Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 335 Disappointed Harry

The time was 6:30, and the dungeons of Hogwarts were filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of whom were wandering around the overcrowded dance floor.

A small number of ghosts chose to surround the cake, and occasionally stretched out their noses to sniff.

And the same thing happened to Ron, who was trying to smell the food.

"Why is there nothing to eat?" Ron touched his rumbling stomach in dissatisfaction.

"You still don't understand?"

"From the pattern of candles on the road, the style of music, and the fact that Nick didn't even remind us to wear more clothes, it can be seen that he didn't think about preparing anything for the living people who come to this party." Draco showed a sarcastic look on his face and pointed his right hand at the chandelier above their heads, which used the same small black candles in the aisle before.

However, there are more than a thousand of them.

The blue light released was not invisible to Harry and the others.

And the sun, which Harry used for warmth and light, had long since disappeared.

Harry did this to save Nick's face.

"Nearly Headless Nick is indeed a Gryffindor, so careless!"

"Harry, in my opinion you shouldn't have canceled the magic sun just now. Let him realize his mistake himself!" Draco said, with clouds of mist coming out as his mouth opened and closed.

Apparently, in the basement, where there were so many ghosts, it was colder than in the corridor just now.

"Forget it, Nick didn't mean it, and we were a little late, so we kept them all waiting."

"And our names are on Nick's cake." Harry also replied with mist in his mouth.

Draco and Ron on the side showed dissatisfied expressions.

But none of them said anything else, as Harry's opinion was the most important to them.

Being cold and hungry is nothing, and attending a ghost's dinner is a rare opportunity.

The reason they exploded was actually because they were worried that Harry was being wronged.

So they began to walk slowly around the edge of the dance floor so as not to accidentally walk through the ghost's body. This would also help them move their bodies and not get too cold.

Harry and his friends passed a group of unhappy nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat monk. A Hufflepuff ghost, cheerful and cheerful, was chatting with a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead.

Harry also saw the Bloody Baron, which was what he expected.

The Bloody Baron is the ghost of Slytherin. He is skinny, has staring eyes, and his body is covered with silver blood. The other ghosts are making room for him.

But for some reason, Harry never saw any trace of Helena.

Didn't Nick say she would come?
"Nick, isn't Ms. Grey here?" Harry walked towards Nick, who was still floating high in the air, and looked at the walls around him.

Nick was mumbling something with excitement on his face. When Harry approached, he could hear words like "Who told you to reject me? Let me show you how you eat it."

And Harry's approach obviously startled Nick, and his head almost fell off his neck.

"Oh, it's you, Harry. Is it fun?" Before Harry could answer, he laughed exaggeratedly, "It's very interesting. Other ghosts don't have so many ghosts participating in the death anniversary."

"By the way, you were asking about Ms. Grey just now! Harry, Harry, I always forget that you are Ravenclaw. Ms. Grey she - you know, there is the Bloody Baron, you understand?" Nick said intermittently.

Harry sighed in disappointment.

Is this what it means to be destined to be together?
Maybe he should just spend more time with Ginny.

He shouldn't have learned from Ryan.

Ron, who was standing behind Harry, obviously had no idea what Harry was thinking.

Otherwise, he would have surely drawn his wand and pointed it at Harry, casting the most vicious curse he thought. Ron just thought that Harry found the banquet as boring as he did.

"Harry, let's leave after the Headless Hunt arrives." Ron quickly struck while the iron was hot.

"Yeah, after the Headless Hunters make a fool of themselves, Nick will probably be so happy that he won't even notice that we're gone."

"Just like he doesn't pay attention to the needs of us living guests." Draco followed up.

"Okay." Harry nodded reluctantly.

Ron's advice was good, and Draco's words were harsh but true.

What's more, the purpose of his visit, Helena, was not here.

After a few minutes, Harry and the others were so cold that they couldn't help but cast the Anti-Frost Charm they had just learned from Draco on themselves.

Just when Ron couldn't help but suggest leaving early again.

A clear and long horse neighing sound suddenly sounded, and twelve ghost horses suddenly rushed out from the wall of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on it.

"Good, quiet! Our friends are here, my late lords, ladies and gentlemen, let's eat!" Nick said happily in a voice that was almost a roar.

Thunderous applause immediately broke out all around!
The twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, stopped suddenly, first stood up on their hind legs, and then kicked up their hind hooves to charge forward.

On the foremost horse was a large ghost, with his bearded head tucked under his arm, blowing a horn. He jumped off his horse and held his head high in the air so that he could look down at the group.

He had a look of surprise on his face, as if he had never encountered a situation where other ghosts did not applaud him.

His unique skill has attracted the attention of countless ghosts.

But now, the arrival of him and his teammates is like air.

But the next second, he understood.

The transparent dining table next to the dance floor, which was suspended in mid-air, was now filled with ghosts.

Even the area around the Bloody Barrow was crowded with ghosts.

They were so focused on enjoying the food that they didn't even look at the hunters.

"Nick, this is Dumbledore's masterpiece!"

"I never thought I'd get to see this day." He strode towards the nearly headless Nick, shoving his head carelessly onto his neck.

There is no doubt that he should be Sir Patrick Dilani Podmore of the Headless Hunter.

He was also a nobleman during his lifetime and was a thorn in Nick's side.

"Ah, Patrick, aren't you going to eat? What's wrong? Are you not used to such a quiet environment?" Nick said sarcastically in a stiff tone.

He thought Patrick would mock him for not being able to join the Headless Hunter Team.

Or prepare to perform at center stage, attracting guests whose attention is completely taken up by the food.

"Dumbledore is indeed remarkable." Patrick emphasized Dumbledore's name.

"Okay, now that the host has spoken, guys, let's eat!" At his command, they dismounted and floated towards the dining table.

Nick on the side was shaking with anger. What was more terrifying than the ridicule was the indifference.

He would rather Patrick mocked him at this moment than look calm and composed.

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