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The Deathday Party
Theyapproachediteagerlybutnextmomenthadstoppedintheirtracks,horrified. Thesmellwasquitedisgusting. Large,rottenfishwerelaidonhandsomesilverplatters;cakes,burnedcharcoal-black,wereheapedonsalvers;therewasagreatmaggotyhaggis,aslabofcheesecoveredinfurrygreenmold and,inprideofplace,anenormousgraycakeintheshapeofatombstone,withtar-likeicingformingthewords,
SIRNICHOLASDEMIMSY-PORPINGTON
DIED31STOCTOBER,1492
Harrywatched,amazed,asaportlyghostapproachedthetable,crouchedlow,andwalkedthroughit,hismouthheldwidesothatitpassedthroughoneofthestinkingsalmon.
"Canyoutasteitifyouwalkthoughit?"Harryaskedhim.
"Almost,"saidtheghostsadly,andhedriftedaway.
"Iexpectthey’veletitrottogiveitastrongerflavor,"saidHermioneknowledgeably,pinchinghernoseandleaningclosertolookattheputridhaggis.
"Canwemove?Ifeelsick,"saidRon.
Theyhadbarelyturnedaround,however,whenalittlemanswoopedsuddenlyfromunderthetableandcametoahaltinmidairbeforethem.
"Hello,Peeves,"saidHarrycautiously.
Unliketheghostsaroundthem,PeevesthePoltergeistwastheveryreverseofpaleandtransparent.Hewaswearingabrightorangepartyhat,arevolvingbowtie,andabroadgrinonhiswide,wickedface.
"Nibbles?"hesaidsweetly,offeringthemabowlofpeanutscoveredinfungus.
"Nothanks,"saidHermione.
"HeardyoutalkingaboutpoorMyrtle,"saidPeeves,hiseyesdancing.
