Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

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"Death party?!"

Hermione said in high spirits, her eyes gleaming.

"I bet few people have the opportunity to attend this kind of party while alive-it must be very amazing!"

By this time, they had finished their dinner and returned to the luxurious dormitory of Hufflepuff College.

"Gathering of ghosts, this is indeed very interesting."

Luna rarely stood on the same front with Hermione. She was lying on the bed softly, letting the head coach gently pat her arms and calves to perform a relaxing massage after Quidditch training.

"Compared to the Halloween party that can be seen every year, once I miss this invitation, I don't know how long to wait..."

"But, shall we not go to dinner?"

Hannah hesitated, "I mean, the food provided by the ghosts at the party is probably not suitable for living people..."

"We can eat a little bit first, or we can sneak into the auditorium to attend the banquet afterwards."

Elena quickly replied disapprovingly, while watching "Hogwarts, A History of School" at the desk, while thoughtfully sketching on the "Famous Medieval Wizard" on the side.

"Furthermore, the banquet was prepared by the Hogwarts kitchen. At present, Nick's request is to prepare some food with'strong taste' and'full of shocking pictures'. I will try to balance our stomachs and the spiritual experience of the ghosts-this Just like the decorative elements of Halloween, it can be biased towards the horror style, or it can be biased towards the joy of fairy tales."

"Why would anyone celebrate the day of their death?"

Danilova sat on the edge of the bed, turned her head to the side and slowly drained her wet hair with a towel, and asked in confusion.

"Anyway, I sound weirdly depressing..."

"Well, there are many explanations for this. I prefer the "birthday theory"-if you think of a wizard before and after his death as two periods of life, then when he turns into a ghost, not just Is it the beginning of a new life?"

This time it was Hermione who was answering. She recalled the introductions she had read, speaking uncertainly.

"That's what I said, but I also think..."

At this moment, the flame of the fireplace outside the bedroom suddenly turned green.

The next moment, a cute little fat chicken flew out of it.

Guhahahaha-

"Reserve grain?! Why are you...wait--"

Hannah looked in shock at the little fat chicken that fell on Elena's shoulder and rubbed the girl affectionately.

"It's just a Floo fan, what's weird about this."

Elena took the letter from the grain reserve and explained casually.

"I forgot to tell you before. The name of our room is now called ‘guhahahaha’."

In order to ensure smooth communication, she specifically asked Dumbledore to use the authority of the principal to name the bedroom. In addition to the cry of reserve food, the other layer of protection is the blockade of the local area network-the fireplace connected here is limited to this. Inside a castle.

As for the IQ of the food reserve, in Elena's view, it may be smarter than Dumbledore's big turkey.

Elena shook the letter paper and looked carefully at the "Queen" query that she marked as urgent.

really--

A trace of clarity flashed in the eyes of the young Dark Lord.

There was only a very simple, mindless reply on the letter.

"1350-1492: No such person found."

In the records of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, there is no wizard named "Nicholas de Mincy-Popington".

Just like Helena Ravenclaw who is now aliased as "Ms. Gray", "Sir Nicholas" is obviously also a non-existent pseudonym, or "personal posthumous name"-this is not in the magical world. Not uncommon.

But the problem is that Sir Nicholas happens to be recorded in many books.

There are historical documents available for inquiry, friends who can be used as proofs, and a complete life...Only in the reflection of the real world, there is no trace of survival, which makes Elena can not help but think of an interesting thing.

It has a long history, good reputation, ancient and pure-【Apocalis Family】.

"Kenaz—"

Elena flicked her fingers, and a ray of flame quickly engulfed the note in her hand.

"Who are you, and...what are you hiding? Dear Mr. Nicholas."

...

Halloween.

It was still pouring rain outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink.

The common room at Gryffindor College is bright and cheerful, with fire shining on countless soft armchairs. Little wizards sit in them reading, playing chess, and chatting. The professors are so compassionate that they don’t assign too many homework. The students were able to greet the waiting Halloween party with a happy and relaxed mood.

In addition to Miss Hermione Granger, she still has some extra homework to finish.

"This is totally incredible, they must have used magic to cheat..."

Hermione murmured unwillingly, she was finishing her final advanced math exercises.

"Why can Professor Lockhart memorize a whole dictionary in half a day? I'm not complaining... I just think, Elena, did you not tell me... This is too unreasonable, human Memory has its limits."

