The Gryffindors celebrated unabashedly.

The Slytherins rioted and took crazy revenge on the little lions and eagles.

Snape was very resentful. He thought of ways and made up all kinds of excuses to deduct points from various colleges, and Gryffindor was the one that was targeted the most.

As a result, Ron received the most vicious scolding he had ever received from Snape.

He has been studying very hard during this period.

I asked Harry and Hermione for a lot of advice on how to make potions.

In this class, he couldn't wait to use several of them, hoping to get scolded less.

result……

"Has our Mr. Weasley finally started moving in the direction of the troll?"

"It's a poor imitation. Luckily you succeeded this time, but next time I think I'll see you at St. Mungo's. If you're missing a textbook, go find one in the closet!"

"Instead of using these things you can't use yet!"

"Five points from Gryffindor!"

Ron wanted to pull out his wand right then and there and have a life-and-death duel with Snape.

"This is not fair!" Ron kept complaining on the way home after class, "Why can Hermione get extra points, but I also used it but was deducted points?"

"You want fairness from Professor Snape?" Harry asked back.

Ron was startled.

His mood suddenly brightened. Thinking about how Harry performed so well but was still deducted points, and the points deducted were more than his, he immediately felt a lot more balanced.

Pass by scoring gems.

Gryffindor's scores, which had been far ahead at the beginning of the term, have now fallen to the same level as the other three houses.

Snape was too cruel.

The heads of the other three colleges felt aggrieved, but they could not, like Snape, favor their own college and deliberately find fault to deduct points from other colleges. They could only hint to the young wizards in their own college to learn more from the Weasley brothers.

Professor Lockhart will use it if he can.

It is impossible that by the end of the semester, the scores of several colleges will not exceed 100 points.

Harry has been very busy lately.

Professor's detention, Quidditch training, getting a sign for the restricted section from Lockhart, flipping through books, and figuring out how to brew witcher potions in this world.

Until Halloween Eve.

Nearly Headless Nick floated to the common room.

"Mr. Potter." He slowly poked his head out from under the table, his eyes sincere, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Ron and Hermione shuddered.

It appeared too suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

Nearly Headless Nick said shyly, "Actually, this year's Halloween is the anniversary of my 500th death, and I would like to invite you to attend."

"It will be in one of the more spacious underground classrooms in the castle. My friends will come."

"Of course, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley are also welcome."

Harry deadpanned, "A birthday party of that nature?"

Hermione and Ron opened their mouths slightly, somewhat surprised.

That's exactly what they thought in their hearts.

But... wouldn't it be a bad idea to say it so bluntly?

No matter how you look at it, the anniversary of death cannot be linked to the birthday, and it is not a happy thing.

Nick had no taboos. He was a ghost who could write at length about his own death. He nodded, and the head that was almost gone was thrown off: "Yes, it will be a grand party. I will invite a band that is very famous among us ghosts."

"Although I think you might prefer to attend a dinner party with living people, I still hope..."

Harry interrupted him and refused mercilessly: "Yes, I think I would prefer to attend a dinner party for the living."

"Well, since you don't want to, Mr. Potter." Nick, who was almost headless, looked at Hermione and Ron beside him, "What about Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"

Hermione was looking forward to it, but hesitated and shook her head: "I'm sorry, I don't have time to go either."

Ron was the most anticipated.

Deathday party, dancing with ghosts, that sounds cool!

But both of his friends refused, and he couldn't agree alone, so he could only shake his head with difficulty.

Nearly Headless Nick sighed, floated away, and continued to invite other little wizards.

"Harry, why don't you go?" Ron couldn't wait to stick his head over when it flew away. "That's the Deathday party!"

"Have you been to one before?" Harry asked.

Ron was stunned: "No, I didn't."

"But it does sound interesting." Hermione also spoke up to express her opinion.

"There should be a boundary between the dead and the living." Harry shook his head. "The ghosts' banquet may not even have food for the living."

Almost Headless Nick was still enthusiastically inviting other little wizards.

Neville didn't dare to refuse.

Ron's little sister Ginny was also forced to accept the invitation.

Apart from these two easy-to-bully guys, Nick was unable to invite anyone else.

Halloween night.

Hogwarts is always enthusiastic about festivals, with pumpkin lanterns and ghost candles hung up to suit the occasion, and pumpkin-related dishes spread all over the tables.

While Ron was fighting Pumpkin Pie.

Ginny came back in a daze.

"How was the Deathday party?" asked Ron.

Ginny sat down numbly.

Ron raised his hand and poked her gently, "Ginny? I was asking you how your Deathday party went?"

Ginny shuddered and shook her head, "That's terrible!"

She was pale and her voice was weak: "They were all ghosts, and there was no food for living people to eat. They prepared rotten things for us. I couldn't stand it, so I escaped with an excuse."

Harry is right!

Refusal is a wise choice.

Ron looked at the chicken drumstick in his hand with satisfaction.

The Deathday party seemed to have a great impact on Ginny. She had no appetite and only drank half a cup of pumpkin porridge.

The dinner was gradually coming to an end.

Suddenly there was a sharp cry - it was Neville's!

In the teacher's seat, Professor McGonagall stood up immediately. Harry also put half a pumpkin pie in his pocket and trotted towards the place where the scream came from with the other little wizards.

Very close to the auditorium.

Just below the grand staircase, next to Filch's office, on the wall between the two windows, only a foot from the ground, was painted in bright red -

"The Chamber of Secrets Has Been Opened"

"Those who are enemies of the successor, beware"

Under the text, there is a small water stain.

Filch's beloved cat, a Maine Coon named Mrs. Norris, was petrified, with its tail hanging on the torch stand, facing the water stain. But it was not dead and there was still a faint breath of life left.

Harry's face turned serious and his brows furrowed.

Secret room?

Is it Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?

But the painting is in my hands...

Did someone notice the message in the painting before me?

Of course, that was what gave Harry the most headache.

It was such a close distance, but I didn't sense anything, no breath, no magic power, and there was nothing unusual just now.

The site is also very clean.

No footprints, no breath, no trace of anything.

He remembered the smell of paint, moved his nose slightly, and sniffed.

Neville didn't have it.

There was no smell on the young couple who ran in just now, only the smell of heather.

Neither did Ron's sister Ginny.