Chapter 155： Nearly Headless Nick
While practicing with jade pieces, Sean also got some real leaves. After practicing with real leaves, though, he finally understood why Dumbledore suggested he use jade flakes first - Sean swallowed two leaves while eating and got stuck five times while sleeping...
And the jerky taste of the leaves alone made him feel a little uncomfortable, and the taste of mandrake leaves was a hundred times worse - and the smell of dragon dung... unimaginable...
Seeing that he no longer made a sound and his face had a distressed look, Hermione flipped a page of the book and said casually: "The difficulty of Animagus is beyond your imagination, why don't you wait for two years to try again? "
The girl has always wanted to persuade Sean to give up the practice of Animagus. In her opinion, although Sean is very good, he is only in the second grade after all-this kind of dangerous magic should be tried in the sixth or seventh grade. , what's more, Sean is still going for the illegal Animagus.
Sean smiled and didn't answer. He knew that Hermione was worried about himself, but he would not give up practicing Animagus. Until the prophecy comes true and the bloodline is awakened, he will not give up any way to improve himself.
When the two of them came out of the Room of Requirement, they happened to bump into Hagrid who was walking down the hallway.
"Sean, Hermione, good evening," Hagrid greeted with a pile of chicken feathers on his body, "what are you doing here?"
"Oh, lost, the stairs in the castle, you know." Hermione blinked.
"Makes sense," Hagrid nodded and looked at Sean, "Sean, thank you for that day."
Sean shook his head to indicate that he didn't need to be so polite: "I didn't help much, and Fangya is all right?"
"It's alright, your white fresh essence works great."
The three walked to the lower level of the castle together. During the conversation, Sean learned that Hagrid had little memory of what happened that day. He went to the Forbidden Forest to spray medicine to drive away the flame caterpillars, and after a dizziness, he didn't know anything.
Hagrid came to the castle to find Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't seem to be at the school, so Hagrid flinched.
When they reached the third floor, they had just walked down the stairs when the voice of a conversation came from the front.
"Eventually, Nick, you should understand." A voice came, and Sean heard the voice of Hufflepuff's ghostly fat monk.
"Bad things are coming together, aren't they? None of the Melancholy Sisters made it, and the Howling Widow said she couldn't make it--and then I just got rejected by the Headless Hunters, and it really sucks... "The voice that answered was full of regret.
Eavesdropping is obviously not a good behavior. Sean and the others deliberately amplified the footsteps. At the other end of the corridor, two milky figures looked over.
It was the fat friar and the nearly headless Nick.
"Good evening, both of you," Hagrid greeted loudly, apparently familiar with the two Hogwarts ghosts.
"Oh, Hagrid, it's nice to see you." Nearly headless Nick looked preoccupied.
Sean and Hermione also said hello, and Hagrid had already chatted with each other.
"Looks worried, Nick?"
"A trivial matter, a trivial matter," Nick, who was almost headless, waved his hand gracefully, his tone indifferent, but the whole person was dejected, "It's just that the application to join the team was rejected by the Headless Hunters for the 138th time... ...I don't really want to participate."
The Headless Hunters are a very popular group of ghosts. They only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are completely separated. Obviously, Nick, who is almost headless, is not eligible - you can see from the nickname.
On the side, the fat monk said cheerfully: "Nick, maybe you can consider forming a headhunter team?"
"Don't be a fool," Nick irritably flicked the large stack of clear letters in his other hand, "that way you won't be able to do overhead hockey and juggling stuff like that -- it's the Headless Hunters. Great reason to be popular!"
He grumbled for a while, then finally looked at Hagrid expectantly.
"Oh... Hagrid, I have a question... You're always going to school Halloween dinners, aren't you a little tired of it?"
"Stop hinting at me, Nick," Hagrid said directly, "but I'm sorry, I have something to do on Halloween."
Nick, who was almost headless, laughed dryly: "Yes, yes, you have to be responsible for the preparations in the school."
"Is something wrong?" Before Sean could stop Hermione, the girl asked curiously.
"Good question! Hermione!" Nick's eyes lit up. "On Halloween, I'm going to report a party. It's my 500th birthday. Can I invite you to come? Of course, Sean, you too. Also welcome, all your friends can come!"
"Oh, that sounds interesting." Hermione looked very interested.
Sean sighed, the death anniversary party is not a good place to go, isn't it good to go to a warm and lively Halloween party?
Nick and Hermione had a few conversations and happily settled on attending the death anniversary party.
When they parted, Hagrid said, "Oh, I can't speak in Nick's face, but, Hermione, I have to remind you—death parties are not a good place to be, I've been to one before, and it was terrible. already."
"Is it so bad? I just think the ghosts' party must be very interesting. Few people who are alive have attended it, it should be very wonderful..." Seeing Hagrid's expression, Hermione said a little nervously.
"Wonderful, but also bad," Hagrid concluded.
...
"Oh I was wondering if my promise was a little sloppy," Hermione muttered as she passed a giant pumpkin on Halloween.
"I wanted to stop you." Sean shrugged next to her.
They were walking through the brightly lit auditorium to the basement.
In the crowded auditorium, students chatted happily beside the Halloween decorations, and Dumbledore is said to have ordered a skeleton dance company to cheer them up.
"Seriously, it's me who agreed, Sean, you can stay here for the banquet," Hermione said.
"It's okay, I'm also curious, we can go over and say hello or something, so when we come back, there will be at least dessert in the auditorium." Sean said with a smile.
"You're so kind, Sean."
