Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 156: The Death Day Party

The cold air brought by the continuous rain began to penetrate from the bottom of the castle, and every step I took made me want to tighten my clothes even more. Fortunately, Sean presciently informed Hermione to wear thicker clothes before they came, otherwise, they would have been shivering.

Turning a corner, Sean heard a sharp and piercing sound, like a shovel scratching back and forth in an iron pan.

"Oh, I'm really starting to regret it now." Hermione muttered, frowning.

Going a few steps forward, Nick, dressed in a black velvet curtain, is welcoming the guests at the door.

"My dear friends," he said with great sadness, "you are welcome... It is a great honor to have you here..."

He took off his feathered hat and bowed them in.

The breaths of Sean and Hermione formed clouds of white mist in front of them. They walked into the classroom that looked like a cold room, and looked around curiously.

It was different from what Sean expected. In the huge classroom, there were less than a hundred ghosts floating around. Most of them were ghosts from Hogwarts Castle, and many of them even chatted with Sean.

On the stage covered with black cloth, several ghosts in formal suits were pulling the saw, and ghosts in twos and threes were waltzing along with harsh 'music'.

"I thought there would be a lot of ghosts." Hermione whispered, avoiding a huge toad ghost.

"That's because, although Nick sent out the invitation, many ghosts who were not in the school declined him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so eager to invite you living people." Someone on the side answered.

Sean turned his head, it was a chubby ghost, his eyes were dull, and he was muffled when he spoke.

"Oh, hello, Edmund." Sean greeted.

Edmund Grubb died in the Victorian period. The cause of death was eating poisonous plums. He died at the main entrance of the Hogwarts restaurant, so he often prevented students from eating in order to vent his anger.

However, the ghost obviously couldn't do anything. After getting used to Edmund's tricks, the students didn't care about it anymore.

Sean and Edmund are quite familiar. Although he often plays pranks, he will also be eager to help the students when they can't find the stairs to the classroom-provided that you don't have a sandwich brought from the cafeteria in your hand.

"Hello, Sean," Edmund greeted him sadly.

"Why didn't the ghosts from other places come over, I mean, you don't have to work, right?" Sean asked curiously.

Edmund floated to the dining table, and sniffed vigorously the stinking salmon on the table.

"You're right, the ghosts don't have a job, and we spend most of our time remembering the past." He seemed to smell a little bit of decay, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, "but the ghosts also have their own premonitions. The Wailing Widow said in a letter to Nick that she feels that the recent is not very peaceful, so she is not going to come from Kent."

"Not peaceful?"

Edmund nodded, and then said indifferently: "This is not the first time, people say it's not peaceful every year, but nothing happened. Besides, can the ghost die again?"

"It makes sense," Hermione agreed with him, and then asked curiously, "Can you really smell like this?"

"A little bit, I can smell a little bit," Edmund directly stuffed his nose into the belly of the salmon, and said vaguely, "It's better than nothing, right? I died late, like Nick and the others who died early, probably have to soak in here for a whole day to smell a little."

After enjoying Edmund for a while, Nick helped him call over, saying that a ghost from other places came to Hogwarts for the first time, and got lost even if he could go through the wall all the way. Nick asked Edmund to help him lead him back.

"Nick is jealous that I can taste delicious food!" As he was leaving, Edmund looked at the maggot-infested salmon reluctantly, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Are there ghosts in the UK who didn't graduate from Hogwarts? Ha, what a poor excuse!"

Shawn and Hermione stood at the edge of the classroom, watching the ghosts keep opening their mouths and passing through all kinds of rotten and burnt food, and both of them took another step back in unison.

The taste is too strong...

Sean pinched his nose, scanned the field, and found a short, fat female ghost.

She was probably the saddest person Sean had ever seen, being teased by Peeves in bright orange. Whenever Peeves threw moldy peanuts on her body, transparent tears flowed from her little eyes.

"Is that Moaning Myrtle?" Sean asked.

Hermione covered her mouth and nodded. She just leaned over to look at Nick's birthday cake and almost spat it out.

Do you want to go over and ask the other party how he died... Xiao En thought to himself.

He had already learned from Hermione that the crying Myrtle had been hiding in the abandoned girls' bathroom. Combined with the information that Hagrid was still expelled, it meant that Riddle probably killed Myrtle and framed it for Hagrid.

However, Riddle is not sure whether he is alive or dead now, and the basilisk in the secret room has never been active at all, so it seems useless to pay attention to these things...

It's impossible for him to subdue the basilisk, right?

When Xiao En subdues magical animals, he often needs to make eye contact with each other.

Feeling the temperature getting lower and lower around him, Sean stomped his feet.

"Should we go?" he whispered.

"I think you're right." Hermione nodded quickly, covering her mouth and nose.

While Nick was having a sad conversation with a ghost, they walked quickly to the door and turned away.

"Let's go faster ~IndoMTL.com~ should be just in time for the last dessert." Sean led the way through the gloomy corridor and walked towards the steps.

Hermione, who was following him, retched, "I'm afraid I can't eat it anymore, why should I go to see that cake... Ouch..."

"You are just too curious." Sean said casually, and then looked forward.

He faltered suddenly, and Hermione bumped into his back.

"What's the matter, Sean—isn't this Mrs. Norris?"

In front of them, a shriveled cat was meowing anxiously at Sean.

"What's wrong?" Sean squatted down.

Although Filch is not very likable, Mrs. Norris at least let him go during Shaun's first-year night tour.

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