Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 334 Deathday Dinner
In the dark basement, Draco's words did not attract Harry's attention at all.

Because it's too cold.

In the hallway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party, the temperature continued to drop with almost every step Harry and the others took.

And that’s not all. Almost Headless Nick seemed to have forgotten that there were still living people attending the party. The candles lit in the aisle were actually small, black, thin candles that flashed a blue light when burning.

This little light is of almost no use in illuminating the darkness.

Moreover, their light shining on the faces of Harry and the other three seemed particularly eerie.

Even Ron, who was a brave man, couldn't help but tremble when he looked at Harry and the others' faces.

"Great, I almost forgot I'm a wizard." Ron looked at Harry gratefully. A sun flew out from the tip of Harry's wand, illuminating the surrounding darkness and dispelling the cold.

"Come on, Ron."

"Although you are a Ravenclaw, you don't learn any spells other than those taught in class, except for some evil curses."

"For a spell like this to dispel the cold, you probably only rely on blazing flames." Draco couldn't help but complain to Ron.

"Then can you?" Ron was dissatisfied.

"I really can. My parents once considered letting me go to Durmstrang."

"It's very cold there, and I learned the relevant spell - the cold-repelling spell."

"Let me teach you. Raise the hand holding the wand halfway above your head. Keep your elbow still. Turn your wrist twice. Then say 'remove cold and increase warmth' and touch yourself with the tip of the wand." Draco raised his pointed chin with confidence.

"I don't want to learn your bullshit Cold-Repelling Charm. Harry's is much cooler."

"There's a sun floating above my head, how cool!" Ron pointed at Harry, who looked like Apollo under the magic sun.

“It’s cool, then what?”

"Can you learn it?"

"My cold-repelling charm is much simpler."

"Its status in Durmstrang is like Lumos." However, Draco had to admit that Harry's spell was obviously much more handsome.

"Ron, Draco, neither of you recognized him?"

"This is an alternative use of my dark spell."

"As you all know, the spell I created was inspired by the story of the wolf Skll devouring the sun."

"I'm just letting the 'sun' come out of the wolf's belly." Harry explained.

He found it outrageous that Ron and Draco hadn't thought of this.

"This is all your fault, Harry."

"You gave this spell the unremarkable name of Darkness."

"If you had called it the Sun-Swallowing Curse, I would have thought of it." Ron chose to put the blame on others.

"We've been standing here for a while, we need to move forward!" Draco chose to divert attention.

However, Draco regretted it very much. He was walking in front when a sound that made his teeth ache filled his ears.

It was like a thousand fingernails scratching on a huge blackboard. "Is this music!?" Ron covered his ears, followed by Harry.

"It seems that after spending a long time without contact with the material world, the ghosts choose to use these sounds that are unbearable for the living to find the feelings of the living." Harry's face was distorted, but he still couldn't help but say.

"My dear friends," he said with infinite sorrow, "welcome, welcome... I am so glad that you can come..."

"But why did you come so late? I have told many ghosts that Harry Potter will attend my Deathday dinner." After pretending, the Nearly Headless Nick regained his liveliness.

He stood in a doorway draped with a black velvet curtain, and taking off his feathered hat, he bowed and invited them in.

Harry had never imagined that there would be so many ghosts.

Especially since they all looked at him at the same time.

"That's Harry Potter."

"A magical wizard that Peeves dared not approach."

"The Potter family is really all cut from the same cloth. Such a familiar face."

However, when Harry was stared at and discussed by the ghosts, he understood the next second why he was attracting so much attention.

In the center of the underground classroom, there was a huge cake floating. It was in the shape of a huge tombstone and was rotating slowly.

Although it was transparent, one could still see the following words spelled out in tar-like icing:
Sir Nicholas Deminsey Porpington
Died on October 1492, 10

The other side is the main reason why Harry is so popular now, and there are also words on it:

Welcome to Harry Potter, Peeves's Nemesis, and his living friends
The basement classroom was filled with hundreds of milky white, translucent figures, who must have been looking at it hungrily before.

"Well, now it's my turn to speak. The number of people is satisfactory. The crying widow came all the way from Kent... But I know very well that your participation in my death anniversary is also related to ghost food. I'm sure you have noticed that some of us have some color of living people. In fact, there are more obvious ones, but she offended my friend - Harry Potter."

".Perhaps you will wonder why I put Harry Potter's name on my death anniversary cake. It's not just because his existence drove away a guy who had an invitation to this dinner but whom we don't welcome, but also because it was because of him that the Ravenclaw's diadem came into the world, and Dumbledore reproduced this wonderful magic through the great Ravenclaw's ghostly diadem, and we were able to have dinner tonight," said Nearly Headless Nick after floating up.

Finally, he waved his hand, and the band on the stage covered with black cloth began to waltz with the terrible, trembling sound of thirty musical saws.

"Why haven't they started eating yet?" Ron, the eater, asked curiously.

Meanwhile, Ron was looking around the room, hoping to see some opaque food.

"The Headless Hunters haven't arrived yet? I think Nick must be waiting for them." Harry shrugged.

"But why?"

"I see the other ghosts aren't paying attention to dancing at all, they're all drooling over the cake!" Draco asked curiously.

What he couldn't understand most was why the other ghosts were so cooperative.

"You do not know?"

"By the way, this is what happened at your Slytherin table. Nick wanted to join the Headless Hunter team, but because his head wasn't completely chopped off, he was rejected."

"Nick must be trying to humiliate them this time with this ghost food."

"You know, because the head is broken, food will leak out when you eat." Harry was confused at first, but then he suddenly realized.

"I understand. The reason why these ghosts are willing to cooperate is probably related to ghost food." Draco nodded.

(End of this chapter)