And the cold air brought by the continuous rain began to seep from the bottom of the castle, making people want to tighten their clothes more tightly every step they took. Fortunately, before they came, Sean had the foresight to inform Hermione to wear some clothes.
Be thicker, otherwise they will tremble now.
Turning a corner, Sean heard a sharp and harsh sound, like a shovel scraping back and forth in an iron pot.
"Oh, I'm really starting to regret it now." Hermione frowned and muttered.
A few steps further, Nick, draped in a black velvet curtain, was greeting guests at the door.
"My dear friends," he said with great sadness, "you are welcome...I am extremely honored to have you here..."
He took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited them in.
Sean and Hermione's breath formed clouds of white mist in front of them. They walked into the classroom that looked like a refrigerator and looked around curiously.
It was different from what Sean expected. There were less than a hundred ghosts floating around in the huge classroom. Most of them were ghosts from Hogwarts Castle. Many of them had even talked to Sean.
sky.
On the stage covered with black cloth, several ghosts in formal attire were pulling saws, and ghosts in twos and threes were dancing waltz to the harsh music.
"I thought there would be a lot of ghosts." Hermione said quietly as she avoided a giant toad ghost.
"That's because, although Nick extended an invitation, many ghosts who were not on campus declined him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so eager to invite living people like you." Someone on the side answered.
Sean turned his head, and it was a chubby ghost with dull eyes and a dull voice when he spoke.
"Oh, hello, Edmund." Sean greeted.
Edmund Grubbs, who died in the Victorian period due to eating poisoned prunes, died at the main entrance of the Hogwarts dining hall, so he often blocked the students from eating in order to vent his anger.
However, the ghost obviously couldn't do anything. After getting used to Edmund's tricks, the students no longer cared about this, and even deliberately ate delicious food in front of Edmund, and then made him very angry.
Sean and Edmund are quite familiar with each other. Although each other often plays pranks, they are also eager to help students when they can't find the stairs to the classroom-provided that you don't have a sandwich brought from the cafeteria in your hand.
"Hello, Sean," Edmund greeted him sadly.
"Why haven't the ghosts from other places come here? I mean, you don't have to work, right?" Sean asked curiously.
Edmund floated to the table, and then sniffed the smelly salmon on the table.
"You're right, ghosts don't have jobs, we spend most of our time remembering the past," he seemed to smell a little bit of rot, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, "but ghosts also have
My own premonition, the Weeping Widow said in her letter to Nick, she feels that she has not been very peaceful recently, so she is not planning to come from Kent."
"It's not peaceful?"
Edmund nodded, and then said nonchalantly: "This is not the first time. Every year, people say it is not peaceful, but nothing happens. Besides, can the ghost die again?"
"It makes sense," Hermione agreed with his statement, and then asked curiously, "Can you really smell it like this?"
"A little bit, you can smell a little bit," Edmund stuffed his nose directly into the belly of the salmon and said vaguely, "It's better than nothing, right? I died late, like Nick
Those of them who died early probably had to soak here for a whole day before they could smell anything."
After enjoying Edmund for a while, Nick called him over and said that there was a ghost from out of town who came to Hogwarts for the first time and got lost even if he could walk all the way through the wall. Nick asked Edmund to help him get it.
Wait for the other person to come back.
"Nick is jealous that I can taste delicious food!" When leaving, Edmund reluctantly glanced at the maggot-infested salmon and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Is there anyone in the UK that doesn't start from Hogg?"
The ghost of a Watts graduate? Ha, poor excuse!"
Sean and Hermione stood on the edge of the classroom, watching the ghosts constantly open their mouths and pass through various rotten and burnt food, and they both took another step back.
The taste is too strong...
Sean pinched his nose, glanced around the field, and then discovered a short, fat female ghost.
She was probably the most gloomy and melancholy person Sean had ever seen, and she was being teased by Peeves, who was wearing a bright orange top hat. Every time Peeves dropped moldy peanuts on her, her little
Transparent tears streamed down from his eyes.
"Is that Moaning Myrtle?" Sean asked.
Hermione covered her mouth and nodded. She had just leaned over to take a look at Nick's death cake and almost vomited it out.
Should I go over and ask how the other person died... Sean thought to himself.
He had long known from Hermione that Moaning Myrtle had been hiding in the abandoned girls' bathroom. Combined with the information that Hagrid was still expelled, it meant that Riddle probably killed Myrtle and then framed her.
Hagrid.
However, it is not certain whether Riddle is alive or dead now, and the basilisk in the secret room has not moved at all. It seems useless to pay attention to these things...
There's no way he could subdue the basilisk, right?
When Sean subdues magical animals, he often needs to look into each other's eyes. The basilisk sees who will die, and then completely defeats Sean.
Feeling the temperature getting lower and lower around him, Sean stamped his feet.
"Should we go?" he whispered.
"I think you're right." Hermione covered her mouth and nose and nodded quickly.
While Nick was having a sad conversation with a ghost, they quickly walked to the door, then turned around and left.
"Let's go faster, we should be in time for the last dessert." Sean led the way through the gloomy corridor and walked towards the steps.
Hermione, who was following him, retched: "I'm afraid I can't eat it anymore. Why should I look at that cake... vomit..."
"You're just too curious." Sean said casually, and then looked forward.
His steps suddenly stopped, 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 squatted down.
Although Filch was not lovable, Mrs. Norris did let him go once during Sean's first grade night outing.