Even Ghosts Got Scammed

This time, the ghosts watching looked uncomfortable. Patrick glanced around at them, then fell into thought. "Young man, what makes you say Nick is more qualified than anyone to join the Headless Hunt?"

He took the bait. A good sign!

"There are too many people... too many ghosts here to talk. Shall we go somewhere else?"

"Yes, of course! Everyone, carry on. Keep the music playing, keep dancing, drinking, and enjoying the food. Patrick, Luo Bin, come with me. We'll talk in another Dungeon!"

Harry and the others wanted to follow, but Peeves blocked their way. By the time they finally shook him off, Nick, Luo Bin, and Patrick were long gone.

"Forget it, Harry. Let's enjoy ourselves a little longer, then find an excuse to slip out," Salasha said.

"Okay!"

In another cramped Dungeon, Luo Bin cast Lumos, lighting up the whole room.

"Oh, no one cleans this room. There's mold everywhere, and it smells dreadful. Luo Bin, hurry and tell Patrick your idea," Nearly Headless Nick said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Just a moment!"

Luo Bin pulled a sheaf of pages from the Blue Cloth Pouch. Patrick reached for it without thinking, but his nearly transparent gray-white hand passed straight through the pages covered in black writing. "Ah, I almost forgot you're human. A living, breathing human!"

"No matter. I can get the pages to you!"

Luo Bin waved his Wand and cast Incendio. The instant the pages burned completely to ash, a nearly transparent gray-white copy appeared in Patrick's hand.

"An excellent delivery method. I like it!"

Patrick leafed through the pages. The more he read, the more excited he grew. He could hardly wait to summon the eleven headless knights next door and start rehearsing on the spot.

"It's... it's perfect! Who came up with such a