Nick, who died on October 31, 1492, was full name Sir Nicholas de Minsey- Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.
He invited many Gryffindor students to the Stardust Memorial Party, but only Harry ever agreed.
Vincent and his friends went to the kitchen every night, so they knew what kind of food the ghosts liked.
Although I really wanted to participate, the energy was just too much.
At the request of the House-elf Papa, the six little ones decide to move all the food to a more suitable place.
Hermione recalled some unpleasant experiences, "Let's put it in the girls' restroom on the third floor, there's definitely no student going there."
"The girls' restroom?" Fred and George both grinned mischievously.
"You've gone astray!"
"Which little girl offended you?"
"It's not what you think!" she briefly explained the place.
Boys don't go into the girls' restrooms, and girls generally don't go to the third floor unless they're really in a hurry.
Because there's a loner there, staying in one of the toilets.
She has a terrible temper and always spills water everywhere.
Whenever girls enter, whether they're going to the toilet or just passing by, she'll scream and cry.
"That place was terrifying," Hermione said, still shaken. "Professor McGonagall was probably the only one who wasn't scared by her."
Cedric glanced at the table full of covered dishes. "The ghosts will only smell the rotting food. Isn't this just letting her off easy?"
"Put it in Malfoy's bedroom?"
"It'll probably be thrown away in the next second."
"Bat Cave!"
"Snape will kill you both."
Fred and George racked their brains but couldn't think of a better place.
"Let's go there." Vincent waved his wand, causing all the plates to float up.
The third floor of the castle.
Snape's office was already dark and gloomy enough.
But the girls' restrooms here are even darker and more gloomy places.
The floor was wet, and the lighting was dim, almost nonexistent.
Beneath a large, stained, and cracked mirror is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces.
Water was constantly flowing down from the full pool, and several brass faucets were open.
"Merlin's big shorts!" Rolf tightened his pajamas. "This place is more gloomy and terrifying than the Bat Cave."
"Exactly." Cedric shuddered. "If I were a girl, I'd rather stay home than come here."
"Is it that scary?" George had just stepped into the water when a scream echoed through the air.
"Aaaaaah—it's another bunch of bad kids! Get out of here right now!"
Fred jogged to the leftmost corner cubicle. "Hey, what do you think about us putting our stuff in there?"
The screams were coming from here.
The moment his hand touched the cubicle door, a large gush of water gushed out from inside.
Vincent reacted quickly.
Just as the water droplets were about to fall, they were all frozen in mid-air.
"That's a bad idea."
Fred pushed open the door. "Maybe not."
A high-pitched scream came from the crack in the open door:
"You've never considered my feelings—even after I'm dead, you still won't let me go!"
Fred, who was closest to the toilet, saw a white light flash from the flushing toilet and then felt the surrounding temperature drop slightly.
"You naughty kids, you've got what you wanted—"
A white light passed through his body and arrived at the bottom of the ceiling. "Yes, I am the Moaning Myrtle you all know. Now you're willing to leave this place, aren't you!"
Moaning Myrtle was short and plump, wearing a large school robe.
Her face was covered in acne, she wore thick glasses, and her long, straight black hair was tied in pigtails.
This was the first time Hermione had seen her, and the same was true for the five boys.
Just as Cedric was about to slip away quietly, Moaning Myrtle had been floating in mid-air, suddenly flew down.
"You've got a handsome face, but you're wasting it!"
Fred and George both laughed out loud, which was quite unkind of them.
The remaining three couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't laugh!" Moaning Myrtle didn't even look at the twins, her gaze fixed on Vincent.
"I know you, Wayne who bullied Peeves!"
She flew over and circled several times, saying, "She's quite good-looking, but unfortunately not my type."
Rolf laughed, Hermione laughed too.
Cedric burst out laughing.
Vincent felt a little short of breath.
To put it simply, Moaning Myrtle just likes the boy-next-door type.
He pointed menacingly at Cedric, who was laughing the loudest, "The Moaning Myrtle, isn't she? Actually, it was this handsome young man who brought us here."
"Really?" Moaning Myrtle floated back.
Cedric really wanted to swear.
So what if he laughed a little loudly? Why do you have to push him into a fire pit?
Friends are gone!
"I didn't, I didn't—"
"That's him!" Fred and George pointed at him in unison.
"Ah—yes." Rolf nodded blankly.
Moaning Myrtle looked at Hermione, her large eyes behind her thick glasses seeming to be thinking about something.
"I remember you! When school started last year, you always came here and sobbed quietly!"
Hermione clenched her little fists. "I didn't!"
"No, you do." Moaning Myrtle circled her, her gaze fixed on Cedric's face.
"I remember it very clearly, it was the second day of school, and the fifth day and—"
"I said no!" Hermione's face flushed red. "That wasn't me at all!"
The five boys didn't dare to breathe.
Having known her for so long, this was the first time they had ever seen her so angry.
"You're lying." Moaning Myrtle floated back to Cedric.
She almost pressed her face against his. "They all say you brought them here, right?"
Cedric tilted his head back repeatedly. "I guess so."
Moaning Myrtle approached her. "You're the first student to come to me on your own initiative, so—"
She lowered her head somewhat awkwardly. "So, did you come here to find me for something?"
Vincent kept giving him meaningful glances.
Take advantage of this excellent opportunity to store food in this safe place.
Two weeks later, they will become the ghosts' favorite.
Cedric continued to lean back, cursing inwardly.
He was the one who tricked the girls into giving him the password, and he was also the one who agreed to go on dates with them.
Ghost?
Isn't this making things difficult for him?
"Well—well—actually, there's something I'd like to ask you."
"I agree!" Moaning Myrtle replied instantly. "Whatever your request, I will fulfill it."
Her small, slightly shy face, so close to his, almost made Cedric fall to the ground.
"I misunderstood you just now, so please be brave and tell me."
Not only were the twins and Rolf hinting at him, but even Hermione was still angry, was giving him meaningful glances.
Five against one, no choice.
If time could be reversed, Cedric would definitely choose to be the good person.