This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Nick, who died on October 31, 1492, was Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. ♚♞ ♦ ♦

He invited many Gryffindor students to attend the death party, but Harry was always the only one who agreed.

Vincent and the others go to the kitchen every night, so of course they know what food the ghosts like.

Although I really wanted to participate, I was really too motivated.

At the request of the house elf Pappa, the six little ones decided to move all the food to a more suitable place.

Hermione thought of some unpleasant experiences and said, "Just put it in the girls' bathroom on the third floor. No students will go there."

"Girls' bathroom?" Fred and George both smiled evilly.

"You've learned too much~"

"Which little girl offended you~"

"It's not what you think!" She briefly introduced this place.

Boys will not go into the girls' bathroom, and girls generally won't go to the third floor unless they are really in a hurry.

Because there's an unsociable ghost over there, staying in one of the toilet bowls.

She has a bad temper and always spills water everywhere.

Whenever girls go in, whether they are coming to use the toilet or passing by, she will scream and cry.

"It's too scary there." Hermione said with lingering fear: "Probably the only one who has not been scared by her is Professor McGonagall."

Cedric looked at the tightly covered dishes on the table, "The ghosts will only smell the rotten smell of food. Wouldn't it be an advantage for her to do so?"

"Put it in Malfoy's dormitory?"

"It will be thrown away the next second."

"The Batcave!"

"Snape will kill you both."

Fred and George thought about it and couldn't think of a better place.

"Just go there." Vincent waved his wand, making all the dishes levitate.

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The third floor of the castle.

Snape's office was dark and dreary enough.

But the girls' bathroom here is a darker and more depressing place.

The floor was wet and the lights were almost non-existent and dim.

Under a large stained and cracked mirror, there is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces.

Water is constantly flowing from the full pool, and several copper faucets are open above.

"Merlin's big pants!" Rolf tightened his pajamas, "This ghost place is more spooky and terrifying than the Batcave."

"That's right." Cedric shuddered, "If I were a girl, I would rather hold it in than come here."

"It's so scary." As soon as George stepped on the water stains on the ground, an echoing scream suddenly sounded.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh happening happening happening here!"

Fred jogged over to the far left corner stall, "Hey, what do you say we put our stuff in there?"

The screams came from here.

As soon as his hand touched the compartment door, a large ball of water spurted out from inside.

Vincent's reaction was quick.

When the water drops were about to pour down, they were all frozen in mid-air.

"This is a bad idea."

Fred opened the door, "Not necessarily~"

A high-pitched scream came from the gap in the open door:

"You have never considered my feelings - even if I die, you still won't let me go!"

Fred, who was closest, saw a white light on the toilet bowl, and then felt the surrounding temperature drop a little.

"Bad boys, you got your wish, right?"

The white light passed through his body and came to the bottom of the ceiling, "Yes, I am the Moaning Myrtle in your mouth, please leave here now!"

Myrtle was short and chubby, wearing a large school robe.

Her face is covered with acne, she wears thick glasses, and her long, straight black hair is tied into twin tails.

This was the first time Hermione had seen her, and the same for the five boys.

Just as Cedric was about to exit quietly, Myrtle suddenly flew down while floating in the air.

"You have a handsome face for nothing!"

Fred and George both laughed unkindly.

The remaining three couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Myrtle didn't even look at the twins, her eyes were on Vincent.

"I know you, Wayne, who bullied Peeves!"

She flew over and circled around several times, "It looks pretty good, but unfortunately it's not my type."

Rolf smiled, and so did Hermione.

Cedric burst into laughter.

Vincent felt a little lack of oxygen.

To put it bluntly, Myrtle just likes the boy-next-door style.

He pointed conspiratorially at Cedric, who was smiling the brightest, "Moaning Myrtle, right? It was actually this handsome young man who brought us here."

"Really?" Myrtle floated back.

Cedric wanted to cum so bad.

Why did you have to push him into the fire pit if he wasn't just laughing a little too loudly?

Friends are gone!

"I'm not, I didn't-"

"That's him!" Fred and George both pointed at him.

"Ah - yes." Luofu nodded blankly.

Myrtle looked at Hermione, her big eyes under the thick lenses seemed to be thinking about something.

"I remember you! When school first started last year, you always came over here and sobbed quietly!"

Hermione clenched her fists, "I didn't!"

"No, you did." Myrtle circled around her, her eyes focused on Cedric's face.

"I remember it very clearly, it was the second day of school, and the fifth day and--"

"Did I say that!" Hermione's little face flushed, "That wasn't me at all!"

The five boys didn't dare to breathe.

After knowing each other for so long, it was the first time they saw her so angry.

"You're lying." Myrtle floated back to Cedric.

She was almost face to face, "They all said you brought them here, right?"

Cedric's head kept leaning back, "I guess so."

Myrtle came over, "You are the first student who took the initiative to come to me, so--"

She lowered her head a little shyly, "So you came here to find me, is there something?"

Vincent winked at him hard.

Taking advantage of this great opportunity, the food can be placed in this safe place.

After two weeks, they will become the favorites of ghosts.

Cedric, cursing in his heart, continued to lean back.

He was the one who got the password, and he was the one who agreed to date the girls.

Ghost?

Isn't this embarrassing him?

"This - this - actually I have something to ask you."

"I promise!" Myrtle replied immediately, "No matter what you ask, I can satisfy you."

Her little face, which was close at hand and a little shy, almost made Cedric fall to the ground.

"I misunderstood you just now, just muster up the courage to say it."

Not only the twins and Rolf were hinting at him, but even the still angry Hermione was winking at him.

Five to one, no choice.

If time could go back, Cedric would definitely choose to be a good person.

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