Dudley now knew where the uncomfortable voice came from.

That voice is actually the soundtrack here.

Is this music?

He frowned and turned to leave, but Harry stopped him shivering.

"I didn't expect you to react so much to such a voice," Harry looked down and smiled horribly, "I'm sorry! ”

"Harry......" Dudley said earnestly, "do we have to kill like this? Killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred is not interesting, is it?"

"Oh~" Harry raised an eyebrow, "Let's go in and have a look." He grabbed Dudley's arm tightly and walked inside.

Harry also felt that he couldn't stay here, and his hands and feet were cold and he had to walk to warm up.

He had the idea of going back, to the warmth of the auditorium for a Halloween feast that would delight him.

But as soon as he saw Dudley shivering, he instantly felt the motivation to stay, as if he was full of energy.

"Be careful! Don't pass through other people's bodies!" Ron crossed his arms and hit a spirit, although he didn't feel it when he was passed through his body, he couldn't stand it mentally.

They walked slowly around the edge of the dance hall, past a group of sullen nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat friar......

In the corner is a Hufflepuff ghost, with a lively and cheerful temperament, chatting with a knight with an arrow stuck in his head.

The Bloody Barrow also came to the feast, he was skinny, his eyes were straight, and his body was stained with silver blood.

He was the loneliest of the whole feast, all around him empty, and all the ghosts avoided him.

It's a ghost with a story, but it's a pity that Dudley doesn't have any alcohol at the moment.

"Oops!" Hermione shouted suddenly, and she sprang behind Dalli.

Dudley looked around and there was nothing special, he tilted his head and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's Myrtle......" she tugged at Dudley's clothes, "Let's go back, Harry, Ron, quick! I don't want to talk to a crying Myrtle." ”

They hurried back the way they came.

Harry asked suspiciously, "Who's Myrtle?"

"A ghost with a strange personality who stays in a toilet in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Hermione said.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Stay in the flush toilet?"

There is still a ghost of this hobby.

"That's right, you heard me right......," Hermione seemed to recall something horrible, "Myrtle likes to lose her temper and spills water all over the toilet, so that toilet breaks down all year round." If someone goes to the toilet on the second floor, she'll suddenly appear and scream at you. ”

Dudley was deep in thought, so had Hermione been baptized with toilet water?

They came to the other side of the basement classroom.

In the distance there was a long table, covered with black goose down, on which was the food was placed.

Harry and Ron were overjoyed.

"Aren't you hungry?" asked Hermione, as Harry and Ron were already trotting over.

"Hungry ......," Dudley paused, "what good things can be in the territory of a group of ghosts." ”

Hermione nodded nonethelessly.

There is indeed food on the table, and there is a lot of variety.

There were large pieces of rotten meat on beautiful silver plates, and small, black, charred cakes stacked on large trays, and maggot-filled lamb tripe, and green-haired cheese that looked like a turtle from afar.

In the center of the table is a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which is spelled out with tar-like icing.

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, died on 31 October 1492.

"Tsk, didn't you just want to enjoy the food when you ran so fast," Dudley nudged the stunned Harry, "Go eat, no one is robbing you!"

Then a fat ghost approached the table, and he crouched down and passed directly through the middle of the table, his mouth wide open, just past a large stinking salmon.

Dudley was stupid in an instant, this is here to smash the field!

"Isn't there anyone here... The ghost is coming," Harry gave Dudley a blank look, then looked at the fat ghost and asked, "Can you taste it if you walk through it like this?"

"Pretty much. The ghost said sadly, turning and drifting away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make it smell stronger. Hermione said insightfully, covering her nose and leaning forward to take a closer look at the rotting meat belly.

Dudley looked at Hermione in disgust, it was because of how abnormal the brain circuits were to choose to look at these things that could be considered food up close.

"You've managed to disgust me. ”

"Again, let's go. Ron said.

A short male ghost suddenly emerged from under the table and hovered in front of them.

The sudden appearance of the ghost startled Hermione and threw her body backwards.

If Dudley hadn't reacted quickly to support Hermione, I was afraid that Hermione would have changed from a top student to a school fool in the future......

Dudley was a little surprised, he didn't expect to see Peeves here.

Know that Peeves does not belong to the ranks of ghosts, but to a kind of spirit.

He was born out of the oppressive spirit unleashed by the students at Hogwarts.

As a result, the ghosts in Hogwarts do not recognize Peeves as one of them.

"Would you like a little?" Peeves said sweetly, handing them a bowl of moldy peanuts.

"You eat slowly, it's time for us to go. Dudley pushed Harry and the others away.

As we all know, where Peeves are around, bad things happen.

"Wait," Peeves shouted, but Dudley didn't stop, he flew over and stopped in front of them.

He took a deep breath and yelled, "Myrtle! I hear someone talking about you, poor Myrtle!"

"Don't... Don't, Peeves, don't tell her what I'm saying, she'll be upset. Hermione whispered eagerly.

The ghost of a short, stocky girl, with long straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses, and a somber face that rivaled Snape's.

"Don't tell me anything?"

"Myrtle, we're meeting again. Hermione pretended to be pleasant, "Nice to see you outside the bathroom." ”

Myrtle snorted, stared at Hermione and asked, "Don't tell me anything?"

Hermione stood there, a little overwhelmed.

Dudley just wants to give Myrtle a thumbs up, she has the potential to be a repeater.

"Miss Granger doesn't want to tell you what she just said about you," Peeves said slyly in Myrtle's ear.