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In the face of an unknown future, Elwyn chose to be cautious and wait. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Talk △ Net w
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If the diary had been placed in school by Lucius, then with Tom Riddle's strength, the secret room should have been opened.
Elwyn still remembered that in the original work, the first attack happened on Halloween.
On Halloween, he had originally planned to stay in the auditorium to monitor Ginny or observe other suspicious people, but Hermione did not agree. She insisted that Elwyn attend Nick's death anniversary party with them.
"Hermione, my cold has just recovered. Let me stay in the world of the living." Elwyn said pitifully. "Besides, I still have to collect material. Next week's Halloween party will be the headline."
"Your cold recovered last Tuesday, Elwyn!" Hermione shook her head and refused. "You can leave collecting material to Corin and Ginny. Nick has been providing us with a lot of news recently. No matter what, you cannot be absent tonight."
"But I heard that Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe." Harry looked hesitant. He and Ron did not want to attend the death anniversary party either.
"Once a word is said, it cannot be taken back."
Hermione turned her head and reminded Harry in a domineering manner. "You and Ron promised Nick that you would attend his death anniversary party."
So, at seven o 'clock in the evening, Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went straight through the doorway that led to the crowded auditorium. The place was decorated with lanterns, flickering candlelight, and golden plates on the table. It was very tempting, but they still walked in the direction of the underground classroom.
Although they had to pass through this hallway every time they attended potions class, tonight, it was particularly scary.
Candles hung on both sides of the hallway, but the effect was not pleasant at all. They were all black, thin candles, and when they burned, they flashed blue light. Even when the light shone on their lively faces, it looked gloomy.
With every step they took, the temperature dropped.
Elwyn sneezed and pulled his clothes tight to cover himself.
Then he heard a sound like a thousand fingernails scratching on a huge blackboard.
"What is this?" Ron looked horrified.
"I guess it's music," Harry replied softly.
They turned a corner and saw a nearly headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.
"My dear friends," he said, with infinite sadness, "welcome, welcome, I am so glad you have come."
He took off his feathered hat and bowed them in.
It was an incredible sight. The underground classroom was crammed with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of them swinging about in the overcrowded ballroom, waltzing to the terrible, tremulous sound of thirty musical saws. The band playing the saws sat on a black-clothed stage. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↑ Say △ Net
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A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off the blue light of midnight.
Elwyn found his breath fogging in front of him, as if he had walked into a freezer.
"Well, what should we do now?"
"Let's look around first!" suggested Harry. He wanted to warm his feet.
"Be careful, don't walk through anyone," said Ron nervously.
They walked slowly around the edge of the ballroom, past a group of sullen nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat friar.
Then they saw the Bloody Barrow. He was the ghost of Slythrin. He was as thin as a match, his eyes were blank, and his body was covered in silver bloodstains. No one dared to approach him, and the other ghosts were making a large space for him.
"Oh, no," said Hermione suddenly, stopping. "Turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to Crying Myrtle!"
"Who?" whispered Harry.
"The ghost. She's in the girls' bathroom on the third floor. Hermione said. "Baidu Search → Love Go Go Little Talk ★ Net wwW.AiQuXs.cOM"
"She's in the bathroom?"
"Yes, that bathroom breaks down all year round because she keeps losing her temper and splashing water everywhere. We don't go there if we can avoid it. She screams at you when you go to the bathroom. It's terrible! "
As soon as Hermione said this, she was surprised to see Elwyn walking towards Myrtle.
"What, what is he doing?"
"Who knows, maybe Myrtle is Elwyn's type." Ron suddenly laughed. "Haha, this is big news."
Hermione glared at Ron, and the three hurriedly followed.
In fact, because the entrance to the secret room was in the bathroom where Myrtle was, Elwyn wanted to ask her if she had seen any strangers go there recently.
This was especially important now that Tom Liddell's diary was nowhere to be found. They couldn't let go of even the slightest clue.
But before Elwyn had time to speak, he saw a ghost wearing a bright orange party hat and a spinning bow tie appear in front of him. It was Mischievous.
"Kids, would you like some?" he said sweetly, handing over a bowl of mildewed peanuts.
"No, thank you." Elwyn hurriedly refused.
"I just heard you talking about poor Myrtle. How rude of you!"
Mischievous's eyes flashed. He suddenly took a deep breath and shouted, "Hey, Myrtle!"
"Oh, don't, Mischievous. Don't tell her what I said. She'll feel bad." Standing beside Elwyn, Hermione whispered anxiously, "I was just joking. I don't mind her like that."
Before she could finish her sentence, the ghost of a short, plump girl floated over.
Her face was the most melancholy Elwyn had ever seen. It was half-hidden by long, straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.
"What's wrong?" she asked with a sullen face.
"Hello, Myrtle," Hermione said in a feigned cheerful voice. "Glad to see you outside the bathroom."
"Miss Granger was just talking about you," Mischievous said slyly in Myrtle's ear.
"We were just, just saying how pretty you look tonight." Hermione glared at Mischievous.
"You're making fun of me."
Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously. Tears suddenly streamed down her small, transparent eyes.
"No, really! Didn't I say Myrtle looked pretty? "said Hermione, elbowing Harry and Ron in the ribs.
"Yes."
"She said so!"
"Don't lie to me." Myrtle gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! " "You missed one," Mischievous giggled merrily.
"You missed one," Peeves giggled merrily.
"Enough, Mischievous!" Elwyn quickly interrupted. He still had questions to ask her. He couldn't just let Mischievous drive her away.
"We really think you look pretty tonight. You're very attractive. You're different from the other ghosts. You're the most special one. Believe me."
Watching Elwyn trying so hard to please Myrtle, Harry, Ron and Hermione all gaped in surprise.
"He can't really like myrtle, can he? His taste is really terrible."
This was what Ron whispered to Harry. Unfortunately, his voice was a little loud, and Mischievous and Myrtle heard him.
"You're lying. No one will like me." Crying Myrtle suddenly sobbed and ran out of the basement classroom.
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