Chapter 26 Nick's Death Party

Facing the unknown future, Ai Wen chose to wait relatively cautiously.

If the diary was put in the school by Lucius, then with Tom Riddle's strength, the Chamber of Secrets should have been opened.

Irwin still remembers that in the original book, the first attack happened on Halloween.

On Halloween, he originally planned to stay in the auditorium to monitor Ginny, or observe whether other people were suspicious, but Hermione did not agree, she insisted that Ivan go to Nick's death party with them.

"Hermione, my cold is just right, just let me stay in the world of the living." Ai Wen said pitifully, "Besides, I have to collect materials, and the headline next week will be this Halloween party. ."

"Your cold was cured last Tuesday, Evan!" Hermione shook her head and refused, "Collin and Ginny can collect materials. Nick has helped us with a lot of news recently. You said this evening. Nothing can be absent."

"But, I heard that Dumbledore booked a skeleton dance company." Harry looked hesitant, and he and Ron didn't want to go to the death anniversary party either.

"As soon as a word is spoken, it is difficult for a horse to chase."

Hermione turned her head and reminded Harry domineeringly, "You and Ron promised Nick to go to his death party."

So, at seven o'clock in the evening, Irving, Harry, Ron and Hermione went straight through the doorway, which happened to lead to the crowded auditorium. There were lanterns, candles, and gold plates on the table, alluring, but they headed toward the basement.

Although I have to go through this aisle every time I take a potions class, it was especially scary tonight.

There were candles on both sides of the aisle, but the effect was not pleasant at all: they were dark, thin little candles, burning with a bluish light, even on their four lively faces , also looks gloomy.

With every step they took, the temperature dropped.

Ai Wen sneezed and wrapped his clothes tightly around himself.

Then he heard a sound like a thousand fingernails scratching on a huge blackboard.

"What is this?" Ron looked horrified.

"Music, I guess," Harry whispered.

They turned a corner and saw Nick, almost headless, standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend," he said with infinite sadness. "Welcome, welcome, I am so glad you have come."

He took off his feathered hat and bowed to invite them in.

The sight was unbelievable, the basement room was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of them swirling around the crowded dance floor, shivering with the horrific sounds of thirty musical saws. The voice of the waltz was dancing, and the band playing the musical saw sat on the stage covered with black cloth.

A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, emitting a midnight blue light.

Ai Wen found that his breath formed a cloud of mist in front of him, as if he had walked into the refrigerator.

"Okay, what should we do now?"

"Look around first!" Harry suggested, wanting to warm his feet.

"Be careful, don't pass through anyone," said Ron nervously.

They walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, past a group of sullen nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat monk.

Then, they saw the bloody Barrow. He was the ghost of Slytherin, scrawny, with straight eyes and silver bloodstains all over his body. No one dared to approach him. Other ghosts were making a large space for him.

"Oh, shit," Hermione stopped abruptly. "Turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to crying Myrtle!"

"Who?" Harry whispered.

"That ghost, she's in the girls' bathroom on the third floor," Hermione said.

"Stay in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, that bathroom is out of order all year round because she keeps throwing tantrums and throwing water all over the place. People try not to go there if they can avoid it. You go to the toilet and she screams at you. , it's terrifying!"

Hermione's voice just fell, and she was surprised to see Ai Wen actually walking towards Myrtle.

"He, what is he doing?"

"Who knows, maybe Myrtle is the type that Ivan likes." Ron laughed suddenly, "Haha, this is big news."

Hermione gave Ron a stern look, and the three of them hurriedly followed.

In fact, because the entrance to the secret room was in the bathroom where Myrtle was, Ai Wen wanted to ask her if she had seen any strangers going there recently.

This is particularly important now that Tom Riddle's diary is nowhere to be found, and any clues cannot be missed.

But before Aiwen had time to speak, he saw a ghost wearing a bright orange-red party hat, a twirling bow tie, and a wide face and a grinning grin appeared in front of him. It was Peeves.

"Kids, would you like some?" he said sweetly, handing over a bowl of moldy peanuts.

"No, thank you." Ai Wen hurriedly refused.

"I heard you talking about poor Myrtle just now. How impolite!"

Peeves' eyes flickered, suddenly took a deep breath, and shouted, "Hey, Myrtle!"

"Oh, no, Peeves, don't tell her what I said, she'll be very sad." Hermione, who was standing beside Ivan, whispered anxiously, "I was just kidding, I don't Mind her being like that..."

Before she could finish her words, the ghost of a short, plump girl floated up.

Her face was the most melancholy and gloomy face Irving had ever seen, half obscured by her long straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.

"What?" she asked sullenly.

"Hello, Myrtle," Hermione said in a voice that pretended to be pleasant. "Nice to see you outside the bathroom."

"Miss Granger was talking about you just now," Peeves said slyly in Myrtle's ear.

"We're talking, talking, you look so pretty tonight." Hermione glared at Peeves.

"You are making fun of me."

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously, tears suddenly falling from her small transparent eyes.

"No, really! Didn't I just say that Myrtle looked pretty?" said Hermione, elbowing Harry and Ron's ribs hard.

"yes......"

"That's what she said!"

"Don't lie to me," Myrtle gasped, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Poor, Weeping, sullen Myrtle!"

"You missed one..." Peeves giggled happily.

"Enough, Peeves!" Ai Wen hurriedly interrupted him, he still had something to ask the other party, he couldn't just let Peeves drive her away.

"We really think you're dressed up tonight and you're likable. You're different from the other ghosts. You're the most special one, trust me..."

Seeing Ivan struggling to please Myrtle, Harry, Ron and Hermione opened their mouths in surprise.

"He wouldn't really like Myrtle, would he have bad taste."

This was what Ron whispered to Harry, unfortunately it seemed to be a little loud and heard by Peeves and Myrtle beside him.

"You're lying, no one's going to like me." The crying Myrtle burst into tears and ran out of the basement.

"Myrtle no one likes, myrtle with pimples!" Peeves chased after her quickly, smashing her with moldy peanuts, shouting, "Pimples! Pimples!"

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