Charlie I and Louis XVI

As one of the few permanent residents of Hogwarts, Moaning Myrtle is a very well-known ghost.

She was a Hogwarts student before she died, so she always wore the school uniform and maintained the appearance of a short, chubby student.

She wasn't good-looking either; she had acne, wore thick glasses, and had long, straight hair.

If there were a Harry Potter -themed game, players could probably just press F to automatically transform into Moaning Myrtle.

Besides being unattractive, she is also the least likable ghost besides Peeves.

She occupied a girls' restroom for years, so no one ever went near it, and it had been abandoned for a long time.

Hermione's suggestion was excellent; they could put the rotten food in the sink in the bathroom.

Anyway, no one will go there. If someone does, they must be planning to do something bad, or on their way to do something bad.

Hermione told Moaning Myrtle about the suggestion.

"That's my territory! You're not allowed to put this food in there!" Moaning Myrtle protested loudly.

She said, her voice trembling with tears, "I have feelings too, you know, even though I'm dead."

"Moaning Myrtle, no one wants to upset you," Hermione said. "It's just some food—"

"Nobody wants to make me sad! What a joke!" Moaning Myrtle cried. "My life here has been nothing but sorrow, not joy."

"Now that I'm dead, you still won't leave me alone, putting rotten food in my bathroom. Do you have no humanity?"

"..."

"But you'll be attending the Deathday Party too. This food was prepared for you anyway, so consider it an early treat," Anne comforted her. "It's better than eating someone else's leftovers."

"Hmm, that makes sense." Moaning Myrtle rolled her eyes, then let out a sorrowful sob. "I can agree, but..."

She fixed her gaze on William and winked at him from behind her thick glasses.

I need a male companion.

"Hmm... hmm?" Hermione stared wide-eyed.

"This is Deathday Party," Moaning Myrtle, floating in mid-air. "I never attended a party when I was alive, so I need a male companion; it would make me much happier."

William, you're perfect for me, just my type.

Moaning Myrtle landed next to William, pressing her body close to him.

"No way!" Hermione objected immediately. "You're already dead, what need do you have for a male companion!"

"Exquisite... an exquisite life! Bringing a male companion to parties, these are a must. Even if I'm dead, I can't forget the sense of ritual!"

Hermione and Anne exchanged a glance, then huddled together and whispered something, quickly reaching an alliance agreement.

--We cannot grant Moaning Myrtle's unreasonable request.

"I can introduce you to two of my good friends, Harry and Ron. You can choose either one!" Hermione said with a sweet smile.

"My classmate Colin, he's a photographer. Have him as your date, and after the dinner, you can even take him to your restroom to take pictures of you!" Anne recommended.

William sat quietly to the side, quite satisfied. "That's right... better to die than to die myself!"

William could never attend the Deathday Party, not in his entire life, let alone be Moaning Myrtle's companion.

"Am I not handsome, William?"

Moaning Myrtle spoke, tears streamed down her face from her small, clear eyes.

"... If you miss this opportunity, there won't be another one," Moaning Myrtle persisted.

"I heard that Charlie I and Louis XVI will also be coming... Don't you want to go and see them?"

etc...

Who?!

William's dark green eyes lit up... If that's the case, attending the Deathday Party... doesn't seem like an impossible idea.

"Weren't they both sent to the guillotine?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"Yes, that's why they became ghosts and attended the Deathday Party." Moaning Myrtle looked at Hermione with an expression that said, "Is she stupid?"

"Where do they all live?" Anne asked curiously.

She had never seen a ghost outside of Hogwarts.

Charlie I was constantly wandering around the Buckingham Palace, and he was also the founder of the Headless Hunt.

As for Louis XVI... I don't know either.

"He's a ghost from the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France," William suddenly said. "I've heard about him from a friend."

"Another friend of Beauxbatons's..." Hermione squinted and glanced at William.

"So, do you want to come...?" Moaning Myrtle asked, panting.

"He needs to come with us to the Hogwarts Halloween Feast, he can't be your date!" Hermione insisted.

Anne nodded. "My brother won't go!"

Okay, the two of them have made their decision.

Goodbye

My Louis XVI.

William also wanted to talk to him about the France Revolutions and tell him a few France jokes.

Moaning Myrtle's tears streamed down her face.

William sincerely suggested, "You could try talking to Cedric; he'd probably agree to be your date, and he's always liked you too."

"Are you sure?" Moaning Myrtle asked in surprise.

"Really, just tell him that Mr. Ollivander's grandfather will be coming too," William grinned.

Moaning Myrtle blinked, passed through the wall, and went to Hufflepuff House to bother Cedric.

The three quickly gathered up the rotten food, packed it into a large box, and prepared to move it to Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom.

"Thank you so much." Winnie, the House-elf, led everyone in bowing to William and his companions.

They feel uncomfortable if the kitchen isn't clean.

"Since I've helped you so much, I have a question for you, and you must tell me the truth," William said.

"House-elf never deceive wizards!" Winnie exclaimed excitedly.

Do you know a House-elf named Dobby?

"Dobby... I know him!" a House-elf in a dress said timidly.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Duoduo," the House-elf said in a trembling voice. "Did Dobby do something wrong?"

"No, I'm just curious, whose House-elf is Dobby? A friend of mine really likes Dobby."

"It's from the Malfoy family. Dobby has been a family House-elf since his ancestors," Duoduo said in horror.

William and Hermione exchanged a glance; Harry had indeed guessed right— Dobby indeed Malfoy family House-elf.

Harry and Malfoy are truly on the same wavelength.

The three left the kitchen, walked through the corridor, and soon arrived at Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom.

It was William's first time entering a girls' restroom. He checked the map several times to make sure no one was around before following Hermione and Anne inside.

This place has been abandoned for too long, and the environment is extremely harsh.

Beneath a large, stained, and cracked mirror is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces.

The floor was damp, reflecting the dim light of the few remaining candle stubs on their holders. The paint on the wooden doors of the individual rooms was peeling and covered with scratches; one door's hinges had come loose, and it hung there wobbling precariously.

It would be a good place to film a horror movie.

"We can throw all the food in the sink," Hermione suggested.

"Ha, there's a little snake here." Anne looked around curiously for a moment and found a small snake carving on the side of a bronze dragon head.

However, the faucet is broken and no water is coming out.

After she opened the box, she threw it into the sink, and maggots from the meat and tripe immediately crawled all over the tap.

That's disgusting... but it's okay, no one will use this faucet anyway.

The three of them quickly slipped out, not wanting to stay a second longer.

"I don't know Dobby was ordered by Malfoy to stop Harry, or if it actually knows something."

As they walked, William analyzed the situation softly.

"It was probably this that prevented Harry and Ron from entering the station."

William waited for Hermione to speak, but she blurted out something completely unrelated, "Is Phoebe from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Wizardry very pretty?"

William grinned and pretended to be stupid, refusing to answer the question.

Some words,

He made a mistake as soon as he opened his mouth.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make.

If you jokingly answer, "I have face blindness and can't tell who's pretty and who's not," you'll probably get stabbed thirty-six times, each time avoiding a fatal blow!

Anne secretly made a face, looking like she was enjoying the show, and laughed, "Brother, not saying anything means you agree."

William took a deep breath. Whose sister is this?

He had an impulse to sacrifice his own family for the greater good.

William didn't answer directly, but instead chuckled softly, "Hermione is prettier."

Hermione smiled, gently took his arm, and walked slowly down the corridor.

A cool breeze was blowing.

It's the perfect time for a pleasant stroll under the moonlight.

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