After leaving the washroom, Cedric looked like a walking corpse.
Not only had he sold his soul to the Slytherin girls, but he had also sold it to the most antisocial ghost.
Moaning Myrtle's condition was simple: he only had to visit her more often, preferably to spend a pleasant...
"Pfft—hahahahaha—" Fred and George clutched their stomachs as they laughed.
Cedric's blank gaze swept over the two of them.
This was blatant revenge.
"Don't be like that." Vincent struggled to hold back his laughter. "He's already miserable enough. Don't kick him while he's down."
"Hehehe—" Cedric let out a chilly laugh.
Rolf was having just as much trouble suppressing his laughter. "Don't worry. I'll take what just happened to the grave."
Cedric's cold eyes gleaming with menace turned toward him.
Although Hermione sympathized with him, that did not stop her from landing a fatal blow.
"Cedric, I heard Lavender and the others say—they said Moaning Myrtle seems to have a habit of peeping. You'd better—"
She could not bear to say the rest.
But the first half alone was enough to drive Cedric mad.
"AAAAAHHHH—Even if I die, I'm dragging all of you down with me!"
The moment he said that, the other five fled in all directions.
"Stop right there!" He burst forth with unprecedented speed.
Vincent, who was running in front, glanced back and immediately cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself in fright.
Rolf, who was second, and Hermione, who was last, did the same.
Fred and George had not brought an Invisibility Cloak.
So the two of them suffered a tragedy.
In the middle of the night, the entire castle echoed with the curses of the three boys.
Vincent generously took on the Snape raid.
Rolf went to lure over Filch, while Hermione stood by with the