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"
My
dear
friends
,
"
he
said
mournfully
.
"
Welcome
,
welcome
...
so
pleased
you
could
come
...
"
He
swept
off
his
plumed
hat
and
bowed
them
inside
.
It
was
an
incredible
sight
.
The
dungeon
was
full
of
hundreds
of
pearly-white
,
translucent
people
,
mostly
drifting
around
a
crowded
dance
floor
,
waltzing
to
the
dreadful
,
quavering
sound
of
thirty
musical
saws
,
played
by
an
orchestra
on
a
raised
,
black-draped
platform
.
A
chandelier
overhead
blazed
midnight-blue
with
a
thousand
more
black
candles
.
Their
breath
rose
in
a
mist
before
them
;
it
was
like
stepping
into
a
freezer
.
"
Shall
we
have
a
look
around
?
"
Harry
suggested
,
wanting
to
warm
up
his
feet
.
"
Careful
not
to
walk
through
anyone
,
"
said
Ron
nervously
,
and
they
set
off
around
the
edge
of
the
dance
floor
.
They
passed
a
group
of
gloomy
nuns
,
a
ragged
man
wearing
chains
,
and
the
Fat
Friar
,
a
cheerful
Hufflepuff
ghost
,
who
was
talking
to
a
knight
with
an
arrow
sticking
out
of
his
forehead
.
Harry
was
n't
surprised
to
see
that
the
Bloody
Baron
,
a
gaunt
,
staring
Slytherin
ghost
covered
in
silver
bloodstains
,
was
being
given
a
wide
berth
by
the
other
ghosts
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
said
Hermione
,
stopping
abruptly
.
"
Turn
back
,
turn
back
,
I
do
n't
want
to
talk
to
Moaning
Myrtle
--
"
"
Who
?
"
said
Harry
as
they
backtracked
quickly
.
"
She
haunts
one
of
the
toilets
in
the
girls
'
bathroom
on
the
first
floor
,
"
said
Hermione
.
"
She
haunts
a
toilet
?
"
