Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 139 Sure enough, there is a good show to watch!

The location of the ghost banquet is relatively fixed. In the corridor leading to the underground classroom, there is a very narrow downward passage.

When a group of people walked through this path that only one person could pass through, Ron complained: "They should just block the passage, anyway, they can go straight through the wall."

Hermione said disapprovingly, "Ron, don't you think this is interesting? It kind of... feels like Alice roaming hell."

Who roamed where?Ron looked blank. He had only seen "The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miggs" and "Dragon Ball".

The passage leading to the party, too, was already lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant: they were all dark, thin candles.

When it was burning, it shone with blue light, making it look gloomy.With every step they took, the temperature dropped.

Harry thought it was a good thing that his body was covered with 'werewolf hair', because Ron, who was dressed as a ghoul, had put on an extra black robe outside, and was already trembling, wrapping his clothes tightly, almost Stretch yourself into a mummy.

At this time, he heard a sound, as if a thousand fingernails were scraping back and forth on a huge blackboard, it sounded so painful.

"What's this? The music of the ghosts?" Harry asked softly.

Malfoy snorted, with a pale face and fangs, and being illuminated by a candle, he had already left the category of cosplay and directly surpassed the true master.

"That's called music?" Malfoy said disdainfully, "Even the sound made by Muggles sawing wood with violins is better than this."

They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in black velvet.

Nick looked surprised to see them together, but was extremely happy to know that they wanted to come to the party.

But when the ghosts are holding the death-day party, there are not many living people who are willing to attend.

"Welcome, welcome to come, I'm so happy"

He took off his feathered hat and bowed them in.

Uh, is this the scene of a group of demons dancing wildly?Zhang Xiao twitched the corner of his mouth.

The dungeon was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of whom roamed the crowded dance floor, waltzing and playing music to the eerie, quivering sounds of thirty musical saws. Saw's band sat on a black-clothed stage.

A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue glow.Their breath formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold room.

Zhang Xiao felt that his DNA was moving, and couldn't help but want to take out the mahogany sword, and shouted something urgent like a law.

"Shall we take a look around?" Hermione's two furry paws were like two big gloves. She was not too cold, but she was full of interest in this party.

Nodding yes, they walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, past a group of sullen nuns and a ragged man in chains.

They also saw the Fat Friar: a Hufflepuff ghost, with a jovial disposition, chatting with a knight with an arrow in his forehead.

The bloody Barrow was also there. He was as thin as a stick, and his body was covered with silver bloodstains. Other ghosts were making room for him, and his eyes were fixed on a ghost in the distance.

That was Helena, that is, Ms. Gray. She looked indifferent, as if there was nothing worthy of her attention, and it seemed that coming to the banquet was just a courtesy.

"Oh, shit," said Hermione, stopping suddenly, turning around, turning around, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle—"

But it was already too late. Myrtle, as the younger generation among the ghosts, died only 50 years ago. The ghosts had no common language with her at all, so she was always bored, and immediately pounced upon seeing familiar people.

Hermione wanted to dodge subconsciously, but Myrtle completely ignored her and rushed towards Zhang Xiao.

"open!"

Myrtle stopped in front of them, put her index finger in her mouth, looked shy but actually looked at Malfoy and Harry boldly, and skipped Ron:
"Oh, these two handsome boys."

Zhang Xiao interrupted her directly:
"No, he's still a kid" (Malfoy Harry holds his head up: we're not!)
Myrtle sighed regretfully, and then quickly thought of something else:
"Soon, it only takes a few years. The last thing I need is time."

She quickly switched roles, acting as a tour guide, anything fun and time-killing for the bored ghosts.

"Look, those are ghost food?" Ron asked curiously.

Looking in the direction he pointed, there was a long table covered with black velvet.

They walked forward curiously, and then stopped in horror, the smell was too bad.

Great hunks of rotting flesh on handsome silver platters, black, charred cakes on great trays;

There was also a mass of maggot-infested haggis, and a piece of cheese covered in green hair.

In the very center of the table stood a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which the words were spelled out in tar-like icing: Sir Nicholas Demisy-Poppington Died October 1492, 10.

Then a fat ghost approached the table, crouched down, and walked straight through the middle of the table, his mouth open, just right through a stinking salmon.

Zhang Xiao frowned, and asked Myrtle, "Can you taste the flavor if you go straight through like this?"

Myrtle said sadly, "It's about the same, it doesn't have any taste"

"I guess they let the food rot to make the flavor stronger," said Hermione wisely, clutching her nose as she leaned forward to examine the rotting haggis.

