Chapter 63 Smith's Old House

Rolf sat on the chair and ignored Helena's invitation to dance.

Dancing with a ghost, wouldn't he be a fool?

But the colder and more indifferent Rolf's attitude was, the more enthusiastic this woman became, so enthusiastic that she seemed to be cold-faced and hot-buttocks.

The goddess you have liked for a thousand years is with someone else; the goddess you have liked for a thousand years is being someone else's licker... Obviously the latter is more harmful.

So in order to stimulate Barrow, Helena also changed her previous coldness and put her attitude to the lowest when facing Rolf

If she really wanted to resurrect her, Rolf didn't dare to think that she would deliberately do something with him... to further stimulate the bloody Barrow.

Poor... But when he remembered that Barrow was also a licker when he was alive, Rolf was not pitiful anymore.

"Rolf, you are here too!"

Two living people suddenly emerged from the ghost pile. When they saw Rolf, they seemed to see the organization and ran towards him excitedly.

Rolf turned his head and found that it was Harry and Ron.

Harry was also unlucky. He didn't want to attend the Deathday banquet.

But he went to Quidditch training in the rain that day. When he returned to the castle, he was covered in mud and was caught by Filch.

Nick rescued Harry and invited him to attend the Deathday banquet. Harry couldn't refuse, so he agreed and brought Ron with him.

But he regretted it after the Deathday banquet. The two of them were about to run away... but they saw Rolf unexpectedly.

"I heard that Nick's Deathday banquet was very interesting." Rolf explained vaguely: "Just come and take a look."

"Are you disappointed after watching it?" Harry whispered: "It's really boring."

"Yes, it's far worse than the Halloween banquet." Ron on the side also complained: "Is the music played on the dance floor also? It's as bad as the noise!"

"And the rotten food!"

Ron pointed to the dining table not far away. On the table were rotten meat, charred cakes and a lot of maggot-filled sheep tripe.

"How disgusting!" He made a vomiting gesture and said, "We shouldn't have come, Harry, go back quickly.

Nick is dead, there is no need to care about the dead's feelings... They are just ghosts."

Ron said quickly, and when he turned his head, he saw Ms. Grey next to Rolf. He suddenly choked on rotten food and stammered:

"Who is this?"

"Ms. Grey, the ghost of Ravenclaw Tower." Rolf introduced.

Ron stared at Ms. Grey blankly, blushing and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean you just now... My name is Ron Weasley!"

But Helena didn't say anything. She ignored Ron directly. The look in her eyes seemed to be no different from looking at the meat-stuffed lamb tripe full of maggots on the dining table.

Ron's face became even redder.

"Rolf, the ghost of Slytherin seems to have been staring at you."

Harry didn't notice this scene, but saw the Bloody Baron in the distance, and he whispered: "Did you offend him?"

"Maybe he is jealous of my youth." Rolf grinned: "Jealous that I am still alive, but he is dead."

"..."

With the sound of a hunting horn, the band that was creaking like a saw suddenly stopped playing, and twelve ghost horses ran out of the wall, each with a headless rider on it.

The twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, stood up suddenly, first stood up on their hind legs, and then kicked their hind hooves and rushed.

On the horse in front was a big ghost with a beard and a head under his arm.

The other eleven horses were all sitting with ghosts. They were not all wizards, there were also vampires, goblins and... house elves, but all of them had their heads cut off.

The Headless Hunters are here. They are a famous ghost group in the UK, but they only recruit ghosts whose heads and bodies are separated.

Nick, who was almost headless, had applied, but was rejected because he did not meet the requirements.

"Welcome, Patrick." Nick went to greet him.

"Oh, my God, my dear old friend, long time no see!" Patrick laughed, "Is your head still stuck to your neck?"

"Hey, for Merlin's sake, give me some face, tonight is my death anniversary dinner!" Nick hugged Patrick and said:

"Be careful I will kick your ass with my boots! I swear, I really will do it!"

The two laughed wildly and patted each other on the shoulders.

"I'm here." Helena whispered: "Rolf."

"Harry, I have something to do, I'm leaving first, you two can continue to play here."

Rolf stood up and followed Helena towards the group of headless ghosts.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron looked at Ms. Grey and exclaimed:

"To be honest, she is really extraordinary. Why doesn't Gryffindor have such a beautiful ghost!"

"I don't know what her relationship with Rolf is." Harry whispered.

"I know what their relationship is."

A short and fat ghost suddenly emerged from the ground. She had a melancholy face, half covered by thick long hair and pearl-colored glasses.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Harry asked curiously.

"My name is Myrtle, and I am the ghost of Ravenclaw." Myrtle looked at Harry shyly and said, "I know the relationship between Rolf and Ms. Grey."

"What relationship?"

"Well, it's not appropriate to talk about it here. There are too many people." Myrtle said carefully: "Harry Potter, come with me, and go to my place... I will tell you the secret."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They were ready to leave anyway, and they could just take this opportunity to get away from the party.

"Let's go then." Harry and Ron stood up.

Myrtle chuckled.

Rolf, you went behind my back to find Ms. Gray, so don’t blame me for stealing a man behind your back... You were the one who abandoned me first.

Scumbag!

Rolf and Helena arrive at the Headless Hunters and find a house-elf ghost.

It was so old that its head seemed to have been chopped off with an axe, and the wound was still uneven.

"Oh, Miss Ravenclaw, long time no see!" The house elf immediately bowed respectfully after seeing Helena.

"Rolf, his name is Cole, and he was a house elf of the Black family during his lifetime." Helena explained:

"Cole cut off his head according to the tradition of the Black family, but he turned into a ghost after death."

"Hello." Rolf greeted, "Have you seen the Hufflepuff house elf?"

"I saw it once when I was young." Cole said softly, "I also saw its portrait later."

"Where did you see it?" Luofu asked.

"The old Smith house, sir." Cole said respectfully: "When I followed my master to visit the Smith family, I saw that portrait in the guest room."

"The old Smith house?"

Luo Fu fell into thought.

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