Faced with an unknown future, Evan chooses to wait relatively cautiously.

If the diary had been put into the school by Lucius, then with Tom Riddle's strength, the Chamber of Secrets would have been opened.

Evan also remembers that in the original books, the first attack took place on Halloween.

On Halloween, he had planned to stay in the Great Hall to spy on Ginny or see if anyone else was suspicious, but Hermione didn't agree, and she insisted that Evan go with them to Nick's death party.

"Hermione, I just had a cold, so let me stay in the world of the living. Evan said pitifully, "Besides, I still have to collect materials, and next week's headline is this Halloween party." ”

"Your cold was cured last Tuesday, Aven!" Hermione shook her head and refused, "You can leave the matter of gathering materials to Colin and Ginny, Nick has helped us with a lot of news lately, and you can't be absent from anything tonight." ”

"However, I've heard that Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe. Harry hesitated, and he and Ron didn't want to go to the death party.

"Once the word is spoken, the horse is difficult to chase. ”

Hermione turned her head and reminded Harry in a domineering manner, "You and Ron promised Nick that we were going to his death party. ”

So, at seven o'clock in the evening, Evan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made a beeline through the doorway that led to the crowded auditorium. It was very inviting, with its lights and candles, and the gold plates on the table, but they walked in the direction of the basement classroom.

Even though you have to go through this aisle every time you go to Potions class, tonight, it's a particularly scary place.

The aisles were lined with candles, but the effect was not pleasant at all: they were small, black, thin candles that shimmered blue as they burned, and looked eerie even when they shone on the faces of the four of them, full of life.

With every step they take, the temperature drops.

Evan sneezed and tightened his clothes around himself.

Immediately after, he heard a sound that seemed to be a thousand fingernails scraping against a huge blackboard.

"What is this?" said Ron, looking horrified.

"Music, I guess. Harry replied in a whisper.

They turned around a corner and saw a nearly headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friend. He said with infinite sorrow, "Welcome, welcome, I am so glad that you can come." ”

He took off his hat with feathers and bowed to invite them in.

The sight was incredible, the underground classroom was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, mostly wandering around the crowded dance grounds, waltzing to the terrible and trembling sound of thirty saws, the band of which sat on a stage covered with black cloth.

A thousand candles are also lit in a chandelier overhead, emitting a midnight blue glow.

Evan found his breath forming a mist in front of him, as if he had stepped into a cold room.

"Okay, what are we going to do now?"

"Let's take a look around!" Harry suggested, wanting to warm his feet.

"Be careful not to pass through someone's body. Ron said nervously.

They walked slowly around the edge of the dance field, past a group of sullen nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat monk.

Then they saw Barrow the Bloody. He was a Slytherin ghost, scrawny, with straight eyes and silver bloodstains, no one dared to approach him, and the other ghosts were making room for him.

"Oh no," Hermione stopped suddenly, "turn around, turn around, I don't want to talk to the crying myrtle!"

"Who?" asked Harry in a low voice.

"The ghost, she's in the girls' bathroom on the third floor. Hermione said.

"Staying in the bathroom?"

"Yes, the bathroom was out of order all year round because she kept throwing tantrums and splashing water all over the place. As long as you can avoid it, you will try not to go there. You go to the toilet and she screams at you, it's horrible!"

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, she was surprised to see that Evan actually walked towards Myrtle.

"Y-What is he doing?"

"Who knows, maybe myrtle is the type that Evan likes. Ron burst out laughing, "Haha, that's big news. ”

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, and the three of them hurried to follow.

In fact, since the entrance to the secret room was in the bathroom where Myrtle was, Aven wanted to ask her if she had seen strangers go there lately.

This is especially important at the moment, when Tom Riddle's diary is missing, and no clues can be missed.

But before Evan could speak, he saw a ghost wearing a bright orange evening hat, a swirling bow tie, and a bad-looking broad face with teeth and grinning appeared in front of him.

"Little devils, would you like to have some?" he said sweetly, handing over a bowl of moldy peanuts.

"No, thank you. Evan hurriedly refused.

"I just heard you talking about poor myrtle, how rude!"

Peeves' eyes flickered, and he suddenly took a deep breath and yelled, "Hey, Myrtle!"

"Oh, don't, Peeves, don't tell her what I say, she'll be sad. Hermione, who was standing beside Aven, whispered anxiously, "I was just joking, I don't mind her like that"

Before she could finish her sentence, the ghost of a stocky girl floated in.

Her face was the most melancholy and gloomy Aven had ever seen, half obscured by her long straight hair and thick, pearly glasses.

"What?" she asked, grimacing.

"Hello, Myrtle. Hermione said in a pretending pleasant voice, "Nice to see you outside the bathroom." ”

"Miss Granger was talking about you. Peeves said slyly in Myrtle's ear.

"We're talking, we're talking, you're looking so beautiful tonight. Hermione glared at Peeves.

"You're making fun of me. ”

Myrtle looked at Hermione suspiciously, tears suddenly pouring down her small transparent eyes.

"No, really! Didn't I say Myrtle looks pretty?" said Hermione, pounding Harry and Ron's ribs with her elbow.

"yes"

"That's what she said!"

"Don't lie to me. Myrtle gasped, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back?

"You missed one," Peeves chuckled merrily.

"That's enough, Peeves!" Evan hurriedly interrupted, he still had something to ask the other party, and he couldn't just let Peeves her off.

"We really think you're dressed up beautifully tonight, you're very likable, unlike any other ghost, you're the most special one, trust me"

Watching Evan struggle to please Myrtle, Harry, Ron, and Hermione opened their mouths wide in surprise.

"He doesn't really like myrtle, he has a bad taste. ”

It was Ron's whisper to Harry, and unfortunately it seemed a bit loud and was heard by Peeves and Myrtle next to him.

"You're lying, no one is going to like me. The weeping myrtle suddenly sobbed sadly and ran out of the basement classroom.

"Myrtle, nobody's like, acne-ridden myrtle!" Peeves chased after her, smashing her with moldy peanuts and shouting, "Pimple-riddden!"