Can't taste it?Zhang Xiao suddenly had a bold idea, do you want to try it?

He took out incense paper money from the bag, paper figurines, fruit plate of rice, bowls and wooden chopsticks, and a bottle of Yanghe Daqu, basically the same set he gave to Quirrell last time.

The West seems to have no culture of giving cold food to ghosts, but the East is good at it!Who doesn't burn incense and give something to the deceased relatives and ancestors?

The formal Taoist ceremonies are all included in the Rites of Zhaijiao, and my father didn't teach them, so he can only speciously follow the ones in his previous life when he went to the grave and in the movies.

He let Myrtle float in front of him, asked about the date of birth, drew a talisman that was useless to guide the soul, and turned a brick into a brazier at random.

Put a few snacks on several plates, small biscuits and the like, all of which are small snacks that are usually placed in the Qiankun bag.

Picking up the wooden sword and waving it casually a few times, pointing at the tip of the sword, the three sticks of incense immediately burned, and the green smoke curled up in a spiral shape, and immediately became straight after reaching a certain height.

With another finger, a big fire ignited in the brazier, and the talisman with the birth date was thrown into it. Next, it was time to pour the wine. Zhang Xiao hesitated for a while, but replaced it with milk, not sure if it would work.

Anyway, everyone goes to the grave like this, saying that ghosts can eat it.

A large group of ghosts have unconsciously surrounded them, and for them, having fun is the only pursuit.

The things that Zhang Xiao made, whether they were alive or after, were never seen by these ghosts.

Myrtle looked at Zhang Xiao busy here with a confused face, and asked blankly:

"Zhang, what are you doing here?"

Malfoy, who had seen Zhang Xiao do it once in Quilo, said in a sad tone:
"Don't talk, Zhang is holding a memorial service for you."

Chase. Memorial?But I have been dead for 50 years?

Harry, Hermione, and Ron also had serious faces, lined up in a row with heavy and sad expressions like attending a funeral, with their heads slightly lowered, but their eyes communicated quickly in private.

Malfoy was right!If you follow Zhang over here, interesting things will happen!

At this point, Zhang Xiao has a headache again. According to the customs of her previous life, she should say something at this moment, telling them that the younger generation came to see you and brought you something.

But how should I shout now?
After thinking about it for a long time, I still shouted in Chinese with the attitude of being useful and not shouting twice:
"Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, here's something for you. Eat and drink for yourself, and give it to your neighbors." No, no, this is not a cemetery, where are the neighbors.

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"If you need anything, give me the dream of my little Mato in the next bed, remember to bless." Bless what!

Feeling almost something, Zhang Xiao smacked his lips, as if he almost cried or something.

Green smoke curled up, and when Zhang Xiao finished speaking, the fire in the brazier suddenly ignited, a circle of ghosts stretched their necks, and Nick's head almost fell off again.

They let out bursts of exclamation and applauded enthusiastically, but there was no applause, probably because they regarded Zhang Xiao's behavior as a performance.

Myrtle was confused for a while, and suddenly she sniffed, and a look of disbelief appeared on her round face.

She followed the smell to the three sticks of incense, and sniffed the rising smoke vigorously.

This is a taste that I have never felt for how long I can't remember.
"Myrtle, these are the cookies my mother just baked, are they delicious?
Slow down, there is more!Mom baked a lot. "

"My daughter is a wizard! Mom is so proud of you!

I’m going to school tomorrow, so get along well with your classmates when you go there.”

"You take these biscuits with you, remember to share them with your friends when you make friends"

The Sorting Hat yells "Ravenclaw!"

"Ugly, four-eyed girl, go to hell! You mudblood! Who wants to eat biscuits baked by your Muggle mother."

"My daughter is not ugly, she is the cutest girl in my heart, mom will pour you a glass of milk, drink it and sleep well.

Another beautiful day tomorrow! "

This smell is the wind of Hogwarts and the book of Ravenclaw Tower is the home of memory.

Myrtle seemed to be petrified, she was fixed in the air in a daze, and milky white tears leaked from her eyes, unlike when she cried loudly like usual, her tears showed a shining brilliance.

Mom, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things after I became a ghost. I forgot how she cried when she faced my dead body, and I forgot to see if she was okay.

I just remember that I hated so much and wanted revenge on the person who laughed at me.

I forgot that someone was thinking of me, Myrtle moved her lips twice, and suddenly burst into a heart-piercing cry, turned around and rushed towards the wall.

Even though 50 years have passed
I want to go home and have a look.

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(End of this chapter)