Ever since I went to the school with Elena on the weekend and saw the so-called "adult's world", Hermione's original impetuousness and pride have almost wiped out more than half overnight—perhaps in Hogwarts’ Among her peers, she is considered to be extremely good, but when she is in the Institute of "College City", she is just a little clever.

Not to mention those foreign scholars who are close to monsters, even her "classmates" are much better than her.

In addition to her, Professor Lockhart and Professor Quirrell also tutored Muggle knowledge there on weekends.

As a member of the "Magic-Science" cram school in the same period, the last person in each test will be punished-twice as much as the homework of the other students, and Hermione swept almost 90% of the punishment.

"Perhaps this is a talent, otherwise how would someone become a professor--"

Elena shrugged, frowning and looking at a document about the history of the Tudor Dynasty.

During this period, later British authors who studied the Tudor dynasty have not yet published their books. Even if the Gringotts Wizarding Bank used a money offensive, they could only find a bunch of headaches in history in a short time.

Just as the result of Gringotts’ feedback, if you look at "The Ghost of Hogwarts" and his own description by "Nick, who is almost headless," you can’t find any similar records during Henry VII— It may be normal in other countries and other wizards, but it would be strange if it were placed in the Tudor dynasty, which placed great importance on the title system.

What's even stranger is that in Hogwarts, the oral results of both the book collection and the ghosts are surprisingly consistent.

"Granger, do you remember how many versions there were when we checked the establishment time of Hogwarts?"

Elena tapped her finger on the cover of the book and asked softly thoughtfully.

"Roughly four or five versions, after all, that was many years ago... Record deviation is very common."

Hermione dealt with her homework without looking up, and said casually, a little annoyed.

"Why are you asking this? Say okay first, I have no time to help you sort out the history of magic recently-are the people living in the Mendeleev Institute and Landau Institute all monsters? This kind of difficulty Isn't your homework actually a beginner?"

"In a sense, you can understand it this way... but you are also very good."

Elena glanced at the pile of exercises that Hermione was about to finish, and played with her hair with some guilty conscience.

You know, she originally planned the intensity of her studies with the idea of ​​letting Hermione retreat.

Who knew that it inspired Hermione’s motivation. After realizing that there are more geniuses in this world, Hermione Granger completely corrected her mentality after being frustrated for less than half a day, with a shocking expression. Speed ​​began to adapt.

Fortunately, the pure "Calculator Ji" hasn't realized that he has been pitted for the time being.

At least at this stage, with the help of prophetic foresight to propose various ideas, Elena, who has been discussing scientific research with the top scholars in a manner, is quite bluff-although such time may not be much...

It's just that these things in the future do not need to be considered so much for the time being.

"Is there no wrong version and deviation... It's a pity--"

Elena paused for a moment on the material describing the "Tudor Dynasty" in her hand. If even Professor Bins, who has always been faithful to historical truths, participated in it, then according to the theory of coincidence, all the motives and answers are completely assembled. .

Not surprisingly, the five-hundred-year death tonight will be the last performance.

In this case……

Elena's eyes lingered in the Gryffindor lounge for a few seconds.

At this moment, most of the students, including Luna and Hannah, were curiously gathering around a large table by the fireplace.

In the center of the table lay a bright orange lizard-which was secretly "saved" by the Weasley twins from the magical animal class-they were preparing to feed it some magical fireworks to see what the effect would be.

"Ahem, hey, guys—"

Elena closed the book in her hand, jumped onto the table, and clapped her hands hard.

"Tonight in the basement there is a "rare-in-a-lifetime", "exciting", "Gryffindor exclusive" Halloween special party-"Nick Almost Headless" organized a five-hundred-year death banquet-Hogg Watts Kitchen opened a flame cooking special over there, and there was also a performance by the headless hunter team..."

She raised her eyebrows, and a faint light flashed on her delicate face, softly seduced.

"The only unfortunate thing is that the time conflicts slightly with the banquet in the school auditorium. I am afraid that you have to choose between admiring pumpkin lanterns, bat decorations, and skeleton dance troupe performances—"

"Nick's party?! Why didn't you say such an interesting thing earlier!"

"What are you waiting for, Halloween, ghost party-fools will miss it!"

Fred and George's eyes lit up and they said quickly.

Like the two of them, almost all the Gryffindor students were excited to agree.

Once in a lifetime, exclusive to Gryffindor, exciting...

