Reborn Harry Potter

..In late October, the weather was rarely sunny.

But it was colder.

Harry hadn't been to Defense Against the Dark Arts class since his first one...that is, skipped class.

But Lockhart didn't seem to care.

And Hermione went a few more times with the idea that he couldn't be really stupid.

Finally, after another Magic Defense get out of class was over, Hermione angrily threw the book on the library table.

"Harry, I think you're right, what a waste of life!"

"Compared with Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I would rather listen to Professor Binns' history of magic that makes you drowsy."

"what happened?"

"It's been several weeks since school started, and he hasn't taught anything he should teach. Every class is to open his book, and follow the plot in the classroom to practice how he subdues magical creatures."

"Today he cast Neville as a ghoul, and I bet it's the most effeminate ghoul ever."

"He kept pointing his wand hard at Neville's forehead, and turned his head and smiled and told us what to do. I never thought there would be such a teacher."

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

"I really wonder how Dumbledore would agree to let him teach us."

Harry said: "It's not that Dumbledore insisted on choosing him, but he was the only one, and he was the only wizard who applied to be the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Dumbledore had no other choice, but Dumbledore didn't expect it either." Lockhart is so unbearable, haha."

……

Recently, a plump ghost dressed in aristocratic clothing from centuries ago has been hunting people all over the academy.

He's Nearly Headless Nick.

Heard that a very respectable ghost named Patrick wanted to form a club where only the headless would join.

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

On the eve of Halloween this year, which is the [-]th anniversary of Nick's death, he will hold a party.At that time, Patrick will also come to conduct an assessment on him.

Nick invites his classmates to his party, all it takes is to prove to Patrick that Nick is scary.

Most of the people Nick approached turned them down, but a few students thought it would be fun to go to the ghost party.

……

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

If Harry could speak up for him, it was a safe bet he would join the Headless Club.

Harry smiled apologetically: "I'm 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.

"Oh." 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."

"Besides... there should be no living people attending the Deathday Party." Hermione said with interest.

"It's the world of the undead, not suitable for us living people. Do you think it's normal to celebrate the day of your own death? If you go, you will regret it." Harry persuaded.

……

There are two days left until Halloween.

Harry heard the sound of a snake in the stairwell, it was a thin and trivial sound, vaguely, as if a trachea had been cut, hoarse and depressing.

Harry knew that the basilisk hidden 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 water stains on the ground, and garbage is piled on the ground.

A white wooden door, dilapidated and dirty, with a few boards missing, and a sign on the door that said "malfunction".

This is the girls' bathroom, which fell out of use decades ago.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

It was dark and dreary, with a row of peeling stone pools beneath a large, stained and cracked mirror.The floor was wet, and the stumps of a few candles were burning low on the brackets, casting a dim light and casting a gloomy light on the floor.The paint on the wooden doors of each single room was peeling and scratched, and the hinge of one door was off, hanging there precariously.

"Squeak".

The door of the innermost single room was suddenly pushed open, and a sharp laughter came out, echoing in the empty room.

"whee……"

The other students might come here unintentionally and be scared away too.

"Myrtle," Harry called toward the door.

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

It was a ghost in the form of a girl, but I couldn't see it clearly because it was hidden by long hair and eyes.

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

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

Myrtle was inexplicably poked into tears, and suddenly burst into tears: "People? There is no one at all, I have always been alone... No, I died, I should be alone, staying here."

The ghost was strange, and Harry saw clear tears streaming from her eyes, rolling down to the floor, and disappearing.

It turns out that ghosts cry too.

She was still humming, talking non-stop: "Everyone loves to bully me, especially Peeves, it always throws garbage on my head, pulls my hair, calls me a dirty and ugly peach gold Mother...beep, cry, chirp...however, it suddenly disappeared, woo woo...that's great."

"Enough." Harry yelled uncontrollably.

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

But she couldn't cry right away, and a blue light hit her.

She couldn't move for a moment.

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

Holding it in the hand, it didn't disappear, and it felt soft.

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

"Now, if I ask you a question, you can answer me honestly, otherwise, I will..." Harry thought about how to threaten, when he saw the removed glasses, "I will take off your clothes and throw them on the school playground superior."

Myrtle looked at Harry in fear, never expecting such a terrifying person to exist in the world, and in her heart, Harry was the Great Demon King.

Seeing that Myrtle was frightened like this, Harry nodded in satisfaction: "Has anyone been here recently?"

Myrtle nodded obediently, and said in a low voice: "Although I haven't seen him, I have stayed here for decades, and 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."

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

In fact, the strangest thing about Harry is why Voldemort didn't kill Myrtle, otherwise, he wouldn't have to wait until Myrtle left here before entering the Chamber of Secrets, and it would be harder to be discovered.

Soon, Harry thought of a good explanation, because Myrtle was killed by him 50 years ago, and he regarded Myrtle as one of his works, which was his proof.

Well, very much in line with Voldemort's perverted ideas.

Harry hit Myrtle with a stick, and she passed out.

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

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

At a sink, there is a faucet marked with a small snake.

Harry said in Parseltonym, "Open Sesame."

Rumble

The pool descends, and a huge hole appears.

……