The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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Tom looked at the hall, which was decorated with lanterns, candles flickering, and the tempting aroma wafted from time to time. He turned and walked towards the basement classroom. With his eyes closed he could think of the pomp of the Hogwarts Halloween dinner: Dumbledore's band of skeletons playing in Hagrid's giant pumpkin; undead dancers choreographed dances for the little wizards; There is a dazzling array of delicacies, and there must be charcoal-fired barbecued meat that is sizzling with oil: the selected plump meat must be one foot long and more than a palm in length and width, then cut into thick slices, smeared with spices, oil and salt, and then String them together with iron skewers, spread a layer of peanut oil on top, sprinkle a layer of sesame seeds, slowly roast them over a charcoal fire, and cut them off with a knife immediately after the outside is scorched—the wizard can use a cutting spell. Put it in your mouth, and as you chew, the fat overflows from the gaps in the meat and bursts in your mouth...

But none of this had anything to do with Tom. He had a couple of sandwiches and a jug of butterbeer in his arms, and that was his dinner.

Hermione had changed into a brand new robe and waited for him in the corner outside the auditorium as the two headed to the nearly headless Nick's death party together.

At this time, two pairs of eyes were staring at Tom.

"Fred, look."

"I'm watching, George."

Fred and George have been spying on Professor Lockhart. The news they got from the Marauder's map was so hot that it was hard for them to believe it, but the Marauder's map never went wrong.

Either there is something wrong with Professor Lockhart, or there is a problem with the Marauder's map. It is known that the Marauder's map has never had a problem, so Professor Lockhart has a problem.

q.e.d

The argument is rigorous and the evidence is sufficient.

After seeing that Professor Lockhart did not attend the Halloween dinner, but went to a "tryst" with the girl named Hermione Granger, the two of them were more convinced of their findings.

The expressions Fred and George looked at Professor Lockhart changed, filled with respect.

"It's amazing, we can't make such a prank in our life, right? This is a direct replacement for a professor!"

George nodded approvingly. As for reporting? They don't have this boring, conservative idea: what a cool prank it was, and ugly if it ended with being accused.

"That guy Tom is really a Ravenclaw? Gryffindor is ashamed of himself." Fred sighed quietly on the side.

"I remember he got stuck at the sorting ceremony for a while, and the Sorting Hat was probably hesitating to throw him in Gryffindor." George remembered the scene at the sorting ceremony a year ago. He and Fred would watch every sorting ceremony carefully and give every freshman except Slytherin a warm applause. Slytherin's freshman would receive a less warm and sincere reception from the two of them. applause.

Fred said solemnly: "The Sorting Hat is for Tom's good. If he was stuffed into Gryffindor, he might already be living in Azkaban by now."

George laughed.

Their friend Lee Jordan came to the two of them, "Why are you laughing here if you don't go to the party?"

George said sternly, "We remember happy things."

"You guys are playing pranks again! Can you take me with you!" Lee Jordan saw through the lies of the two old friends in an instant, stretched out his arms and hugged the Weasley brothers one by one.

"Lee, let go—too tight—"

The frolic of the three gradually approached the auditorium.

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Tom made his way to the basement, which was also lit with candles, but with the same effect as Tom's candle lips: creepy. Those candles looked very small, and it was dark outside, exuding blue light and a ghostly aura.

Tom walked down to the ground step by step, and he could feel the temperature around him dropping physically. Every time the inhaled air irritated their airways like ice balls, Hermione unconsciously wrapped her clothes tightly. At this time, a strange sound came from the ground, stinging their eardrums. If we had to use the sound of Yang Shi as an analogy, it would be the sound of nails scratching the blackboard.

"Merlin! Can this be called music?" Ron's voice sounded from a corner ahead. He and Harry got here one step ahead of Tom. At this time, Tom and Hermione also followed and saw Harry, Ron and Neville walking shivering in the aisle.

"Professor Lockhart, you-Hermione?" Harry wanted to say hello to Tom, but when he saw Hermione behind Tom, he was stunned. He didn't expect to see other classmates here.

"Miss Granger was very interested in the death party, so I brought her to attend."

