Sir Nicholas heard everyone's questions.
He felt as though his head, attached by a sliver of skin, was about to explode.
If he had not been Gryffindor's resident ghost, he would definitely have turned and fled.
In the end, he had to float up to the ceiling and straighten his head.
He roared for everyone to quiet down.
"All right! I'll answer one at a time!
That is a private matter between the professor and Peeves. I'm not willing to discuss the professor behind his back...
...That is true, but happily, Professor Holmes has promised everyone that such things will never appear at Hogwarts again...
...The Immortal-Binding Rope Spell? I think that must be an extremely powerful spell. Unfortunately, it isn't dark magic, or we could have...
Ahem, I mean, you won't be able to learn it, and I don't recommend trying..."
With almost perfunctory answers, Nicholas finally fended off the students' questions.
Finally, he made a request:
"I'm delighted to have answered so many of your questions.
However, there is also something I need everyone's help with...
I mean, participation...
This Halloween, the ghosts will be holding a separate banquet.
Ghosts from all over the country will be coming that day.
Of course, the main purpose is to celebrate the five hundredth anniversary of my death, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington's!
A very special occasion!
Would you all come?"
Having finished, Sir Nicholas looked at everyone expectantly.
Everyone duly lived up to his expectations, raising their hands to say they would.
At that moment, a student suddenly asked:
"Will a ghost banquet have lots of exquisite dishes, like in the Great Hall?"
"..."
Sir Nicholas seemed to have had a nerve touched and said unhappily:
"No!
None whatsoever!
It's just an ordinary, cold, dark underground classroom!
You can hardly expect