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"
Why
would
anyone
want
to
celebrate
the
day
they
died
?
"
said
Ron
,
who
was
halfway
through
his
Potions
homework
and
grumpy
.
"
Sounds
dead
depressing
to
me
...
"
Rain
was
still
lashing
the
windows
,
which
were
now
inky
black
,
but
inside
all
looked
bright
and
cheerful
.
The
firelight
glowed
over
the
countless
squashy
armchairs
where
people
sat
reading
,
talking
,
doing
homework
or
,
in
the
case
of
Fred
and
George
Weasley
,
trying
to
find
out
what
would
happen
if
you
fed
a
Filibuster
firework
to
a
salamander
.
Fred
had
"
rescued
"
the
brilliant
orange
,
fire-dwelling
lizard
from
a
Care
of
Magical
Creatures
class
and
it
was
now
smouldering
gently
on
a
table
surrounded
by
a
knot
of
curious
people
.
Harry
was
at
the
point
of
telling
Ron
and
Hermione
about
Filch
and
the
Kwikspell
course
when
the
salamander
suddenly
whizzed
into
the
air
,
emitting
loud
sparks
and
bangs
as
it
whirled
wildly
round
the
room
.
The
sight
of
Percy
bellowing
himself
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
Filch
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
,
"
Hermione
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
glittering
invitingly
with
gold
plates
and
candles
,
and
directed
their
steps
instead
toward
the
dungeons
.
The
passageway
leading
to
Nearly
Headless
Nick
's
party
had
been
lined
with
candles
,
too
,
though
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
fingernails
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
.
