Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in black velvet.

"My dear friends," he said with infinite sadness, "welcome, welcome, I am so glad to have you here."

He took off his feathered hat and bowed them in.

It was an unbelievable sight, the dungeon filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of them wandering up and down the crowded dance floor, trembling with the horror of thirty musical saws The voices waltzed, and the band playing the saw sat on a stage covered with black cloth.

A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue glow.

Aiwen found that his breath formed clouds of mist in front of him, as if he had walked into a cold room.

"Okay, what do we do now?"

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

"Be careful not to go through anyone's body." Ron said 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 Baron the Bloody Man.He was a Slytherin ghost, scrawny, straight-eyed, covered in silvery blood, and no one dared approach him, and the other ghosts were making room for him.

"Oh, shit," Hermione stopped suddenly, "turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle!"

"Who?" Harry asked quietly.

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

"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 really terrible!"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, she was surprised to see Ivan walking towards Myrtle head-on.

"He, what is he doing?"

"Who knows, maybe Myrtle is Ivan's favorite type." Ron suddenly laughed, "Haha, this is big news."

Hermione gave Ron a hard look, and the three hurried to follow.

In fact, because the entrance to the secret room is in the bathroom where Myrtle is, Ivan wants to ask her if he has seen any strangers go there recently.

This is particularly important in the current situation where Tom Riddle's diary is missing, and any clues must not be let go.

But before Ivan had time to speak, he saw a grinning ghost with a bright orange party cap, a swirling bow tie, and a bad-looking broad face appearing in front of him, it was Peeves.

"Little ghost heads, do you want 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 rude!"

Peeves' eyes were flickering, and he suddenly took a deep breath and roared, "Hey, Myrtle!"

"Oh, don't, Peeves, don't tell her what I said, she will feel very sad." Hermione who was standing beside Ivan whispered anxiously, "I was just joking, I don't Mind if she's like that..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the ghost of a short, fat girl floated up.

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

"What?" she asked sullenly.

"Hi, Myrtle," said Hermione in a voice of mock cheer. "Nice to see you outside the bathroom."

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

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

"You're making fun of me."

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously, tears streaming down her small transparent eyes suddenly.

"No, really! Didn't I just say that Myrtle looks pretty?" said Hermione, pounding Harry and Ron's ribs hard with her elbow.

"yes……"

"That's what she said!"

"Don't lie to me," gasped Myrtle, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Poor, Moaning, morose Myrtle!"

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

"That's enough, Peeves!" Ai Wen hurriedly interrupted him. He still had something to ask the other party, and he couldn't just let Peeves drive her away in anger.

"We really think you are very well dressed tonight, you are very attractive, unlike other ghosts, you are the most special one, believe me..."

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

"He can't really like myrtle, he has bad taste."

This was Ron's whisper to Harry, unfortunately the voice seemed a little loud, and it was heard by Peeves and Myrtle beside him.

"You're lying, no one will like me." Weeping Myrtle suddenly sobbed sadly and ran out of the dungeon.

"No one likes myrtle, myrtle with acne!" Peeves sprinted after her, hitting her with moldy peanuts and shouting, "Pimples! Pimples!"

Chapter 27 Special Correspondent Nick

"Oh my God," said Hermione sadly.

"Ron, you shouldn't have said that just now, I'm going to persuade her soon." Ivan looked at Ron angrily.

"Come on, buddy!" Ron blushed a little. "You don't really like Myrtle, do you, a whimpering ugly ghost."

"Ron!" Hermione raised her voice sharply.

"Of course I don't like it, but she is an important source of information." Ivan snorted, "I had something to ask her, but now you have messed it up."

"You should apologize to Myrtle, and while she's unlovable, we shouldn't have said that about her, especially since Peeves heard those words," said Hermione.

"Apologize?!" Ron's face was as red as his red hair.

"That's right, Ron!" Harry poked him. "I think Ivan and Hermione are right. We did go too far in this matter."

"Okay, okay, since you all think so, I'm going to apologize to her now." Ron took a step back, panting heavily, his face flushed to the extreme.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran out of the basement classroom, and the three looked at him worriedly.

"Let's go too, I just checked, the food here is not suitable for living people." Ivan sighed, "And I do have something to ask Myrtle."

As soon as the three of them reached the door, Nick, who was almost headless, floated in from the crowd.

"My dear friend, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, glad." They lied.

"A satisfactory number," said Nearly Headless Nick proudly. "Weeping widows have come all the way from Kent, and my speaking time is almost up."

Nick stops the band and strides to the podium, into a cold blue spotlight.

"My late Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great sorrow that I..."

Before he finished speaking, a hunting horn sounded, and the ghosts looked around excitedly, Nick's expression looked a little painful.

Suddenly, twelve ghost horses burst in from the walls of the underground classroom, each with a headless rider on it.All the people attending the party applauded enthusiastically, and Ivan and the others also clapped their hands, but when they saw Nick's face, they stopped quickly.

The twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance floor, stopped abruptly, stood upright on their hind legs, then kicked their hind hooves and rushed forward.

Immediately in front was a huge ghost, with his bearded head tucked under his arm, blowing a horn.He jumped off his horse and held his head high in the air so that he could watch the crowd from above, and they all laughed.

He strode up to Nearly Headless Nick, thrusting his head carelessly into his neck.

"Nick!" he yelled. "How are you, is your head still hanging there?"

He let out a savage laugh and patted Nearly Headless Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick," Nick said stiffly.

