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ever, if you didn't read ... go now, I have to write up Peeves' report ... go ...'

Amazed at his luck, Harry sped out of the office, up the corri- dor and back upstairs. To escape from Filch's office without pun- ishment was probably some kind of school record.

'Harry! Harry! Did it work?'

Nearly Headless Nick came gliding out of a classroom. Behind him, Harry could see the wreckage of a large black and gold cabi- net which appeared to have been dropped from a great height.

'I persuaded Peeves to crash it right over Filch's office,' said Nick eagerly. 'Thought it might distract him –'

'Was that you?' said Harry gratefully. 'Yeah, it worked, I didn't even get detention. Thanks, Nick!'

They set off up the corridor together. Nearly Headless Nick, Harry noticed, was still holding Sir Patrick's rejection letter.

'I wish there was something I could do for you about the Headless Hunt,' Harry said.

Nearly Headless Nick stopped in his tracks and Harry walked right through him. He wished he hadn't; it was like stepping through an icy shower.

'But there is something you could do for me,' said Nick excited- ly. 'Harry – would I be asking too much – but no, you wouldn't want –'

'What is it?' said Harry.

'Well, this Hallowe'en will be my five hundredth deathday,' said Nearly Headless Nick, drawing himself up and looking dignified.

'Oh,' said Harry, not sure whether he should look sorry or happy about this. 'Right.'

'I'm holding a party down in one of the roomier dungeons. Friends will be coming from all over the country. It would be such an honour if you would attend. Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, and Miss Potter would be most welcome too, of course – but I dare say you'd rather go to the school feast?' He watched Harry on tenterhooks.

'No,' said Harry quickly, 'I'll come –'

'My dear boy! Harry Potter, at my Deathday Party! And,' he hes- itated, looking excited, 'do you think you could possibly mention to Sir Patrick how very frightening and impressive you find me?'

'Of – of course,' said Harry.
Nearly Headless Nick beamed at him.

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