”i know who you are!” said ron suddenly. ”my brothers told me
about you -- youre nearly headless nick!”
”i would prefer you to call me sir niimsy --” the
ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired seamus fined.
”nearly headless? how you be nearly headless?”
sir nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat
wasnt going at all the way he wanted.
”like this,” he said irritably. he seized his left ear and
pulled. his whole head swung off his ned fell onto his shoulder
as if it was on a hinge. someone had obviously tried to behead him,
but properly. lookihe stunned looks on
their faearly headless nick flipped his head bato his
neck, coughed, and said, ”so -- new gryffindors! i hope y
to help us win the house ship this year? gryffindors have
never gone so long without winning. slytherihe cup six
years in a row! the bloody barons beost unbearable --
hes the slytherin ghost.”
harry looked over at the slytherin table and saw a horrible
ghost sittih blank staring eyes, a gaunt fad
robes staih silver blood. he was right o malfoy who,
harry leased to see, didnt look too pleased with the seating
arras.
”how did he get blood?” asked seamus with great
i.
”ive never asked,” said nearly headless ely.
wheen as much as they could, the remains of
the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling as
before. a momehe desserts appeared. blocks of ice cream
in every flavor you k of, apple pies, treacle tarts,
chocolate ed jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, jell-o,
rig -- ”
as harry helped himself to a treacle tart, the talk turo
their families.
”im half-and-half,” said seamus. ”me dads a muggle. mom
didnt tell him she was a witch til after they were married. bit
of a nasty sho.”
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