the horse and continuously threw their heads up, which were then caught by the next member behind them and thrown up again. This went on and on, circling the stage...

As they walked deeper, gusts of cold air hit them in the face. Lycos and Cassandra's breath formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold storage room.

Cassandra was still wearing her green skirt, with half of her calves and white arms exposed. In the cold air, she stamped her feet lightly and rubbed her arms with both hands.

Lycos saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, thought about it for a moment, and was about to remind her that she could use the water and fire immunity spell and the heat spell that could keep out the cold, but the little witch's hand grabbed his outer robe.

"How can you be so blind? In such a cold place, don't you know to put clothes on girls?" Cassandra complained.

"But I'm cold too." Lycos said this, but he still resigned himself to taking off his school robe and draping it over Cassandra's shoulders. "Forget it, you're probably colder than me."

Perhaps Cassandra hadn't learned a less popular spell like the Heat Charm? He guessed.

In an environment full of ghosts, it was still a bit cold even after taking off his coat. Lycos carefully avoided the ghosts floating around, for fear of passing through those bodies that were as cold as ice water.

He was still hesitant. He didn't know those unpopular spells, but he could use a fire shield to protect himself and keep warm... He was just a little worried that the flames would be too powerful and accidentally ruin Nick's 500th anniversary dinner.

However, before he could come up with a solution, a clear voice suddenly came to his ears -

"Impervius."

"Focillo."

As if knowing what Lycos was thinking, Cassandra chanted two spells in succession, and the chillness on his body dissipated in an instant.

Lycos turned around in surprise and found that Cassandra's lips curled slightly, and then she wrapped her coat, which was obviously one size too big, tighter.

Lycos: “…”

He discovered that this restless little witch was clearly trying to steal his clothes!

……

"Nearly Headless Nick said we're the second wave of living people to arrive here."

In the end, Lecos never got his school robe back.

The breath from his mouth gathered into a ball in front of him and then quickly dissipated, like a fleeting cloud.

"That means... Potter and the others have arrived?"

Cassandra glanced across the dungeon and nodded slightly.

Lycos followed Cassandra's gaze and found three little wizards standing among a group of ghosts, looking out of place.

They seemed to be in trouble.

Peeves, who loved to play pranks, floated beside them with a playful smile on his face... He was different from the ghosts around him, he was not pale and transparent.

On the contrary, Peeves wore a bright orange party hat, a swirling bow tie, and a wide, wicked grin on his broad face.

In addition, there is a short and fat girl's ghost hanging in the air next to Peeves.

Her face was filled with deep melancholy and gloom, half hidden by her straight long hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses... Obviously, this was the Myrtle that Lycos had seen in the abandoned girls' bathroom not long ago.

"What happened here?" Lycos finally saw an acquaintance in an unfamiliar environment and pulled Cassandra over.

"Miss Granger was just talking about Myrtle—" Peeves said, seemingly answering Lycos's question, but actually speaking into Myrtle's ear.

"I was saying...I was saying...you look so beautiful tonight." Hermione stammered, glaring at Peeves.

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously, then her face fell.

"She must be making fun of me..." As she said this, tears fell quickly from her transparent little eyes.

But when Myrtle saw Lycos beside her, she forced back her tears and said, "Oh, I didn't see you coming... Sorry, I lost my composure a little. I shouldn't care about what others think."

"No...really! Didn't I just say Myrtle looked pretty?" Hermione hastened to amend, nudging Harry and Ron in the ribs with her elbows.

"yes……"

"That's what she said..."

Harry and Ron were like two repeaters.

"You're lying to me." Myrtle said with a stern face, forcing herself not to cry in front of the handsome guy. "But I won't be influenced by you. I'm already a brand new Myrtle."

"Strange, so strange..." Peeves flew in the air, circling around Myrtle. "I don't believe this is Myrtle. She must be possessed by some demon!"

Just then, a short figure floated over from the side.

"I heard you mentioned... goblins?"

The person who spoke was a transparent dwarf with a gloomy expression, pointed ears, and long fingers that kept shaking, as if he was counting money non-stop.

This is a ghost of a goblin.

"Oh, that's not what I meant." Peeves' smile faded, and he showed his disgust. "How dreadful! How dare Nearly Headless Nick invite mean Misserbo to his Deathday celebrations?"

Having said this, Peeves somersaulted in boredom and flew through the ceiling of the dungeon.

The goblin called "Mean Miserbo" snorted coldly, glanced casually at a few living people, then turned and floated away.

"Can goblins turn into ghosts?" Ron opened his mouth in shock.

"That should be possible, right?" Even Hermione looked a little unsure. "But I saw that even the horses of the Headless Hunter could turn into ghosts, so it should be normal for goblins to turn into ghosts."

"I don't care about that. I just want to know..." Harry took over the conversation, "how disgusting are these goblins that even Peeves hate?"

Lycos didn't care about this little episode and was about to go somewhere else, but he found that Cassandra didn't say anything, but just turned her head and looked at the transparent fairy figure quietly with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Lycos asked.

"Nothing." Cassandra shook her head slightly. "Just thinking of something..."

Lecos wanted to ask more questions, but Nick, who was almost headless, suddenly came to the crowd.

"Ah, good evening, Harry and his friends, and Lycos and his friends!" Nick interrupted him enthusiastically. "Don't mind mean Misserbo, he asked for it himself."

"I just thought that since this is the 500th anniversary of his death, the event had to be bigger... I reluctantly invited him in order to get a few more people to make up the numbers."

As he said this, he suddenly realized that there was a very invisible ghost beside him.

"Oh, Myrtle is here too... Hello, Myrtle!"

Myrtle's face was tense, and she forced a smile that was uglier than crying. It was obvious that she had not recovered from the emotional blow she had just received from Peeves.

"Hello, Sir Nicholas." She still remembered Lycos's instructions and used this address.

Sure enough, when Nick heard this name, his whole face seemed to relax, as if he had just soaked in a beautiful hot spring.

"Ah...you're so polite, Myrtle. Just call me Nick."

"Yes, Sir Nicholas," said Myrtle again.

Nick didn't say anything, but his expression became more relaxed.

Ron, who was standing opposite, saw this scene and twitched his lips. He grumbled quietly, "So Nearly Headless Nick became friends with her just because of this name..."

"I'm afraid that's true..." Harry agreed stiffly.

Fortunately, Nick didn't indulge in it for too long and soon remembered the important matter.

He quickly floated to the front of the underground classroom, hung above the stage, and said loudly:

"Now, my five-hundredth anniversary dinner officially begins. Enjoy yourselves and have fun!"

As Nick finished speaking, countless transparent figures who had been impatient for a long time began to shuttle back and forth around the dirty tables, "tasting" the strange foods on the long tables.

Lycos watched helplessly as a fat ghost beside him opened his mouth wide and let a plate of moldy beef covered with green hair pass through his mouth. Then he floated beside the table and began to shake his head with a look of nostalgia.

He fell silent.

Lycos felt that he probably had no appetite to eat tonight...

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Chapter 140 The Wrong Fairy

In the chilly underground classroom, the ghosts' banquet officially began.

Huge chunks of rotting meat lay on grey plates, blackened, charred cakes were piled on large trays; there were also large quantities of stuffed sheep tripe infested with maggots, and a piece of cheese covered in green hair.