HP Rebirth Memory Obliteration

Following Weasley down the aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party, there were candles in the aisle, but these were less pleasant.

Long thin black candles, bright blue in flame, cast dim ghostly shadows on the faces of several people.

With each step they took down, the temperature dropped a little.Harry was trembling, wrapping his robes tightly around his body, and Draco felt Harry's trembling, and put his arms around Harry.

At this time, they heard a sound like a thousand nails scratching a huge blackboard.

"Is there such a weird music?" Harry hesitated for a moment before frowning hoarsely.They turned a corner and saw Nick, headless, standing by a door with a black and purple curtain.

"My dear friend Weasley," he said sadly, "welcome, welcome... glad you're here..."

He took off his feather hat, bowed to Weasley, and let him in.

Draco curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Nick almost headless invited him, I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck." Harry covered his mouth and giggled, but was scared when he entered jumped.

The scene inside is unbelievable.A hundred pale, translucent figures in the house were floating on the dance floor, waltzing to a hideously creepy music.On the platform under the black screen, a symphony orchestra is vigorously pulling thirty chainsaws.A chandelier overhead glows blue.Their breath turned into mist, like walking into a refrigerator.

"Let's take a walk around?" Harry suggested. He wanted to move his numb feet, but he didn't dare to stomp hard at this time.

Draco gave a soft "Yes", grabbed Harry's cold hands and rubbed them together, and walked along the edge of the stage.You ask him why he doesn't cast a warming spell?Why not eat tofu?

They saw a group of bleak-looking nuns; a man in shackles in handcuffs; and fat Farrell, a merry ghost of Hufflepuff, who was walking with a knight with an arrow in his brow. say.

Harry was not surprised to see the Bloody Baron - their Slytherin ghost.

"Would you like to say hello?" Harry asked, seeing Barrow sitting lonely on the bar drinking.

"Don't be careless, we wear invisibility cloaks."

Harry pursed his lips and nodded, turned his eyes and continued to glance, he found that Weasley, whom he hadn't seen just now, was retching at a table, and a ghost seemed to be saying something to him.

It was a long table covered with a purple-black tablecloth, at the other end of the room.They walked past the ghost carefully, and couldn't help turning pale when they saw it, and Harry threw himself into Draco's arms for comfort.

A plate of rotten animal livers, a large rotten fish on a silver platter, a tray of cakes burnt like coals, a large green-haired cheese crawling with moths and a huge Tombstone-shaped gray cake with tar written on it: Mr. Nicholas Demis Popington Died October 1492, 10.There are many more, filling this long table.

Harry, who had been soothed by Draco for a moment, looked up again and watched in amazement as a sturdy ghost approached the table, bent down, and passed through the food, his mouth wide open through a stinking salmon.

"Can they taste anything as they pass through the food?" Harry asked.

"Maybe, I don't know." Draco rolled his eyes, he wasn't a ghost.

Harry covered his nose, his expression of disgust became more and more obvious: "Let's go! It's too uncomfortable, it's freezing to death." Draco didn't want to stay here either, but if he went out so early, would he be with that basilisk? When we met, Draco frowned and walked out with his arms around Harry. He didn't tell Harry the purpose of coming here, and he didn't know whether Harry would like to hang out in the corridor.

When the two went out, Weasley and Nearly Headless Nick were watching other ghosts play hockey hockey.

When Lucius received the letter, Harry and Harry were at the Deathday party.Lucius couldn't help laughing, Draco forgot, it doesn't mean he will forget, about Kritz, it should be because of the family contract that he couldn't let him talk, and it took a long time before he heard him mention "Saint According to his meaning, there are several "sacred objects", one of which is the notebook, but apart from these, there is no progress. He really wants to find someone to discuss with him.

"What is your mission here? What does it have to do with the diary?" Putting down the letter, Lucius went to the dungeon for daily inquiries.

The dungeon has always been gloomy, the gate made of fine steel, the inside is a square blood-stained stone wall, and there are still a few bunches of torches burning, and the black copper basin holding the torches is full of rust.In the corner, the water seeping in somehow was flowing "tick-tock-tick". Because of the humidity, moss could be seen faintly in several places.There is a damp and rusty smell here that makes people smell uncomfortable, and it gets more and more precipitated with age, just like red wine.

The firelight hit Lucius on the face sitting on a high-backed soft chair. He was playing with the snake stick in his hand, and the question was serious but casual.

Keriz opened his eyes wide, only pursed his mouth and shook his head, "Master said you can't say it! Ah...ah!" He hugged his head suddenly and began to roll on the ground.Days of torture to extract confessions made his already dirty clothes even more tattered, and he even suffered a lot of injuries on his body. "I'm only here for the great Harry Potter!"

Lucius secretly had a headache. He had put a lot of thought into this house-elf, but he couldn't ask anything. He kept asking questions every day, and he couldn't help feeling that it would be a waste of time if he didn't find a way.

"You said you sneaked into Malfoy Manor because you were worried about Harry..." At this point, Lucius paused.You must know that if there is no contract, it is impossible for house elves from other families to appear in your own manor, and make a contract with your own family... It seems that it said this when it first met Harry, but it was ignored up.

Lucius narrowed his eyes, he didn't expect it at the beginning, he always thought that there was a loophole in the defensive magic circle of his manor.He rubbed his chin, his gray eyes looked at Kritz who was dropped in mid-air by the transparent rope, and with a casual touch of the snake stick, Kritz fell heavily to the ground.

Chris felt a chill run down his back.

"Why help Harry? A house-elf contract can make you betray the family, too?"

"Because...because...because Mr. Potter saved my child from my wife..." It is said that house elves usually wake up at the same time as the family when the family formation is first set up, and the birth of offspring is also Not impossible, just very difficult for house-elves to have children.

Lucius was not surprised, but was just thinking about whether the lady was the one he thought of, and it seemed that he needed to talk to James.

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