Harry Potter Reborn

In late October, the weather rarely cleared up.

But it's even colder.

Since Harry's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he has never been there again...that is, he has skipped class.

But Lockhart didn't seem to care.

And Hermione went there a few more times, holding on to the idea that he couldn't really be an idiot.

Finally, after another Magical Defense class ended, Hermione angrily threw the book on the library table.

"Harry, I think you are right, this is such a waste of life!"

"Compared with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I would rather listen to Professor Binns' history of magic, which is so boring that it makes you feel sleepy."

"What's wrong?"

"It's been almost a few weeks since school started, and he hasn't taught anything he's supposed to teach. Every time he goes to class, he opens his book and follows the plot in the classroom to practice how he subdues magical creatures."

"Today he asked Neville to play a ghoul, and I bet he was the weakest ghoul ever."

"He kept pointing his wand at Neville's forehead, turning his head and telling us what to do with a smile. I never thought there would be such a teacher."

"Arrogance, arrogance, ignorance, vanity, self-righteousness...almost all human shortcomings can be found in him." Hermione was very angry.

"I'm really curious as to why Dumbledore agreed to let him teach us."

Harry said: "It's not that Dumbledore had to choose him, but he was the only one. He was the only wizard who applied to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore had no other choice, but Dumbledore didn't expect it either.

Lockhart is so unbearable, haha."

…

Recently, a fat ghost dressed in noble clothes from centuries ago has been looking for people all over the academy.

He is Nearly Headless Nick.

I heard that a very distinguished ghost named Patrick wanted to form a club, and only people without brains could join.

Nearly Headless Nick was not eligible, but Patrick wrote that if Nick was scary enough, he might reconsider.

This year's Halloween is the 500th anniversary of Nick's death. He will hold a party. Patrick will also come to assess him.

Nick invites his classmates to his party, just to prove to Patrick that Nick is scary.

Most of the people who were approached by Nick refused, but there were a few students who found it interesting to attend the ghost party.

…

"...Look, that's it." Nick stood pitifully in front of Harry.

If Harry could speak for him, it would be a sure bet that he would join the Headless Club.

Harry smiled apologetically: "Sorry Nick, I promised my friend to attend the school's Halloween party." At the same time, he secretly kicked Hermione who was about to open her mouth.

"Alas." Nick sighed and left as if he had expected it. His back was lonely and pitiful.

His pleading eyes were imprinted in Hermione's mind, and Hermione couldn't bear to say: "Why don't you help him? After all, it's just a party."

"And... no living person should have attended the death anniversary party," Hermione said with interest.

"That is the world of the dead and is not suitable for living people like us. Do you think it is normal to celebrate your own death? If you go, you will definitely regret it." Harry advised.

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There are two days until Halloween.

Harry heard the sound of a snake in the stairwell. It was a small and trivial sound, vague, as if a cut had been made in the trachea, hoarse and suppressed.

Harry knew that the basilisk hiding in the Chamber of Secrets had been awakened by Voldemort.

So at night, Harry came to a place.

This is a deserted corridor, the corridor is dark, there are patches of water stains on the ground, and garbage is piled on the ground.

There was a white wooden door, old and dirty, with a few wooden boards missing. There was a sign on the door that said "Out of order".

This is the girls' washroom, which stopped being used decades ago.

Harry opened the door and walked in.

It is dark and dull here. Under a large stained and cracked mirror, there is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces. The floor is wet, and a few candle heads are burning low on the brackets, making a dim sound.

The light made the floor eerie. The paint on the wooden doors of each single room was peeling off and covered with scratches. The hinges of one door were detached and hanging there precariously.

"Squeak".

The door to the innermost single room was suddenly pushed open, and a high-pitched laughter echoed in the empty room.

"whee……"

I'm afraid other students might accidentally walk here and be scared away.

"Myrtle," Harry called towards the door.

The scary laughter inside suddenly disappeared, and a transparent shadow poked its head out.

It was a girl-like ghost, whose appearance could not be seen clearly because it was obscured by her long hair and eyes.

"You are, Harry Potter. This is the girls' bathroom, not the place you should be." She said boldly after seeing the person coming.

"I wanted to ask you if anyone has been in here recently," Harry said.

Myrtle was inexplicably poked to the point of tears, and suddenly started crying: "People? There is no one at all. I have always been alone... No, after I die, I should be a lonely ghost, staying here."

The ghost was so strange, Harry saw transparent tears flowing from her eyes, rolling to the ground, and disappearing again.

It turns out that ghosts can cry too.

She kept talking nonstop: "Everyone loves to bully me, especially Peeves. He always throws rubbish on my head, pulls my hair, and calls me a dirty and ugly peach."

Mom...weeping, crying...but it suddenly disappeared, wuwuwu...it's great."

"That's enough." Harry shouted unbearably.

She sobbed violently, but immediately cried louder: "Even Harry Potter bullied me."

But she couldn't cry anymore. A blue light hit her.

She couldn't move at all.

Harry walked up to her and curiously took off her glasses.

When you hold it in your hand, it does not disappear and feels soft to the touch.

Harry said to himself: "Are the eyes the real body?"

"Now, I ask you a question, and you answer me honestly, otherwise, I will..." Harry was thinking about how to threaten, and when he saw the glasses he had taken off, "I will take off your clothes and throw them to the school sports ground."

superior."

Myrtle looked at Harry in fear, never expecting that there could be such a terrifying person in the world. In her heart, Harry was crowned the Great Demon King.

Seeing Myrtle being so frightened, Harry nodded with satisfaction: "Has anyone been here recently?"

Myrtle nodded obediently and whispered: "Although I have never seen him, I have been here for decades. No one is more familiar with this place than me. I can feel the traces of someone coming in."

"Do you know how many times he's been here?"

"Of course, three times in total."

Three times, it seems that Voldemort was just exploring the way, and today he really awakened the basilisk.

In fact, what Harry found most strange was why Voldemort didn't kill Myrtle. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to wait until Myrtle left before entering the secret room, and it would be harder to be discovered.

Soon, Harry thought of a good explanation, because Myrtle was killed by him fifty years ago, and he regarded Myrtle as one of his works, which was a proof of him.

Well, it fits Voldemort's perverted thoughts.

Harry gave Myrtle a club blow and she fainted.

Why ghosts also faint is left to future generations to study.

Harry has Voldemort's memory, so he naturally knows where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is.

At a pool, there is a faucet marked with a snake.

Harry said in snake language: "Open sesame."

Rumble

The pool dropped and a huge hole appeared.

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