These adjectives are simply a killer to the adventurous little lions!

"Elena, this is probably a bit..."

Percy Weasley frowned and said hesitantly.

Looking around the excited crowd around him, Percy was a little worried. When the Hogwarts banquet started, there would be no one at the Gryffindor College long table, and they would all go to Nick's death party.

If that happens, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, might they be crazy? !

"Don't worry, Percy—it would be unreasonable not to go!"

Elena shook her finger triumphantly, and said seriously.

"Gryffindor students, attending the death party of Gryffindor College's resident ghost on Halloween, where is the problem? In fact, in my opinion, we not only have to go, but we must go majestic and fair!"

"But I still think..."

Before Percy could finish speaking, suddenly, the unattended salamander on the table swooped into the air, spinning wildly in the room, crackling sparks, and accompanied by the explosion of ??? Suddenly interrupted Percy's thoughts.

"Fred! George! Are you going to light up the lounge!"

Percy waved his magic wand to extinguish the flying sparks and scolded his two younger brothers fiercely.

The salamander’s mouth emits orange stars, which is very beautiful and spectacular. In less than a few seconds, it fled into the fireplace with a burst of explosions, leaving only a chaotic Gryffindor common room.

"Uh—accident, accident—"

"Oh, by the way, I'll go and notify other students--"

George and Fred glanced at Percy, who looked bad, and quickly slid from the lounge to the boys' dormitory.

...

So, at seven o'clock.

Elena, Luna, Hannah, Danilova, and a group of Gryffindor students set off from the Gryffindor lounge, and went straight through a doorway—that doorway just opened. To the crowded central auditorium.

There are lights and colorful lights, candlelight shining, and the table is full of gold plates, which is very attractive.

However, the mighty crowd did not waver at all, and walked across the auditorium towards the underground classroom without squinting.

The aisle leading to the death party was also simply decorated. Nick originally planned to use some dark, thin candles-these candles have been piled in the warehouse for a long time, and no one has used them-but since With the full support of the Hogwarts "dean", naturally there is no need to be so tight in funding.

Half-person high candles with faint blue flames are suspended on both sides, and they light up in sequence with the footsteps of the students.

The temperature seems to be colder than before, but each student is holding a small pumpkin lantern from the Hogwarts kitchen. In the soft orange flame swaying, it will not really make people feel How cold is it.

At this moment, Hermione and the others heard a voice, as if a woman was singing a sad melody in the distance.

"This is Siren's singing. If you don't pay, it won't sound so good..."

Elena whispered, showing off triumphantly towards Hermione and the others.

Then they turned a corner and saw Nick, who was almost headless, standing in a doorway. He was draped with a black velvet curtain that didn't fit so well. He didn't look so noble, but rather funny.

"My dear friends," Nick said sadly, "Welcome, welcome... if you can come, I really am—"

Nick's voice, who was almost headless, stopped abruptly, as if it were a frog that was suddenly caught.

His eyes fell on the mighty Gryffindor army behind Elena, the feathered hat trembling, and Nick stared blankly at those familiar faces, which seemed to be different from what he had imagined before.

"This, this is..."

"Oh, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, didn't you say that I could invite some friends over?"

Elena smiled shyly and pointed proudly at the people behind her.

"Follow the mission, you see--except Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Black, Professor Lupin, almost all of us at Gryffindor College are here--I guess the professors should be late. will come."

"Uh, uh—" Nick, who was almost headless, opened his mouth and made a vague voice.

"What's wrong, Nick...Aren't you happy?" Elena asked naively.

"Welcome! Welcome... I am so glad you can come..."

He recovered, took off his hat with feathers, bowed and invited the students in.

Seeing the Gryffindor students entering, Nick, who was almost headless, couldn’t help but sighed slightly—Professor Bins was right to remind her that she should keep a little distance from Miss Caslana. Too unpredictable...

Fortunately, by the end of today's death party, everything should be finished.

At this moment, Nick suddenly heard a light sigh.

"It's a magnificent sight, I guess the performance will be quite exciting later..."

Elena stood by the door, watching the lively scene not far away, with a devilish cunning at the corner of her mouth.

"You say yes. In this way, you have successfully and completely killed the wizard named Thomas Cromwell. By the way, you have completely buried the past of the Tudor Dynasty in the dust of history. In, right? Dear Sir Nicholas...oh no, or I should say now, Dear—Earl Isaacs."

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