Lynn found Hermione in front of the Gryffindor lounge.

She was scolding Harry and Ron seriously.

"You promised Nick to attend his death dinner tonight. Since you have made a promise, you can't regret it. You have lost your credit since you were young, what should you do when you grow up? Besides, I even called Lynn over for this."

Ron quietly put his mouth to Harry's ear: "I guess she doesn't want to miss this opportunity to get along with Lynn, and she doesn't want to attend any death dinner."

Harry nodded deeply.

Hermione looked at them suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"

"No, we didn't say anything." Harry and Ron hurriedly denied, "we were just thinking that we really had to keep our promises and go to Nick's death dinner."

Lynn reminded Harry and the others: "Ghost food is not suitable for living people. If you don't want to go back to bed hungry at night, I suggest we go there quickly, so that we may be able to catch up with the tail of the Halloween banquet, and maybe a little pudding can be left on the table."

The four of them walked through the corridor where the auditorium was located and heard the high singing voices from inside. It is said that Dumbledore specially invited a skeleton band from outside to celebrate this year's Halloween.

"It sounds interesting," Harry muttered.

"If you think so, they can only see a few skeletons singing, but we can see hundreds of ghosts dancing." Lynn comforted.

The place where Nick held the death banquet was in a huge underground classroom. Before they could enter the classroom, they heard the sound of a thousand nails scraping around a huge blackboard from a distance.

Ron said with a trembling mouth: "So is this their dance music?"

No one answered Ron's question because they had walked into this underground classroom.

There were hundreds of milky white, translucent figures, mostly swam around the crowded dance floor, dancing waltzing with the terrifying and trembling sounds of thirty music saws, and the band playing music saws sat on the stage covered with black cloth. A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier above his head, emitting midnight blue light. The breathing of Harry and the other three formed a cloud of mist in front of him, as if they had walked into the refrigerator.

Only Lin Neng's expression was as if he was not affected by the cold air here.

"You should wear thicker robes, otherwise you might catch a cold if you stay here for a long time tonight."

Harry exhaled: "It is indeed bad news to catch a cold, but the good news is that there are many people in the castle recently, and Mrs. Pomfrey has prepared sufficient cold medicine."

Ron shook his head: "Forget it, after drinking that medicine, it will make people's ears smoke. I don't want to perform the trick of catching hair (Weasley's hair color is all dark red)."

Hermione stopped their conversation: "Don't talk about this, Nick is here."

Nick, who almost lost his head, found them from a distance with a black velvet curtain on his body, and then floated over slowly.

"Oh, you're welcome." His voice sounded very sad. "I'm glad you've brought your friends to Harry."

Nick invited them in and signaled them to be at will, and he himself would entertain other guests from afar.

"He doesn't look happy at all?"

"This is his death dinner, not a birthday dinner. Of course, the anniversary of changing from a living person to a dead person is not a happy day."

"You should pay attention, it's not good to talk about others behind your back."

While Harry and the other three were talking quietly, they suddenly realized that Lynn had separated from them at some point.

They looked up and saw him chatting happily with a ghost nun not far away.

"...The church believes that my behavior is insecure and insults God, so they put me on the cross and burned me to death with fire. At that time, I was discouraged because my lover betrayed me, so I did not resist, so I let the fire engulf myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had become a ghost." The ghost nun was excited to tell Lynn about her death experience.

Lynn seemed to be very amazed at her affairs and nodded, "What an amazing way to die. Are you one of the few witches who were burned to death during that period?"

"Of course, how could an adult wizard be afraid of the flames of Muggles? In history, less than ten witches were burned to death by the stolen muggles, and I am one of them." The nun's expression seemed to be very proud, and he didn't know what she was proud of.

Ron said in disbelief: "Why did he chat with a ghost with relish?"

Harry shrugged, "I always feel that ghosts think differently than normal people, and people who have a common topic with ghosts must think differently from us."

They forgot that Hermione was still listening to them.

"Don't say bad things about Lynn behind his back!" She stared at Harry and the others angrily, and then pulled them away. "Lynn is doing serious business now, so we'd better not disturb him."

"Did she see from where Lynn is doing serious business?" Harry and Ron stared at small eyes.

"His smile is so malicious." Hermione said angrily, "When he teased me, he would smile like this."

Harry and Ron's faces were complicated. What was stuffed when he was caught off guard?

......

"Can you recall what it felt like to be a ghost at that time?" Lynn asked with a self-feeling and friendly face, but with a malicious smile in Hermione's eyes.

"Feeling?" the nun recalled, "I felt very painful when I was burned to death, and my heart was also painful when I was betrayed by my lover. Anyway, it was very painful from the inside out. Then when I felt it was not painful, I opened my eyes and found myself becoming a ghost."

Lynn thought about her words and felt that her description was very abstract.

"Why are you, a living person, so interested in ghosts?" The nun was not a fool, she heard Lynn's real purpose.

It wasn't embarrassing to be discovered. I told the truth: "I just wanted to know if a person could become a ghost when he died, where would those dead people who had not become ghosts go?"

The nun shook his head: "I can't tell why this is, if you really want to know more about the ghost, you can talk to the fat monk. He has always been interested in these things both before and after his death. Sorry, I'm going to dance."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the dance floor.
Chapter completed!