Chapter 26： Nick's jealousy party

In the face of an unknown future, Ai Wen chose to wait relatively cautiously.

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

Ai Wen still remembers that in the original, the first attack occurred on Halloween.

On Halloween, he originally intended to stay in the auditorium to monitor Ginny, or to observe other people's suspicious places, but Hermione did not agree, she had to go with them to attend Nick's jealousy party.

"Hermione, my cold is just right, let me stay in the world of living people." Aiwen said pitifully, "I will go and collect the material. The headline next week is this Halloween party." ""

"Your cold was good last Tuesday, Evan!" Hermione shook her head and refused. "The things that can be collected can be handed over to Colin and Ginny. Nick recently helped us with a lot of news. You said tonight. Nothing can be absent."

"But I heard that Dumbledore had booked a dance group." Harry looked hesitant, and he and Ron didn't want to go to the jealousy party.

"It’s hard to chase after a word is spoken."

Hermione turned her head and reminded Harry with arrogance. "You and Ron promised Nick to go to his jealous party."

So, at seven o'clock in the evening, Avon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went straight through the doorway, which led to the crowded auditorium. The lights were shining, the candlelight was shining, and the gold plates were on the table, which was very attractive, but they walked in the direction of the underground classroom.

Although this aisle is going through every potion class, it is especially scary this evening.

The aisles are full of candles, but the effect is not at all pleasant: they are all dark, thin little candles, burning with blue light, even when they are shining on their four vibrant faces On, it also looks sinister.

Every time they take a step, the temperature is decreasing.

Ai Wen made a sneeze and tightened his clothes to wrap himself.

Then he heard a voice, as if a thousand nails were scraped on a huge blackboard.

"What is this?" Ron looked terrified.

"I guess it's music," Harry whispered.

They turned a corner and saw Nick, who had almost no head, standing at a door with a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend." He said infinitely sadly, "Welcome, welcome, you can come, I am so happy."

He took off his feathered hat and asked them to go in.

The scene in front of me is incredible. The underground classroom is filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures. Most of them are swaying in the crowded dance grounds and shaking with the terrible thirties of the thirty chainsaws. The voice danced waltz, and the band playing the leash saw it on the stage with black cloth.

A thousand chandeliers on the top of the head also ignited a thousand candles, releasing the blue light at midnight.

Ai Wen found that his breathing formed a mist in front of him, as if walking into the cold room.

"Well, what should we do now?"

"Let's see it everywhere!" Harry suggested, he wanted to warm his feet.

"Be careful, don't pass through someone's body," Ron said nervously.

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

Then they saw the blood man Barrow. He is the ghost of Slytherin, skinny, his eyes straight, his body covered with silver blood, no one dares to approach him, and other ghosts are giving him a big place.

"Oh, bad," Hermione suddenly stopped. "Quickly turn, turn around, I don't want to talk to the crying Myrtle!"

"Who?" Harry whispered.

"The ghost, she stayed in the girls' bathroom on the third floor," said Hermione.

"Stay in the bathroom?"

"Yes, that bathroom has failed all year round because she kept losing her temper and splashed water everywhere. As long as everyone can avoid it, it is not possible to go there. When you go to the bathroom, she screams at you. It’s terrible!”

Hermione’s voice just fell, and she was surprised to see that Ai Wen was heading towards Myrtle.

"He, what is he doing?"

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

Hermione glared at Ron and the three men rushed to follow.

In fact, because the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is in the bathroom where Myrtle is located, Aiwen wants to ask her about it. Recently, I have seen strangers go there.

This is especially important when Tom Riddle’s diary is missing. Any clues can’t be let go.

But Aiwen had not had time to talk, and she saw a bright orange-colored party hat, a rotating bow tie, and a bad-looking, wide-faced, grinning ghost appeared in front of him, a Pippi ghost.

"Little devils, do you want to come somewhere?" he said sweetly, handing over a bowl of moldy peanuts.

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

"I just heard that you are talking about poor myrtle, it’s rude!"

Pippi ghost eyes flashed, suddenly took a deep breath, screamed, "Hey, Myrtle!"

"Oh, no, Pippi, don't tell her what she said, she will feel very sad." Hermione standing next to Ai Wen anxiously whispered, "I just said that I played, I don't Mind like her..."

Her words have not been finished, and the ghost of a short, fat girl is floating.

Her face was the most melancholy and gloomy face that Aiwen had ever seen, and was covered in half by straight long hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.

"What?" she asked with a sullen face.

"Hello, Myrtle." Hermione said in a pretendingly pleasant voice, "I am very happy to see you outside the bathroom."

"Miss Granger is just talking about you." Pippi said in the ear of Mt.

"We are saying, saying, you look so beautiful tonight." Hermione glared at Pippi.

"You are making fun of me."

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously, and her tears suddenly fell from her transparent little eyes.

"No, really! I didn't mean that Myrtle looks so beautiful?" said Hermione, rubbing the ribs of Harry and Ron with her elbows.

"Yes......"

"She said so!"

"Don't lie to me." Myrtle gasped and said, tears whispering and rolling down the cheeks. "Do you think I don't know what other people are calling me behind? Fat Po Tao Jin Niang! Ugly Eight Mystery! Poor, Crying, unhappy, myrtle!"

"You missed one..." Pippi ghost giggled.

"Enough, Pippi ghost!" Ai Wen hurriedly interrupted him. He still had something to ask the other person. He couldn't let the Pippi ghost run her away.

"We really think that you are very beautiful tonight, very attractive, and different from other ghosts. You are the most special one, believe me..."

Looking at Ivan's pleading for the myrtle, Harry, Ron and Hermione were surprised by the big mouth.

"He doesn't really like Myrtle, it tastes bad enough."

This is Ron’s whisper to Harry, but unfortunately the voice seems a bit big, and I was heard by the Pippi and Myrtle next to me.

"You are lying, no one will like me." The crying Myrtle suddenly burst into tears and ran out of the underground classroom.

"Nobody likes myrtle, acne-faced myrtle!" Pippi ghost quickly chased after her, licking her with moldy peanuts and shouting, "A face acne! Face acne!"