This Hogwarts is not normal

Nick, who died on October 1492, 10, was named Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.

He invited many Gryffindor students to the birthday party, but Harry was 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 want to participate, but the energy is really too great.

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

Hermione recalled some unpleasant experiences, "Just put it in the girls' bathroom on the third floor, there will never be any students going there."

"The girls' bathroom?" Fred and George both grinned.

"You've learned badly~"

"Which little girl offended you~"

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

Boys wouldn't go into the girls' bathroom, and girls wouldn't go to the third floor unless they were really in a hurry.

Because there's a misfit ghost over there, sitting in one of the toilet bowls.

She has a bad temper and always splashes water everywhere.

Whenever girls go in, whether they come to use the bathroom or pass by, she will scream and cry.

"It's terrible there." Hermione said with lingering fear: "Professor McGonagall is the only one who hasn't been frightened by her."

Cedric looked at the tightly covered plates on the table, "The ghosts will only smell the rotten food, isn't it cheaper for her?"

"Into Malfoy's bedroom?"

"It will be thrown away in the next second."

"The Batcave!"

"Snape will kill you both."

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

"Just go there." Vincent waved his wand, floating all the plates.

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The third floor of the castle.

Snape's office was dark enough, dreary enough.

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

The floors were wet and the lighting was barely there.

Beneath a large, stained and cracked mirror was a row of stone pools whose surface had peeled off.

Water was constantly flowing from the full pool, and several copper faucets were open on it.

"Merlin's big pants!" Rove tightened his pajamas, "This ghostly place is more eerie than the Batcave."

"That's right." Cedric shivered, "If I were a girl, I'd rather hold back than come here."

"It's so scary." George just stepped on the water stains on the ground, when suddenly there was a scream with an echo.

"Ah, ah, ah, a bunch of bad kids, get the hell out of here!"

Fred trotted to the far left corner compartment, "Hey, how about we put our stuff in there?"

The scream came from here.

As soon as his hand touched the compartment door, a large stream of water gushed out from it.

Vincent's reaction was quick.

When the water droplets were about to pour down, they were all frozen in midair.

"That's a bad idea."

Fred pushed open the door, "Not necessarily~"

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

"You have never considered my feelings - even if I die, you still refuse to let me go!"

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

"Bad boys, you got your wish—"

White light passed through his body and came to the bottom of the ceiling, "Yes, I am the Weeping Myrtle in your mouths, please get out of here now!"

Myrtle was short and stocky, in her baggy school gown.

Her face was covered with acne, she wore thick glasses and her long straight black hair was tied into double ponytails.

This was the first time Hermione saw her, and the five boys did the same.

Cedric was about to retreat quietly when Myrtle, who was floating in the air, suddenly flew down.

"You have a handsome face for nothing!"

Both Fred and George laughed unkindly.

The remaining three couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh!" Myrtle didn't even look at the twins, but focused 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 laughed, and Hermione laughed too.

Cedric burst out laughing.

Vincent felt a little lack of oxygen.

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

He pointed sinisterly at Cedric, who laughed the most. "Weeping Myrtle, isn't it? Actually, this handsome guy brought us here."

"Really?" Myrtle floated back.

Cedric desperately wanted to be rough.

Didn't he just laugh a little louder, why did he have to push him into the fire pit?

All friends!

"I'm not, I didn't—"

"It's him!" Fred and George pointed at him together.

"Ah—yes." Rove nodded blankly.

Myrtle looked at Hermione, her large eyes under thick spectacles seemed to be thinking about something.

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

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

"No, you have." Myrtle circled her, her eyes fixed on Cedric's face.

"I remember it well, it was the second day of school, and the fifth day and—"

"Did I tell you!" Hermione blushed, "That's not me at all!"

The five boys didn't dare to take a breath.

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

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

She almost pressed her cheek to her cheek, "They all said you brought them here, didn't they?"

Cedric tilted his head back vigorously, "It's sort of."

Myrtle walked over, "You are the first student who came to me, so—"

She lowered her head shyly, "Then what's the matter for you to come here to find me?"

Vincent winked at him hard.

Take advantage of this golden opportunity, food can all be kept in this safe place.

After two weeks, they become a favorite of the ghosts.

Cedric, who was cursing inwardly, continued to lean back.

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

ghost?

This is not embarrassing him.

"This—this—is actually something I want to ask you for."

"I promise!" Myrtle replied in seconds, "No matter what your request is, I can satisfy you."

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

"I misunderstood you just now, so you muster up the courage to speak out."

Not only the twins and Rove were hinting at him, but even Hermione, who was still angry, was giving him winks.

Five against one, no choice.

If time could be turned back, Cedric would definitely choose to be a good man.

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