"Oh, oops. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Hermione stopped suddenly, "Turn around, hurry, I don't want to talk to the crying myrtle." ”

"The myrtle who kept crying in the women's restroom, and then broke the pipes so that the whole toilet was full of water?" asked Louis curiously.

"You know that, have you been?" asked Hermione in surprise, knowing that it was the women's bathroom, and Louis was a man, he would know so.

Harry and Ron also looked at Louis with strange eyes, as if he were a pervert.

The corners of Louis's mouth twitched and said, "What do you mean I've been there, has Linda complained to me?" If it really spreads that Louis secretly ran to the women's bathroom, then he still wants to see anyone.

Looking at the little maid who was secretly smiling on the side, Louis hurriedly said, "Linda, don't be patronizing and laughing." You can also say a few words and help me explain. ”

"Whatever the young master says, it's all right, isn't it, young master?" said the little maid very seriously.

"............" Louis. Are you trying to explain it to him? Are you sure you're not cheating on him.......

"Hey, where is the table, I think it's time for us to go get some food. Harry deliberately changed the subject. After all, Louis's face was getting darker and darker, and if he went crazy, Harry would feel very sorry for Nick, who was almost headless.

Louis glanced at Harry appreciatively, he was bullied since he was a child, and his ability to read words and emotions was still good.

But before they could reach the table, they were forced to stop. It's not that someone is holding them back, it's that the smell is just too bad. I saw large pieces of rotten meat on the beautiful silver plate on the table, and the black baked charcoal-like cake in a large tray...... If that's a cake, there's plenty of lamb belly covered with maggots, and a piece of cheese covered in green hairs......... Merlin's beard.....

In the middle of the table is a huge gray cake.......... Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a tombstone, because it is exactly the same shape as the tombstone, and it is spelled out with something unknown above: Sir Nicholas de Mimci-Boltington - died October 31, 1492.

If anyone dares to say that this is not a tombstone, Louis will definitely give him a spell to sober him up.

Louis, they were all dumbfounded. It was a fat ghost floating towards the table, and he deliberately half-crouched from one side of the table to the other, from rotting pieces of meat to stinking salmon.

"Can you taste the taste of it if you walk through it like this?" asked Harry, very ghostly.

"Pretty much. The fat ghost said with some sadness.

"I guess they deliberately let the food rot so that it tastes a little stronger," Hermione said insightfully, even covering her nose and looking closer to the rotting lamb belly, so that they all had a new assessment of Hermione's curiosity.

"They're wasting food, and highly rotten food is prone to viruses and making people sick. The little maid frowned and said that she was in a different mood than Hermione's desire to know everything, and that it was a wasteful and useless thing for her to do.

However, Louis still preferred the little maid to Hermione, after all, not everyone can go out of their way to observe the rotting food like Hermione.

"Let's hurry up, I'm sick. Ron muttered that he couldn't stand it anymore, it was cold and hungry, and there was so much rotting food.

But before they could turn away, a short male ghost suddenly emerged from under the table, and he floated in mid-air staring at them.

"Hello, Peeves. Harry greeted cautiously.

Peeves is a prankster who is not translucent like the other ghosts who come to the birthday party. Quite the opposite, he wears an orange party hat with a swirling bow and a smile that wants to make someone miserable.

"Would you like to have some?" asked Peeves, sweetly, as he pulled out a handful of moldy peanuts.

"No, thank you. Hermione said quickly.

Looking at the little maid who had taken a step back because of the frightened peanut, Louis stood in front of Peeves, he drew his wand and said in an unhappy tone, "Peeves, go play, don't force me to teach you a lesson." ”

"Isn't this the little young master of the Pendragon family? With that, he bent down and performed a standard of etiquette.

"Peeves, if you're interested, just walk away for me. Louis said with a frown.

"Of course, these little imps should be glad that the little master of the Pendragon family is here. Peeves said with a wicked smile, and then he floated in the direction of Myrtle, smashing the moldy peanut in his hand desperately, as if he wanted to use all his bad thoughts on Myrtle.