Zhang Xiao had picked up a whole pile of "premium goods" from the Weasley twins. They had modified everything themselves, and the results were fantastic.
When he tentatively asked whether they had anything even better, the twins grinned as if they had found a kindred spirit, each draping an arm over one of his shoulders.
"Zhang! I knew you had a secret wild streak!"
"You're one of us!"
"To show you what the truly good stuff looks like..."
"Proudly presented by the Weasley twins!"
Zhang Xiao stared at the little box they brought out, then broke into a satisfied smile.
Standing in the third-floor corridor, he looked around. Although no one was passing by, Zhang Xiao still felt deeply uncomfortable about entering the girls' bathroom.
After a moment's hesitation, he finally grasped the round brass handle and pushed open the door bearing an "Out of order-do not use" sign.
It was a dark, dreary room. Since Moaning Myrtle had died here, it had been abandoned for fifty years.
Below a large, cracked mirror mottled with stains stood a row of stone sinks with peeling surfaces.
The floor was wet. As though responding to someone's arrival, a few enchanted candle stubs burned low in their brackets, giving off a dim light.
They cast an eerie glow over the floor.
The wooden stall doors were scratched and covered in peeling paint; one had come off its hinges and hung there precariously.
Zhang Xiao shook his head. You wouldn't even need a filter to shoot a horror film here!
A pearly-white ghost emerged from the innermost stall. Only half her body came through as she craned her head to look over with swollen, tearful eyes.
All right, that saves hiring an actress, too!
Moaning Myrtle floated over, sniffled, and wiped her tears