If it weren't for the presence of a real professor, Ron almost blurted out "Is there something wrong with her brain?" In the end, he gave Harry and Neville a complicated look and exchanged glances with them.

The five continued their journey and came to the venue of the death anniversary party. Nick, who was almost headless, was standing at the door with a black velvet curtain draped over his body.

Nick took off his hat and welcomed the five guests here.

Tom stepped into the party hall. The basement room was already crowded with milky white and translucent figures. Hundreds of ghosts came to Nick's death anniversary party, turning the empty basement room into a crowded dance floor.

"Don't pass through a ghost," Tom told his friends, but Neville accidentally bumped into a ghost, and it felt like someone had poured a basin of ice water on him.

The ghost Neville bumped into was a young woman in appearance, with a slender figure, waist-length hair, and a robe reaching the floor, with a very beautiful appearance. It is a pity to see such a character wither at such a flower-like age. Her demeanor was arrogant and arrogant.

Feeling someone pass through her, she glanced back, and when she saw Neville who was trembling, there was a hint of contempt in her eyes.

Tom and Hermione recognize the identity of the ghost, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower: Lady Grey, or rather, Helena Ravenclaw. At Hogwarts, most ghosts who were British natives can come, because they have all studied at Hogwarts.

Ghosts can move freely in the places where they lived, so these wizards can turn into ghosts and return to their alma mater after they die. However, many ghosts just came to join in the fun at the opening ceremony, took a look at the sorting ceremony and left. Including Peeves and Professor Binns, only a few ghosts stay at Hogwarts Castle every day. Each of the four academies has its own representative ghost.

The ghost of Gryffindor was almost headless Nick, the youngest of the four ghosts. The ghosts from Gryffindor Academy are the least. When most of the Gryffindors died, they didn't have too many obsessions, and "went down" without any hesitation. Nick chose to stay in the minority.

Ravenclaw's ghost is the beautiful woman in front of them, Helena Ravenclaw. If she was born, she is also the most noble ghost. She is the direct descendant of the Big Four, and the only one who can be identified and famous. A direct descendant with a surname. The other three founders may have descendants, but not necessarily direct descendants. Gryffindor's descendants are no longer verified. He is named after his birthplace, Godric's Hollow, so there may be his descendants there-that small valley is quite unusual. Gryffindor was born here, and it is still here. Home to the Potters, Dumbledore, and the author of The History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot, also settled here.

The descendants of Hufflepuff and Slytherin are also real, except that they have abandoned their ancestors' surnames. The surname of those who claim to be descendants of Slytherin is Gaunt, and the surname of those who claim to be descendants of Hufflepuffs is Smith... They do, however, keep the ancestral keepsakes: the Slytherin locket and the Hufflepuff golden cup—God knows where these tokens came from.

In Tom's view, claiming to be descendants with different surnames is simply incomprehensible. It's like a person who claims to be the King of Zhongshan after being a member of the Han clan, and the result is that his surname is "Tuoba" - maybe it's some strange European custom. Helena Ravenclaw was obviously far more orthodox than these strange, strange descendants who came out of nowhere.

The ghost of Slytherin is called Barrow the Bloody. He is the same generation as Helena of Ravenclaw. They are the oldest ghosts of Hogwarts. He is extremely violent, and even Peeves is afraid of him. He also has some entanglements with Helena...

Hufflepuff's ghost was a happy guy, everyone called him "Fat Friar", but his real name was forgotten, but he didn't care. He graduated from Hufflepuff and was later executed by the church. Because of his magic, the high priest wondered about his ability to cure smallpox and his penchant for pulling rabbits out of communion cups. But these may be just excuses and introductions. There is also a higher level of power struggle behind the death of the fat monk.

The fat monk almost became a cardinal in his lifetime! Cardinals, also known as cardinals, are the top leaders of the church. Although the number has been increasing over time, they are still the top leaders of the church. Cardinals can elect the Pope! The fat monk was really close to breaking into the top of the church.