They crossed the auditorium and made their way to the venue of the party. Candles were also lit in the passage leading to the underground, but those candles were dark, and when they burned, they shone with a blue light, making everyone passing by gloomy.
And the jerky taste of the leaves alone made him feel a little uncomfortable, and the taste of mandrake leaves was a hundred times worse - and the smell of dragon dung... unimaginable...
Seeing that he no longer made a sound and his face had a distressed look, Hermione flipped a page of the book and said casually: "The difficulty of Animagus is beyond your imagination, why don't you wait for two years to try again? "
The girl has always wanted to persuade Sean to give up the practice of Animagus. In her opinion, although Sean is very good, he is only in the second grade after all-this kind of dangerous magic should be tried in the sixth or seventh grade. , what's more, Sean is still going for the illegal Animagus.
Sean smiled and didn't answer. He knew that Hermione was worried about himself, but he would not give up practicing Animagus. Until the prophecy comes true and the bloodline is awakened, he will not give up any way to improve himself.
When the two of them came out of the Room of Requirement, they happened to bump into Hagrid who was walking down the hallway.
"Sean, Hermione, good evening," Hagrid greeted with a pile of chicken feathers on his body, "what are you doing here?"
"Oh, lost, the stairs in the castle, you know." Hermione blinked.
"Makes sense," Hagrid nodded and looked at Sean, "Sean, thank you for that day."
Sean shook his head to indicate that he didn't need to be so polite: "I didn't help much, and Fangya is all right?"
"It's alright, your white fresh essence works great."
The three walked to the lower level of the castle together. During the conversation, Sean learned that Hagrid had little memory of what happened that day. He went to the Forbidden Forest to spray medicine to drive away the flame caterpillars, and after a dizziness, he didn't know anything.
Hagrid came to the castle to find Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't seem to be at the school, so Hagrid flinched.
When they reached the third floor, they had just walked down the stairs when the voice of a conversation came from the front.
"Eventually, Nick, you should understand." A voice came, and Sean heard the voice of Hufflepuff's ghostly fat monk.
"Bad things are coming together, aren't they? None of the Melancholy Sisters made it, and the Howling Widow said she couldn't make it--and then I just got rejected by the Headless Hunters, and it really sucks... "The voice that answered was full of regret.
Eavesdropping is obviously not a good behavior. Sean and the others deliberately amplified the footsteps. At the other end of the corridor, two milky figures looked over.
It was the fat friar and the nearly headless Nick.
"Good evening, both of you," Hagrid greeted loudly, apparently familiar with the two Hogwarts ghosts.
"Oh, Hagrid, it's nice to see you." Nearly headless Nick looked preoccupied.
Sean and Hermione also said hello, and Hagrid had already chatted with each other.
"Looks worried, Nick?"
"A trivial matter, a trivial matter," Nick, who was almost headless, waved his hand gracefully, his tone indifferent, but the whole person was dejected, "It's just that the application to join the team was rejected by the Headless Hunters for the 138th time... ...I don't really want to participate."
The Headless Hunters are a very popular group of ghosts. They only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are completely separated. Obviously, Nick, who is almost headless, is not eligible - you can see from the nickname.
On the side, the fat monk said cheerfully: "Nick, maybe you can consider forming a headhunter team?"
"Don't be a fool," Nick irritably flicked the large stack of clear letters in his other hand, "that way you won't be able to do overhead hockey and juggling stuff like that -- it's the Headless Hunters. Great reason to be popular!"
He grumbled for a while, then finally looked at Hagrid expectantly.
"Oh... Hagrid, I have a question... You're always going to school Halloween dinners, aren't you a little tired of it?"
"Stop hinting at me, Nick," Hagrid said directly, "but I'm sorry, I have something to do on Halloween."
Nick, who was almost headless, laughed dryly: "Yes, yes, you have to be responsible for the preparations in the school."
"Is something wrong?" Before Sean could stop Hermione, the girl asked curiously.
"Good question! Hermione!" Nick's eyes lit up. "On Halloween, I'm going to report a party. It's my 500th birthday. Can I invite you to come? Of course, Sean, you too. Also welcome, all your friends can come!"
"Oh, that sounds interesting." Hermione looked very interested.
Sean sighed, the death anniversary party is not a good place to go, isn't it good to go to a warm and lively Halloween party?
Nick and Hermione had a few conversations and happily settled on attending the death anniversary party.
When they parted, Hagrid said, "Oh, I can't speak in Nick's face, but, Hermione, I have to remind you—death parties are not a good place to be, I've been to one before, and it was terrible. already."
"Is it so bad? I just think the ghosts' party must be very interesting. Few people who are alive have attended it, it should be very wonderful..." Seeing Hagrid's expression, Hermione said a little nervously.
"Wonderful, but also bad," Hagrid concluded.
...
"Oh I was wondering if my promise was a little sloppy," Hermione muttered as she passed a giant pumpkin on Halloween.
"I wanted to stop you." Sean shrugged next to her.
They were walking through the brightly lit auditorium to the basement.
In the crowded auditorium, students chatted happily beside the Halloween decorations, and Dumbledore is said to have ordered a skeleton dance company to cheer them up.
"Seriously, it's me who agreed, Sean, you can stay here for the banquet," Hermione said.
"It's okay, I'm also curious, we can go over and say hello or something, so when we come back, there will be at least dessert in the auditorium." Sean said with a smile.
"You're so kind, Sean."
They crossed the auditorium and made their way to the venue of the party. Candles were also lit in the passage leading to the underground, but those candles were dark, and when they burned, they shone with a blue light, making everyone passing by gloomy.
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