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"Harry was at the point of telling Ron and Herminone about Filch and
Kwikspell course when the salamander suddenly whizzed into the air,
emmitting loud sparks and bangs as it whirled wildly round the roonm. The
sight of Percy bellowing himslef hoarse at Fred and George, the
spectacular display of tangerine stars showering from the salamander's
mouth, and its escape into the fire, with accompanying explosions, drove
both Flich and the Kwikspell envelope from Harry's mind. By the time
Halloween arrived, Harry was regretting his rash promise to go to the
deathday party. The rest of the school was happily anticipating their
Halloween feast."

"The Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, Hagrid's vast
pumpkins had been carved into lanterns large enough for three men to sit in
and there were rumors that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing
skeletons for the entertainment.""A promise is a promise", Herminone
reminded Harry bossily." You said you'd go to the deathday party." So at
seven o'clock, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked straight past the doorway
to the packed Great Hall, which was flittering invitingly with gold plates
and candles, and directed their steps instead towards the dungeons."

"The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined
with candles, too, through the effect was far from cheerful: These were
long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim,
ghostly light even over their own living faces. The temperature dropped
with every step they took. As Harry shivered and drew his robes tightly
around him, he heard what sounded like a thousand findernails scraping an
enormous blackboard."


"Is that supposed to be music?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner and
saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at a doorway hung with black velvet
drapes. "My dear friends." he said mournfully. "Welcome, welcome . . so
pleased you could come . . ." He swept off his plumed hat and bowed them
inside. It was an incredible sight. the dungeon was full of hundreds of
pearly-white, translucent people, mostly drifiting around a crowded dance
floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thrity musical saws,
played by an orchestra on a raised, black-draped platform."

"A chandelier overhead blazed midnight-blue with a thousand more black
candles. Their breath rose in a mist before them; it was like stepping
into a freezer. "Shall we have a look around?" Harry suggested, wanting to
warm up his feet. "Careful not to walk through anyone," said Ron nervously
and they set off around the edge of the dance floor. They passed a group
of gloomy nuns, a ragged man wearing chains, and the Fat Friar, a cheerful
Hufflepuff ghost, who was talking to a knight with an arrow sticking out
of his forehead."

"Harry wasn't surprised to see that the Bloody Baron, a gaunt, staring
Slytherin ghost covered in silver bloodstains, was being given a wide
berth by the other ghosts." "Oh, no," said Herminone, stopping abruptly.
"Turn back, turn back, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle -"Who?" said
Harry as they backtracked quickly. "She haunts one of the toilets in the
girls' bathroom on the first floor,"said Hermione."


"The rest of Harry's sentence was drawned out by a high-pitched mewling
from somewhere near his ankles. He looked down and found himself gazing
into a pair of lamp-like yellow eyes. It was Mrs. Norris, the skeletal
gray cat who was used by the caretaker, Argus Filch, as a sort of deputy
in his endless battle against students." "You'd better get out of here,
Harry," said Nick quickly. "Filch isn't in a good mood - he's got the flu
and some third years accidentally plastered frog brains all over the
ceiling in dungeon five. He's been cleaning all morning, and if he sees
you dripping mud all over the place -"

"Right," said Harry, backing away from the accusing stare of Mrs. Norris,
but not quickly enough. Drawn to the spot by the mysterious power that
seemed to connect him with his foul cat, Argus Filch burst suddenly
through a tapestry to Harry's right, wheezing and looking wildly about for
the rulebreaker. There was a thick tartan scarg bound around his head, and
his nose was unusally purple."

"Filth!" he shouted, his jowls aquiver, his eyes popping alarmingly as he
pointed at the muddy puddle that had dripped from Harry's Quidditch robes.
"Mess and muck everywhere! I've had enough of it, I tell you! Follow me,
Potter!" So Harry waved a gloomy good-bye to Nearly Headless Nick and
followed Filch back downstairs, doubling the number of muddy footprints on
the floor. Harrry had mever been inside Filch's office before; it was a place
most students avoided. the room was dingy and windowless, lit by a single
oil lamp dangling from the low ceiling."
- Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets

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