I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Lynn found Hermione at the door of the Gryffindor common room.

She was reprimanding Harry and Ron solemnly.

"It was you who promised Nick to attend his death anniversary dinner tonight. Now that you have made the promise, you can't go back on it. What should you do when you grow up without credit? Besides, I specially sent Lin En called over."

Ron quietly put his mouth next to Harry's ear: "I guess she doesn't want to miss this opportunity to get along with Lynn, and she doesn't really want to attend the Deathday Dinner."

Harry nodded approvingly.

Hermione looked at them suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"

"No, we didn't say anything," Harry and Ron hastily denied. "We were just thinking we did keep our word and go to Nick's Deathday Dinner."

Lynn reminded Harry and the others: "Ghost food is not suitable for living people. If you don't want to go back to sleep hungry at night, I suggest that we go there quickly, so we might be able to catch up with the end of the Halloween banquet. There might be a little pudding left."

The four of them walked through the corridor where the auditorium was located, and heard the high singing from inside. It is said that Dumbledore specially invited a skeleton band from outside to celebrate this year's Halloween.

"That's interesting to hear," Harry muttered.

"If you think about it this way, they can only see a few skeletons singing, but we can see hundreds of ghosts dancing." Lynn comforted.

The place where Nick held the death-day dinner was in a huge underground classroom. Before they entered this classroom, they heard the sound of a thousand fingernails scraping on a huge blackboard from a distance.

Ron said with a quivering mouth, "So this is their dance music?"

No one answered Ron's question, because they had already walked into this underground classroom.

It was crowded with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of them wandering about the crowded dance floor, waltzing to the terrible, quivering sound of thirty musical saws, playing the The band sat on a stage covered with a black cloth. A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue glow. The breaths of the three of Harry formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold room.

Only Lin En looked normal, as if he was not affected by the cold air here.

"You should come here in thicker robes, or you might catch a cold if you stay here for a long time tonight."

Harry let out a breath of cold air: "It's indeed bad news to catch a cold easily, but the good news is that more people have caught a cold in the castle recently, and Madam Pomfrey has prepared sufficient cold medicine."

Ron shook his head: "Let's forget it, that kind of medicine will make people's ears smoke after drinking, and I don't want to perform the stunt of setting my hair on fire (the hair color of the Weasley family is all dark red)."

Hermione stopped their conversation: "Stop talking, Nick is here."

Nearly Headless Nick, who was wearing a black velvet curtain, spotted them from a distance, and then floated leisurely over.

"Oh, you're very welcome." His voice sounded very sad, "I'm glad you brought your friends over Harry."

Nick invited them in and motioned them to do whatever they wanted, and he himself entertained other guests from afar.

"He doesn't look happy at all?"

"This is his death anniversary dinner and not a birthday dinner. The anniversary of turning from a living person to a dead person is certainly not a happy day."

"Be careful, it's not good to talk about others behind their backs."

When Harry and the three of them were talking quietly, they suddenly realized that Lynn had separated from them at some point.

They looked up and looked around, and saw him chatting happily with a ghost nun not far away.

".The church thought that my infidelity was an insult to God, so they put me on the cross and burned me to death. At that time, I was discouraged because my lover betrayed me, so I didn't resist, so Just let the fire engulf me, and when I open my eyes again, I will already be a ghost." The ghost nun was happily telling Lynn about her death experience.

Lin En seemed to admire her very much, nodded and said, "What an amazing way to die, are you one of the few witches who were burned to death in that period?"

"Of course, how could an adult wizard be afraid of Muggle flames? In history, less than ten witches were burned to death by Muggle flames, and I was one of them." The nun's expression seemed very proud, also I don't know what she is proud of.

Ron said incredulously, "Why would he be so interested in chatting with a ghost?"

Harry also shrugged: "I've always felt that ghosts think differently from normal people, and people who can share topics with ghosts must think differently from us."

They forgot that Hermione was still there listening to them.

"Don't speak ill of Lynn behind his back!" She stared at Harry and the two angrily, and then dragged them away from here, "Linn is doing business now, we'd better not disturb him."

"Where did she see that Lynn was doing something serious?" Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed.

"His smile is so malicious." Hermione said angrily, "When I was a child, he would show such a smile when he teased me."

Harry and Ron had complicated expressions on their faces. What was stuffed in their mouths so suddenly?

"Can you recall what it was like to be a ghost at that time?" Lynn asked with a friendly and friendly face, but a malicious smile in Hermione's eyes.

"Feeling?" The nun recalled, "I felt pain when I was burned to death, and it hurt to be betrayed by my lover. Anyway, it was painful from the inside to the outside. Then when I didn't feel the pain, I opened my eyes. I found myself turning into a ghost."

Lin En thought about her words and felt that her description was very abstract.

"Why are you so interested in ghosts as a living person?" The nun is not a fool after all, she heard Lin En's real purpose.

There was nothing embarrassing about Lynn being found out. He said honestly, "I just want to know that if people can become ghosts after death, where do the dead people who don't become ghosts go?"

The nun shook her head: "I can't tell why. If you really want to know more about ghosts, you can go and talk to the fat monk. Very interested. Sorry, I'm going to dance."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the dance floor.