The Battle Sparked by the Deathday Party

"Nicholas, where's Hai—I mean, Lady Grey?" Harry asked curiously, looking at Nicholas was struggling to stuff food into his mouth.

Even though he was very careful, some of the juicy food still managed to seep through the ground and disappear.

This has left even the most lively Nicholas only slightly better off than Bloody Baron.

"She doesn't like noisy environments."

"But in my opinion, she's probably afraid of being seen eating by others."

"No matter what, she is still a woman, but she hasn't eaten for thousands of years, so she definitely won't be able to control her eating manners."

Nicholas said after swallowing a dry piece of pie.

"Why don't you have something to drink?" Ron asked as he ate, having already filled his plate with food.

"So!"

"Watch me eat!" Nicholas said impatiently.

He grabbed his left ear and pulled it down.

His head swayed and slid off his neck, resting on his shoulder as if it were hinged.

The sudden opening of his head caused the Ghostification food residue in his esophagus to splatter everywhere, and many people around him enjoyed the feeling of being doused with ice water, just like Seamus.

"Huff!" Lisa Turpin swallowed because she was too focused on Riddle on the faculty desk.

The Ghostification food she swallowed passed directly through her body and disappeared onto the marble floor.

"Hey, watch out, Nicholas!" Ron quickly protected his food, but the remnants of the Ghostification food passed through his hand and the food beneath it.

"Thank goodness." Harry patted his chest. A piece of food scrap almost grazed his scalp, but thanks to the dynamic reflexes of the youngest Chaser of the century, he narrowly avoided it.

Dean didn't notice anything; the residue just passed through his hair.

"Sorry." Nicholas quickly released his head, letting it bounce back onto his head.

Then, the food scraps flew even further.

Even Draco, who was at the very edge of the table with Slytherin, was unfortunately caught in the trap.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Nicholas with annoyance.

Nicholas's face grew even more bitter.

He was always a very particular ghost, considering himself an aristocrat—noble and elegant.

You can tell just by looking at him—a very fashionable hat with feathers on his long curly hair, and a knee-length belted coat with a wheel-shaped ruffled collar that concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed—undoubtedly the attire of Britain aristocrat.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly, looking at Nicholas appeared almost completely dejected.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick, waved an elegant, slender hand, "It's nothing... I can just be more careful... I thought I could avoid eating juicy foods, but I forgot about my neck."

His tone was nonchalant, but his face revealed deep pain.

"Tell me," he suddenly burst out, "How could I be so unlucky? First, I was chopped forty-four times in the neck by a blunt axe, but it didn't sever it, so I was disqualified from joining the Headless Hunt. Now, even having a drink or a juicy steak is a problem!"

"You can't join the Headless Hunt because your neck isn't completely broken, right? There's still some skin and tendons connecting your neck?" Harry suddenly said.

"Hey, bro." Even Ron, who had no sense of emotional intelligence, felt that Harry shouldn't have said that, so he nudged Harry's shoulder to remind him.

"Yes! Most people would think that this is practically the same as losing my head. But no, to Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore, who is completely decapitated, this is not enough." Nicholas didn't notice Harry's rudeness; he recalled his many rejections when he wrote to the Headless Hunt.

"Well, aren't you much better than that Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore? Your neck isn't completely broken, so you're definitely much better at eating than him!" Harry reminded him.

"How could I not have thought of that!"

"I can let him join my Deathday Party!" Nicholas floated around excitedly.

However, he suddenly stopped a second later. He looked at Harry, puffed out his chest, and adopted a haughty demeanor.

"This Halloween will be my 500th birthday. I'm going to have a party in a fairly spacious underground classroom. My friends will be coming from all over the country. I would be honored if you could join me."

"And you can also see the Headless Hunt getting themselves all messed up while eating!" Nicholas said through gritted teeth.

"Of course, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy are also very popular—but I dare say you'd rather attend the school's banquet, wouldn't you?" He looked at Harry anxiously.

You know, Harry is a big name in the wizarding world and even the ghost world, which makes other ghosts think he's amazing.

Moreover, having embarrassed himself in front of someone as famous as Harry, Deborah and the others certainly wouldn't dare to mock him anymore.

Hey-hey!

"Okay, I'll go. What about you, Ron?" Harry said, Nicholas looked at Ron expectantly.

"Why not?"

"I bet very few living people can say they've ever been to a party like that!" Ron nodded.

"We want to go too!" Ginny and Neville suddenly exclaimed.

They'd been listening intently for a long time; how could they miss such a wonderful opportunity!

"Great! Great! The more the better!" Nicholas Accio excitedly.

Not far away, Ryan looked at Hermione, who was also tilting her ear, and asked, "Aren't you curious? Why don't you go?"

"They're all so stupid!"

"I've looked into the Deathday Party. The reason why the anniversary of the ghosts' deaths was held in the underground classroom was because they couldn't eat."

"You can only taste a pile of rotten, smelly food."

"But things are different now."

"I dare say that when Nicholas asks Dumbledore for a venue on the 31st of next month, which is Halloween, Dumbledore will definitely let them hold it in the Great Hall."

"How can Halloween be complete without ghosts!" Hermione said proudly, tilting her little face up.

"I think you've forgotten something."

"That means there were a lot of ghosts at Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday Party. So many ghosts, how cold must it have been."

"As I see it, Dumbledore will probably still have them find a room in the basement," Luna suddenly said quietly.

"No, that's not true!"

"Your guess is just as unreliable as those Crumple-Horned Snorkack you mentioned!" Hermione frowned.

Luna looked directly at Hermione without flinching.

Ryan clearly noticed that when Hermione mentioned the Crumple-Horned Snorkack, Luna's clear eyes blazed with fury.

"Crumple-Horned Snorkack do exist; they often grow in mistletoe. They look like maggots, but are thicker and black. Adults have 5,000 teeth, while juveniles have 3,000. They have a sickle-shaped hook on their tail and three eyes; their lifespan is about 20 years," Luna said, enunciating each word clearly.