Chapter 115： Death party

Chapter 115

Filch was more excited than he was, his pale face flushed. Harry lowered his head, waiting for his anger. Filch limped to the table, grabbed the envelope violently, and threw it into the drawer.

"Have you—did you peeked?" He said incoherently, anxiously.

"No!" Harry answered without hesitation.

Filch creaked two ugly hands, angrily as if he was about to break a person’s neck, "If I find you peeking at my private...no, it’s not mine, it’s me For a friend... whether it's mine or not... but..."

Harry carefully guarded that the angry Filch would suddenly pounce on him. He was ready to turn around and run away at any time. He had never seen Filch so angry. He was even worse than when Pepy Ghost threw a trash on his head. Angry, but terrible.

His eyes were about to burst, the flesh on his cheeks kept twitching, and the plaid scarf tied around his neck was about to be squeezed away by his swollen neck. Even if he was violently murdering, Harry didn't feel strange at all.

"Okay... let's go... don't divulge a word... I mean... since, if you didn't peek... you go, I'm going to write a report on Pippi.. .Let's go..."

Harry couldn't believe it. Filch's actions were even more incredible than rushing to kill him. But he reacted immediately, and ran out of the office like Fei, rushed through a corridor, and came upstairs before he took a breath.

He escaped from Filch's office without being punished, which was a record of the school.

It seemed that he had discovered Filch's big secret, but he had no idea of ​​threatening Filch at all. "He must wish to kill me, but he must also be unable to run me."

"Harry! How are you? Does this work?" Nick, who was almost headless, suddenly passed through a door. Harry saw a lot of black and gold fragments behind him, and he could see that it was a cabinet before, but it has fallen to pieces now.

"I persuaded Pippi to smash the cabinet on top of Filch's office. I think this will divert Filch's attention." Nick had seen Harry being captured by Filch before, worried about this little guy who cared about him. Being abused by Filch, he encouraged Pippi to create a chaos and relieve Harry.

"Ah, it turned out to be you." Harry was grateful, no wonder Pippi was making such a noise. It turned out that Nick was deliberately helping him. "It's so useful, I didn't receive any punishment. You know, from Fair It’s not easy for Qi to escape. Thank you so much, Nick."

Harry said as he walked, he planned to leave here as soon as possible. He also noticed that Nick, who was almost headless, was holding Mr. Patrick's letter refusing to join the Headless Hunter.

"What can I do for you about the Headless Hunters?" Harry asked carefully, receiving Nick's help, and he also hoped he could help a little bit.

Nick, who was almost headless, stopped immediately, "You can really do me a favor." It said excitedly, "Harry, is my request a bit too much?-forget-maybe you don't I will be willing."

"Talk about it." Harry asked calmly. Help must be within his means. If it is impossible or inconvenient, there must be no way.

"Well, this year's Halloween is my five hundred-year-old death." Nick, who was almost headless, groaned, and told Harry that he had been dead for five hundred years, and Nick, who was almost headless, held his chest. , Showing a proud look.

"Oh!" Harry responded carefully, without making any comments. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad about this matter.

"I will hold a party in a spacious basement, inviting friends from all over the country. If you can attend, I will be very honored. Of course, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, they will be the most popular Yes. But I guess you would prefer to attend the school dinner, don’t you?"

It looked at Harry anxiously and expectantly, that no one would go to a party willing to attend the dead, especially if it was the college's Halloween dinner that day.

"No, I would prefer to attend your party." Harry thought this was not too difficult, and the school Halloween dinner was nothing special. He was always worried that by then, the thousands of bats flying on the ceiling would pull down a lot of dirt.

"Oh, that's great, my dear boy. Harry Potter can come to my death party." Nick looked very happy, it has never had the opportunity to invite strangers to its death party.

"If you can, you can say one thing to Mr. Patrick at that time, just one sentence. Just say that you think I am very scary and impressive, can you?" It hesitated, thinking that he should not ask for more, but he still bears it. Can't help but look forward to.

"Of course." Harry didn't refuse. It was too simple. The dinner was all attended, not to mention the effort.

Nick, who was almost headless, smiled and followed Harry all the way back to Gryffindor. It wasn't until Harry couldn't help it not to keep following, and it watched Harry from a distance into the lounge.

"Nick's death party?" Hermione looked very interested. She had never imagined such a strange scene. "I bet that few strangers have the opportunity to attend such a party. It must be very strange."

At this point, Harry finally changed into a wet, muddy Quidditch jersey and put on a clean robe. Holding steaming coffee, I sat down in the common room. Next to him are his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

"Why would anyone celebrate the day of their death?" Ron looked a little unhappy, as he was doing homework for Potions class. Professor Snape would not tolerate any problems with the work of the three of them. Except for Hermione, it would be difficult for him and Harry to get reasonable grades in Snape's hands.

"For people, it's dead, for ghosts, maybe it's a new life." Hermione said disapprovingly, she was always curious about wonderful things. As for her homework for potions class, she had already finished it.

Even Snape couldn't give her homework a low grade, because that kind of targeting would be too obvious. Snape angered her because of his hatred of Harry, but he could not ask her to answer questions, and could not give her extra points when she answered correctly.

After all, he still wanted some face, of course, if it was against Harry, Snape could be completely shameless. He could give Harry an unreasonable grade for his carefully written homework for no reason. You can challenge Harry in class for no reason, and ask Harry some unlearned questions. You can satirize and humiliate Harry in class for no reason.

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