Chapter 156： death anniversary party

And the cold air brought by the continuous rain also began to penetrate from the bottom of the castle, and every step made people want to tighten some clothes. Fortunately, before they came, Sean had the foresight to inform Hermione to wear thicker clothes, otherwise, they would have to tremble.

Turning a corner, Sean heard a sharp and harsh sound, like a shovel scratching back and forth in a wok.

"Oh, I'm really starting to regret it now." Hermione muttered, frowning.

Taking a few steps forward, Nick, draped in a black velvet curtain, greeted the guests at the door.

"My dear friends," he said with great sadness, "you are welcome .

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

Sean and Hermione's breaths formed a cloud of white mist in front of them. They walked into the classroom like the refrigerator and looked around curiously.

It was different from what Sean expected. In the huge classroom, there were only less than a hundred ghosts floating around, most of them were ghosts in Hogwarts Castle, and many of them had chatted with Sean. sky.

On the stage covered with black cloth, several ghosts in formal suits were pulling saws, and the ghosts in twos and threes were dancing waltzes to the shrill 'music'.

"I thought there would be a lot of ghosts," Hermione whispered, avoiding a giant toad ghost.

"That's because, although Nick sent an invitation, many ghosts who were not in the school declined him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so eager to invite you living people." Someone on the side answered.

Sean turned his head, it was a chubby ghost, his eyes were blank, and he was muffled when he spoke.

"Oh, hello, Edmund." Sean greeted.

Edmund Grubb, who died in the Victorian period, died from eating poisoned plums. He broke his breath at the front door of the Hogwarts Dining Room, so he often hindered the students from eating in order to vent his anger.

However, the ghost obviously can't do anything, and after getting used to Edmund's tricks, the students don't care about it, and even deliberately eat food in front of Edmund's face, and then get mad at him.

Sean and Edmund are pretty familiar, and despite their frequent mischief, the other is eager to help students when they can't find the stairs to the classroom—provided you don't have a sandwich from the cafeteria in your hand.

"Hello, Sean," Edmund greeted him sadly.

"Why haven't the ghosts from other places come, I mean, you don't have to work, right?" Sean asked curiously.

Edmund floated to the table and sniffed hard at the stinky salmon on the table.

"You're right, the ghosts don't have jobs, we spend most of our time reminiscing about the past," he seemed to smell a little bit of rot, a look of enjoyment on his face, "but the ghosts also have My own hunch, the Weeping Widow's letter to Nick said that she didn't feel very peaceful recently, so she wasn't going to come from Kent."

"Not quite?"

Edmund nodded, and then said indifferently: "This is not the first time. Every year people say that it is not peaceful, but nothing has happened. Besides, can the ghost die again?"

"Makes sense," Hermione agreed, then asked curiously, "Can you really smell it like this?"

"A little, I can smell a little," Edmund said vaguely, stuffing his nose directly into the belly of the salmon, "better than nothing, right? I died late, like Nick Those of them who died early will probably have to soak in here all day before they can smell a little bit."

After Edmund enjoyed it for a while, Nick called for him, saying that it was the first time that a ghost from outside came to Hogwarts. Even if he could go through the wall all the time, he got lost. Nick asked Edmund to help him lead the way. bring the other party back.

"Nick is jealous that I can taste delicious food!" Edmund reluctantly glanced at the maggot-grown salmon and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Is there any place in the UK from Hogg? The ghost of Watts graduation? Ha, poor excuse!"

Sean and Hermione stood at the edge of the classroom, watching the ghosts keep opening their mouths through all kinds of rotting, scorched food, and both took another step back in unison.

The taste is too strong...

Sean pinched his nose, glanced around in the field, and found a short, plump female ghost.

She was probably the most gloomy and sad person Sean had ever seen, being teased by a polite Peeves in bright orange. Whenever Peeves threw moldy peanuts on her, transparent tears rustled from her little eyes.

"That's Weeping Myrtle?" Sean asked.

Hermione nodded while covering her mouth. She had just leaned over to look at Nick's birthday cake and almost vomited it out.

Should I go over and ask how the other party died... Sean thought to himself.

He had long known from Hermione that the crying Myrtle had been hiding in the abandoned girls' bathroom. Combined with the information that Hagrid was still fired, it meant that Riddle probably killed Myrtle and framed it for her. Hagrid.

However, Riddle is not necessarily alive or dead now, and the basilisk in the secret room has never been active at all, so it seems useless to pay attention to these...

He couldn't possibly conquer the basilisk, could he?

Sean often needs to look into each other's eyes when he takes in the magical beast.

Feeling the lower and lower temperature around him, Sean stomped his feet.

"Should we go?" he whispered.

"I think you're right." Hermione nodded quickly, covering her mouth and nose.

While Nick was having a sad conversation with a ghost they walked quickly to the door, then turned around and left.

"Let's walk faster, it should be just in time for the last dessert." Sean took the lead through the gloomy corridor and walked towards the steps.

Hermione, who was following him, retched: "I'm afraid I can't eat it, why should I go to see that cake... ugh..."

"You're just too curious." Sean said casually, then looked forward.

His steps came to an abrupt halt, and Hermione bumped into his back.

"What's the matter, Sean - isn't this Mrs Norris?"

In front of them, a shriveled cat was meowing anxiously at Sean.

"What's wrong?" Sean crouched down.

Although Filch was unlikable, Mrs. Norris somehow spared Sean once during his first-year night out.