Chapter 138 Sure Enough, There Is Something Interesting to Watch!

Chapter 139 There is indeed something good to watch!

The venue for the ghost banquet is relatively fixed. In the corridor leading to the underground classroom, there is a very narrow passage going down.

When a group of people walked through this path that was only for one person, Ron complained: "They might as well just block the passage. They can go directly through the wall anyway."

Hermione said disapprovingly: "Ron, don't you think this is interesting? It feels... like Alice in Hell."

Who roamed where? Ron looked confused. He had only watched "The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Migs" and "Dragon Ball".

The aisle leading to the party was also lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant: they were all dark, thin little candles.

When burning, it glows with blue light and looks eerie. The temperature dropped with every step they took.

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. He was shivering and wrapped 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. The sound was so heart-breaking.

"What is this? The music of ghosts?" Harry asked quietly.

Malfoy snorted. With his pale face and fangs, and illuminated by candles, he had already left the category of cosplayers and directly surpassed the real owner.

"Is that called music?" Malfoy said disdainfully: "Even the sound made by Muggles using violins to saw wood is better than this."

They turned a corner and saw an almost headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

Nick seemed surprised when he saw them, but when he learned that they wanted to come to the party, he became extremely happy.

But when a few ghosts hold a death anniversary party, there are no living people willing to attend.

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

He took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited them in.

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

The underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky-white, translucent figures, most of them wandering around the overcrowded dance floor, waltzing and playing music to the terrifying and trembling sounds of thirty musical saws. Saw's band was sitting on the stage covered in black cloth.

A thousand candles were lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue light. Their breath formed a cloud of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a refrigerator.

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

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

Everyone nodded in agreement, and they walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, passing a group of sullen nuns and a ragged man in chains.

They also saw the Fat Friar: a Hufflepuff ghost with a cheerful personality who was chatting with a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead.

The Bloody Barrow was also there. He was as skinny as a stick, and his body was covered with silver blood stains. Other ghosts were making a large space for him, while their eyes were staring straight at a ghost in the distance.

That was Helena, also known as Ms. Gray. She looked cold and indifferent. It seemed that nothing was worthy of her attention. It seemed that coming to the banquet was just polite.

"Oh, crap," Hermione suddenly stopped and turned around, turned around, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle - "

But it was already too late. As a junior among ghosts, Myrtle had only been dead for 50 years. The ghosts had no common language with her at all, so she was always bored. When she saw familiar people, she immediately pounced on them.

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

"open!"

Myrtle stopped in front of them, put her index finger in her mouth, looked at Malfoy and Harry boldly, and looked at Malfoy and Harry, ignoring Ron:

"Oh, these two handsome guys."

Zhang Xiao interrupted her directly:

"No, they are still children." (Malfoy and Harry raised their chests: We are not!)

Myrtle sighed regretfully, and then quickly thought of something:

"Soon, it only takes a few years. What I don't lack most is time."

She quickly switched roles and acted as a tour guide. For the bored ghosts, they were happy to do anything interesting and time-killing.

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

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

They stepped forward curiously, then stopped in horror. The smell was so bad.

Huge chunks of rotting meat were served on handsome silver platters, dark, charred cakes were piled on large trays;

There was also a generous amount of maggot-infested haggis and a slab of cheese covered in green hair.

In the center of the table stood a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing spelling out the following words: Sir Nicholas de Minsey-Popington died on October 31, 1492.

At this time, a fat ghost walked towards the table. He squatted down and passed directly through the middle of the table with his mouth wide open, just passing through a stinking salmon.

Zhang Xiao frowned and asked Myrtle, "Can you taste it if you pass through it directly like this?"

Myrtle said sadly, "Almost, there is actually no taste."

"I guess they let the food rot to make the taste stronger." Hermione said very knowledgeably. She covered her nose and leaned forward to take a closer look at the rotten meat stuffing.

Can't taste it? Zhang Xiao suddenly had a bold idea. Should I try it?

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

The West doesn't seem to have the culture of sending cold food to ghosts, but the East is good at it! Who doesn't burn incense and send something to their deceased relatives and ancestors?

The formal Taoist rituals are all in the rituals of fasting and offering sacrifices. His father did not teach him. He could only follow the rituals he had seen in his previous life and in the movies.

He let Myrtle float in front of him, asked about his date of birth, drew a useless talisman to comfort his soul and guide him, and casually turned a brick into a brazier.

He put a few snacks, small biscuits and the like on a few plates, which were all small snacks that he usually put in his Qiankun bag.

He picked up the wooden sword and waved it casually a few times. With a point of the sword tip, three incense sticks immediately burned, and the curling green smoke was in a spiral shape. When it reached a certain height, it immediately became straight.

With another point, a big fire was also lit in the brazier. The talisman with the birth date was thrown in. It was time to pour wine. Zhang Xiao hesitated for a moment and changed it to milk. He didn't know if it would work.

Anyway, everyone went to the grave like this, saying that ghosts could eat it.

A large group of ghosts had unknowingly surrounded them. For them, having fun was their only pursuit.

These things Zhang Xiao made, whether before or after his death, were all things that these ghosts had never seen before.

Myrtle looked at Zhang Xiao busying around with a confused look on her face, and asked blankly:

"Zhang, what are you doing?"

Malfoy, who had seen Zhang Xiao's work once before in Quirrell, said in a sad tone:

"Don't talk, Zhang is holding a memorial service for you."

Memorial service? But I've been dead for fifty years?

Harry, Hermione, and Ron also had serious faces, standing in a row with heavy and sad expressions like attending a funeral, lowering their heads slightly, but their eyes were communicating privately quickly.

Malfoy was right! Following Zhang here will indeed lead to interesting things happening!

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

But how should he shout now?

After thinking for a long time, he still shouted in Chinese with the attitude of being useful but not shouting:

"Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, I'm sending you something. Eat and drink well, and then give it to the neighbors." No, no, this is not a cemetery, where are the neighbors.

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"If you need anything, ask the pony in the bed next to me in your dream, remember to bless me." Bless what!

Always felt that something was missing, Zhang Xiao smacked his lips, as if he was about to cry or something.

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

They exclaimed in surprise 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 trace of disbelief appeared on her round face.

She followed the smell to the three incense sticks and sniffed the rising green smoke hard.

This is a taste that I haven't felt for a long time.

"Myrtle, these are the cookies that mom just baked. Are they delicious?

Wait a minute, there are more! Mom baked a lot."

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

You will go to school tomorrow, so get along well with your classmates there."

"Take these cookies with you, and remember to share them with your friends when you make friends."

The Sorting Hat shouted "Ravenclaw!"

"Ugly, four-eyed girl, go to hell! You mudblood! Who wants to eat the cookies 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 have a good sleep.

Tomorrow is another beautiful day!"

This smell is the wind of Hogwarts and the Ravenclaw Tower. Books are the home in memory.

Myrtle was like petrified. She was stunned in the air, and milky white tears came out of her eyes. Unlike when she cried normally, her tears showed a shining brilliance.

Mom, I seem to have forgotten many things after I became a ghost. I forgot how she cried when she saw my corpse, and I forgot to go and see if she was okay.

I only remember that I hated her so much, and I wanted to take revenge on the person who laughed at me.

I forgot that someone was missing me. Myrtle's lips moved slightly twice, and she suddenly burst into a heart-wrenching cry, turned around and rushed towards the wall.

Even though fifty years have passed

I want to go home and see.

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