"Live!"

Mr. Patrick saw Ivan, Harry and Hermione at a glance, pretended to be surprised and jumped up high, but his head fell down again, and everyone laughed.

"Very interesting," Nearly Headless Nick said sternly.

"Never mind Nick!" cried Mr. Patrick's head from the floor. "He's still mad at us for keeping him out of the Hunters, but I say, look at this fellow!"

"I think..." Harry noticed Nick's meaningful gaze, remembered the agreement with him, and hurriedly said, "Nick is very scary!"

"Ha ha!"

Mr. Patrick's head yelled, "I guess he told you to say that."

Then, ignoring Harry, he started a sort of head hockey game with the rest of the Headless Hunters, and everyone turned to watch, no one paying attention to Nick standing on the podium.

Seeing Nick's pitiful look, Ivan sighed and felt the need to do something.

He walked up to the podium, stood next to Nick, and made a loud noise with his wand, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Good evening, everyone. As a special guest tonight, I would like to say a few words from the perspective of a living person."

The ghosts all looked at Aiwen curiously, wanting to know what the little wizard was going to say, a speech from a living person seemed much more interesting than the headless hunter game.

"As a ghost, Sir Nicholas's appearance may not be as scary as Mr. Patrick, but he is a very respectable nobleman, even in the living world."

There was a muffled discussion below, and many ghosts expressed doubts about what Ai Wen said.

"In order to let more people commemorate his death anniversary and thank him for his selfless help to me." Ai Wen continued, "I decided to invite Sir Nicholas to be a special correspondent of the "Hogwarts Witchcraft News", and his The life story was published in the newspaper."

The discussion became louder, and everyone was curious about the job of "special correspondent".

The life of ghosts is really boring. Although they have endless lives, they don't have any senses. The long years have consumed passion, and their memories have gradually declined. Many ghosts have nothing to do, so they stay in dark corners all day long. In the end, I forgot who I was.

It's really scary, everyone is desperately looking for something to do, but there are so few options, which is why The Headless Hunter is so popular.

But not everyone's head and body are separated, and the vast majority of ghosts still have nothing to do all day long.

The special reporter of the newspaper that Aiwen said provided a new direction of choice, but what is the "Hogwarts Magic News", I have never heard of it before.

""Hogwarts Wizarding News" is a newspaper dedicated to young wizards in school. Currently, the sales volume of each issue has reached [-] copies, and it is still increasing steadily." Seeming to see everyone's doubts, Ai Wen explained Said, "We have in-depth cooperative relations with mainstream media such as "Daily Prophet", "Wizard Weekly", "Quieker", for example, this article describing the life of Sir Nicholas will be published in "Daily Prophet" at the same time superior."

As soon as Ivan's voice fell, the pot below almost exploded.

Nearly Headless Nick's life will appear in the Daily Prophet, an unprecedented honor for a ghost who has been dead for centuries.

Everyone stared straight at Nick with envy and jealousy.

It took a full minute for Nick to react. He looked at Ivan excitedly and thanked him for everything he had done for him. He was so moved.I believe that if he could cry, he would have cried bitterly by now.

Ivan's words helped Nick win the respect of all the ghosts, the Deathday party was back on track, and no one paid attention to Patrick and his Headless Hunting Team.

The ghosts stepped forward to congratulate Nick one by one, and then floated over to surround Ivan, Harry, and Hermione, eagerly asking if there was any vacancy for the job of "Special Correspondent".

Aiwen naturally does not refuse anyone, the more press releases the better.

There are nearly a thousand ghosts here, and they are scattered all over the UK, and that's not all. If they and their friends can be persuaded to help them collect news, the source of manuscripts for "Hogwarts Wizardry" will soon surpass that of "Hogwarts Wizardry". Daily Prophet.

Looking at the enthusiasm of these ghosts, Aiwen is even considering finding someone to record their life stories and various magic research.

However, this task is too large and boring, and ordinary young wizards are simply not competent. Let's wait until we have money and can hire special staff.

Chapter 28 The First Attack

Alvin, Harry, and Hermione were the most popular people at the Deathday party, and the ghosts surrounded them, which took a lot of time.By the time they finally got rid of all the ghosts, everyone's stomachs were rumbling with hunger.

"Incredible, I've never seen such an enthusiastic ghost before!" said Hermione.

"Yeah, they are really annoying." Ivan led the way to the steps leading to the hall. "I'm starving, I hope the pudding hasn't been eaten yet."

"Wait, we should go to Ron first," Harry said. "Wonder if he managed to apologize to Myrtle. Hope it's not too difficult."

"This task is not easy, let's go, he should be in the girls' bathroom at the end of the third floor, I still have something to ask Myrtle." Aiwen rubbed his stomach, "The banquet is about to end, maybe Colin And Ginny remember to bring us something to eat back home."

The three walked up the steps, but Harry staggered to a halt.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"That voice appeared again, did you hear it?" His expression was unnatural.

"What noise?" Hermione froze, watching him.

"It's the cold, murderous voice I told you about a few days ago in Lockhart's office." Harry squinted his eyes and searched up and down the dimly lit hallway, "It's starving. , It's been a long time..."

"Damn it, it's a basilisk!" Ai Wen's heart sank suddenly, "The secret chamber was opened, so Ginny did it, right?!"

"I smell blood, it's going to kill." Harry stared at the dark ceiling, "It's moving upwards, come with me, this way."