People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Myrtle, someone said something bad about you!"

"Are you a primary school student?" Afro shouted in disbelief. She stared at the complaining Peeves with contempt and pointed her trembling finger at him with a grin.

Harry and Hermione each held one of Aphrodite's arms to prevent her from getting angry and beating the ghost in public!

A girl with twin ponytails floated over. Her face was the most melancholy that Afro had ever seen. Even the Internet Depression Music in the middle of the night would obediently step aside when seeing her, respectfully giving up the main seat of emo.

Myrtle floated in front of Aphrodite, her eyes red from crying under a pair of thick round-framed glasses.

"what?"

Aphrodite was about to open her mouth when a dry big hand covered it. Harry gave Hermione a look, and Hermione had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend to be happy to get between Myrtle and Aphrodite, as if they were very familiar with each other.

"Hi, Myrtle. Well, it's nice to see you out of the bathroom."

Peeves suddenly burst into laughter and whispered something in Myrtle's ear.

"They were just talking about you..."

"You look so beautiful today!" Afro took the opportunity to pull down Harry's hand that was covering her mouth and held him down tightly. She stared at Peeves and interrupted him, trying to turn the matter around.

"You're making fun of me!" Myrtle didn't believe Aphrodite's reason. She looked at the others suspiciously. Tears fell from her almost transparent eyes.

"No no, you're really beautiful!"

Afro nudged the three people who were standing there in a daze with her elbow, and Hermione and Harry reacted immediately and echoed her words.

"Yeah yeah!"

"Yes, yes, very beautiful!"

"That's right, that's right!"

The awkward atmosphere was about to overwhelm the group. Afro's toes, hidden in her leather shoes, kept scratching the floor, almost scratching out another Hogwarts.

Never talk about your classmates behind their backs!

"You're lying!" Myrtle's tears flowed down like a flood that broke through a dam! It looked as if she wanted to drown them with her tears!

"You think I don't know what people say about me! Fat, ugly, droopy-headed Moaning Myrtle!"

"You missed one, and there's the dirty one!" Peeves mischievously added the word that Myrtle was most reluctant to mention. He saw Myrtle burst into tears, and the sad howls echoed throughout the hall. Peeves laughed happily.

Soon, the ghosts attending the dinner in the hall discovered what was happening here, and Peeves kept shouting "dirty ghost" in Myrtle's ear.

"Merlin's fish head body stockings!" Afro and the others covered their ears and wailed. The messy scene even attracted the owner Nick.

Nick floated through the crowd and stopped hovering in front of them, "Are you having fun?"

Afro glanced at the crying Myrtle, the naughty child Peeves, the rotten and smelly food... and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, okay." Afro said perfunctorily to Nick.

"The Howling Widow came here specially for me, and she also has a speech. I'll ask the band to stop for a moment." Nick proudly showed off his popularity. He waved to the band next to the stage, and the band put down the instruments they were playing.

"It's unbelievable. I'm happy for you after hearing this!" Afro looked at Nick with burning eyes and continued to speak to him perfunctorily.

Nick left here satisfied with Afro's praise. Afro and others put their heads together to discuss the next plan.

"Should we retreat first?" Ron suggested, the biting cold had already penetrated his body, not to mention that he was now starving. "We should still be able to make it to the dinner in the auditorium."

Aphrodite nodded vigorously in approval, and Harry and Hermione agreed.

They moved quietly towards the gate, smiling and nodding to every ghost who looked at them.

A minute later, four people quickened their pace and walked through the corridor filled with black candles.

"I hope there will be pizza!" Afro's tone was full of expectation. Her big eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth rose a little happily. She pulled Hermione and ran towards the auditorium.

Harry looked at her happy face, and the annoyance he had felt at the death anniversary dinner disappeared. He followed behind her, and each step landed accurately on her shadow.

Afro turned around unexpectedly, and Harry stopped in panic and grabbed Ron beside him.

"what happened?"

"fine!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard. Harry slowed down his pace and slowly stopped.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Hurry up! I'm starving!"

Ron saw that his good friend had stopped again, so he pulled Harry's arm hard and urged him to go faster.

"I heard that voice again!"

Afro raised her eyes and met Harry's again. There was a long and silent pause, as if the air around them had stopped.

"What?" Ron heard Harry say that strange voice for the first time, and he was full of questions. He looked at Hermione and Afro, who did not show any surprise or doubt, and the questions in his head became even bigger.

Why do I feel like I'm being excluded?

"What...did it say?" Afro took a few steps towards Harry, raised her hand, placed it on his shoulder, and rubbed it soothingly.

Harry stared at the black ceiling, his ears moving twice as the sound moved. A feeling of fear and excitement filled his body, making him tremble slightly.

"This way!" Harry ran up the stairs in the direction of the sound, and Afro, who was very close to him, immediately followed.

Ron, who was confused and hadn't followed the train of thought, looked at the three figures running away, stretched out his hand, and tried to persuade them to stay, "Where are you going?"

"Aren't we going to the auditorium to eat?"

"Hello? I'm still here!"

Harry ran to the second floor and pricked up his ears to identify the sound himself. Afro supported his hands on his knees and panted, his eyes following Harry all the time.

"Harry, let's go find Professor McGonagall!"

On the way over, Afro suddenly remembered the plot. Because Harry was standing at the scene, he was framed as the murderer.

Although Tom, the tool that drives the plot forward, has been dealt with by her in advance, who knows what the evil system that temporarily takes over the role of the villain wants to do!

What if it manipulates Harry to open the Chamber of Secrets in front of the teachers and students!

There is no Yellow River here!

Thinking of this, Afro grabbed Harry's wrist, his brows were deep, he looked at the blue-green eyes seriously, and said word by word: "Let's go to the professor for help, don't be impulsive, okay?"

Harry's face was filled with confusion, and his heart was wavering. On the one hand, Avro was right, they should go find the professor. On the other hand, the voice was bloodthirsty, it wanted to kill the little wizard.

He hesitated.