Helena Ravenclaw's eyes swept across the faces of the five living beings, her eyes paused a little when she saw Hermione, she recognized this girl, and she also had an impression of Hermione: Hardworking, studious and smart. So she nodded gently to Hermione, who she thought was a smart person like Hermione qualified to talk to her.

But when she saw Tom, she was stunned. She seemed to recall something. The transparent cheeks seemed to become less transparent. She looked at Tom's fingers and stared at the ring a few times.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Gerrod Lockhart." Tom wondered, why did she suddenly pay attention to me?

Helena recalled the name, and an exaggerated figure that disgusted her appeared in her mind.

She sneered and floated away.

Helena Ravenclaw is just a small episode. At this time, the atmosphere in the basement became more and more "warm", and ghost guests filed in and drifted around the classroom. Nick also had a band of ghosts, and they were the sound of the fingernails scratching the blackboard just now. But the ghosts seemed to enjoy the music, and they waltzed to the accompaniment of the musical saw.

Under the faint blue candlelight, hundreds of ghosts danced lightly, and the ghosts gathered together, making the temperature here like a cold winter.

"Walk around, get active, and your feet will freeze if you stand like this." Tom suggested that he and Hermione would be fine, but Harry and the three should be careful of catching a cold.

Harry took the lead, moving carefully along the edge of the dance floor, and they saw ghostly nuns of various identities, men in ragged clothes in chains, fat Hufflepuff monks, a knight with an arrow in his forehead...

They also saw Barrow the **** man, scrawny, with straight eyes and silvery blood all over his body. It can be seen that even in the ghost, Barrow is a malefic star, and he is a real person who hates ghosts. The basement classroom was obviously crowded, but there was a large open space beside him.

Counting Barrow, the "resident" ghosts of the four major colleges have all come.

"There are a lot of people here." Ron looked around and found that his familiar ghosts appeared almost all the time. Even Peeves appeared at the death anniversary party wearing a bright orange party hat. on site.

Several people tacitly closed their mouths and walked away from Peeves. Since it is a dinner party, there will naturally be food. Away from the dance floor was a table covered in black velvet. Tom was very witty, and stopped a long way away, and also grabbed Hermione to let her look at the dishes on the table first.

Sure enough, when the three of Harry approached the table, their expressions suddenly became painful, as if they had smelled some foul smell. Hermione glanced quietly from a distance, and saw that the beautiful plates were filled with spoiled food: stinky salmon, charred cakes, maggot-infested mincemeat lamb tripe, cheese covered in green hair... the only "normal" food is a giant tombstone-shaped grey cake with tar-like icing spelled out:

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington

Died 31 October 1492

She suddenly remembered what Tom had said to her earlier. Empty white teeth are not intuitive enough, and now she has a deeper understanding of the undead party.

"I think they let the food rot to make the taste stronger." She guessed, and also wanted to take a closer look at the rotten lamb tripe. Although Tom had some food in his arms, the atmosphere at the scene really made him lose his appetite. It would be better to say that people with appetite in this environment are outliers.

The three of Harry quickly returned to Tom's side, and they seemed to have the "fresh" air from the long table.

Nick, who was almost headless, finished receiving the guests, and fluttered to Tom's side. It seemed that he was in a good mood, because there were enough guests here today.

"Have you had a good time?" Nick asked.

"Well, it's an eye-opener. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Tom used words to fool the past.

Nearly headless Nick said proudly: "Even the Weeping Widow of Kent came over..."

Tom interjected: "Since the scene is so grand, the group of headless hunters should also get the news, right?"

Nick's face changed suddenly. "Crap," he moaned in pain.

Suddenly, just like the study room after the head teacher appeared, everyone in the basement fell silent. As they looked around, a hunting horn sounded.

Twelve headless riders galloped out of the walls of the basement on ghost horses, an appearance that won applause from everyone present. The knights ran to the center of the dance floor and suddenly reined in their horses. At the front was a tall ghost, his bearded head tucked under his arm, struggling to blow a horn.

He should be the captain of the Headless Hunters, Sir Patrick Deborah. He jumped off his horse and was about to say something, but a clear bang stopped him.

He looked towards the source of the sound and saw Tom looking serious, holding a cracked glass bead in his hand.

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