A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 265 Charles I and Louis XVI

As one of the few permanent residents of Hogwarts, Moaning Myrtle is a highly renowned 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 on her face, wore thick glasses, and had long, straight hair.

If there were a Harry Potter-themed game, players could probably automatically transform into Myrtle simply by pressing F.

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

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 preparing to do something bad, or on their way to do something bad.

Hermione told Myrtle about the suggestion.

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

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

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

"Nobody wants to make me sad! What a joke!" Myrtle cried. "My life here is full of 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're also attending the anniversary party, and 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." 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 a death anniversary party." Myrtle floated in mid-air. "I never attended a party when I was alive. I need a male companion, which will make me much happier."

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

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!"

"A refined... a refined life! Bringing a male companion to parties, that's a must. Even though I'm dead, I can't forget the rituals!"

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

—We cannot grant 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 is a photographer. You can have him as your date, and after the dinner, you can even take him to your restroom to take pictures of you!" Annie recommended.

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

William could never attend the anniversary party, not in his entire life, let alone be Myrtle's date.

"Am I not handsome, William?"

As Tao Jinniang spoke, tears streamed down her face from her small, clear eyes.

"...If we miss this opportunity, there won't be another one," Myrtle said, unwilling to give up.

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

and many more……

who?!

William's dark green pupils lit up... If that's the case, attending the death anniversary party... doesn't seem like a bad idea.

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

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

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

She had never seen a ghost outside of Hogwarts.

"Charles I spent much of his time at Buckingham Palace, and he was also the founder of the Headless Hunters."

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

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

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

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

"He needs to come with us to the Hogwarts Halloween dinner, 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 French Revolution and tell him a few French jokes.

Tears streamed down Tao Jinniang's 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?" Myrtle asked in surprise.

“Really, just tell him that Mr. Ollivander’s grandfather will be coming too,” William grinned.

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

The three quickly gathered up the rotten food, packed it into a large box, and prepared to move it to 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 like this, I have a question for you, and you must tell me the truth," William said.

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

Do you know a house-elf named Dobby?

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

"What's your name?"

"My name is Dodo," 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 elf since his ancestors," Dobby said in horror.

William and Hermione exchanged a glance, and Harry had indeed guessed right; Dobby was indeed a Malfoy elf.

Harry and Malfoy are truly on the same wavelength.

The three left the kitchen, walked through the corridor, and soon arrived at 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 cubicles was peeling and covered in scratches; one door's hinges had come loose, and it hung there dangling precariously.

It would be a good place to film ghost movies.

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

"Ha, there's a little snake here." Annie 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 doesn't matter, 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 if 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 Fleur from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry very pretty?"

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

Some words,

He made a mistake from the very first word.

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!

Annie 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 smiled softly and said, "Hermione is prettier."

Hermione smiled and gently took his arm, walking 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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