Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 149 Conversation and Myrtle in the Women's Bathroom
"I hope we haven't disturbed you, Myrtle," said Dumbledore.

Myrtle was crying in a compartment. When she heard Dumbledore's voice, she flew out of the compartment and replied in a very high tone: "Oh! Of course not, Professor Dumbledore. It is my greatest honor that you can visit me."

"Myrtle, I'm sorry to ask you one more thing that may cause you to have bad memories." Dumbledore said, Hera's brows frowned together, he was a little confused what Dumbledore meant, what's the relationship between Black and Myrtle?
"I want you to recall the memory of your death. I know you have said it many times, but I want to hear you say it again." Dumbledore blinked.

Hera once thought that the cruelest thing for ghosts was to remind them of the moment of death, but Myrtle's reaction directly broke his imagination.

Myrtle's whole demeanor changed when she heard Dumbledore's words.It was as if no one had ever asked her such a question that she was so honored to have.

"Oh, that's terrible," she said quietly, as if gossiping about students at Hogwarts. "It happened here. I died in this bathroom, I remember it very well. I hid here when Olive Hornbe laughed at me for wearing glasses and looking like a four-eyed dog. I locked the door and cried inside, and suddenly I heard someone come in. They were talking funny. I think it must be in another language. But what annoyed me most was, I heard A boy's voice was talking. So I opened the door and told him to go off to my boys bathroom and—"

Myrtle puffed out her chest in self-importance, her face beaming. "I'm dead."

"How did you die?" Hera asked. He didn't extract any useful clues from Myrtle's words. It was clearly a meaningless complaint.

"I don't know," said Myrtle mysteriously, in a low voice. "I just remember seeing a pair of yellow eyes that were terrifyingly large. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away."

She looked at Hera in a daze. "And then I came back. You know, I was all about getting it against Olive Hornby, and oh, she regretted laughing at me for wearing glasses."

Dumbledore swayed slightly, as if thinking, and Hera noticed that his eyes were closed.

"So, where did you see those eyes?" Hera asked, seeing that Dumbledore didn't intend to ask any questions.

"It's almost there," said Myrtle, pointing vaguely to the pool in front of her.

"Hmm." Hera hugged her shoulders and lowered her head in thought.

"Have you found anything unusual? Hera." Dumbledore said slowly, he had already walked to the side of the pool, slid his fingers across the table, and then whispered something.

Hera was silent, he was still thinking hard in his mind, big yellow eyes, pool
No matter how you look at it, it looks like two dots that cannot be connected.
"To give you a hint, at that time Tom, that is, Voldemort, was also studying at Hogwarts." Dumbledore turned his back to Hera, and he was leaning over to check the pool, his face was almost pressed against the mirror.

"Tom?" Hera was keenly aware of the name that Dumbledore said.

"Oh, yes, when Voldemort was still studying at Hogwarts, he wasn't called that name." Dumbledore raised his head, with a complicated expression as if he had some painful memories, and he said in a heavy voice, "He can probably be said to be the most outstanding student Hogwarts has ever seen. Few people know that Voldemort used to be called Tom Marvolo Riddle. I don't think I will forget this name in my life. I personally taught him at Hogwarts 50 years ago."

"!!!" Hera's pupils widened suddenly, Voldemort used to go to Hogwarts! ?

And Dumbledore had taught him?

This kind of thing, who would know, is all hidden in the corner of history.

Dumbledore was obviously still remembering. He ignored Hera's astonishment and continued to say in a low tone, "He disappeared after leaving school. He traveled all over the world, traveled to the ends of the earth, sank deeper and deeper in the quagmire of dark magic, mixed with the most evil guys in the wizarding world, underwent many dangerous magical transformations, and finally reappeared as Voldemort. It is difficult for people to recognize him. Almost no one associates Voldemort with the smart and handsome boy student who used to study here. Chairman to get in touch."

"Then what does this have to do with Myrtle?" Hera asked suspiciously after Dumbledore finished speaking. Immediately afterwards, he seemed to realize something, and slapped him on the forehead.He said in horror, "Heir! Heir of Slytherin!"

"That's right, I'm afraid that's what I'm worried about." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes shot down from his long hooked nose, and he stared intently at Hera's face, as if trying to read something from his face.

But it's a pity that Hera didn't know anything except the word 'ignorant' on his face.

"That is to say, the Dark Lord has returned to Hogwarts? With his most faithful Black?" Hera paced back and forth, his pace was urgent and noisy, which made Dumbledore a little upset.

"Well, I think we have done him a lot of damage in the last school year, at least he won't be able to make a comeback in a short time, but" Dumbledore paused, turned Hera's face, and said meaningfully, "But we don't know if he has any backhands, such as arranging for Black to release the monsters in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets."

"Secret room?" Hera's brows were tightly frowned again. How could it be something she had never heard of?

Dumbledore obviously didn't mean to explain, he just said lightly, "If you have doubts about this, you can ask Professor Binns, his research on history is far better than mine. Come and have a look." He waved towards Hera.

Hera walked over, but his steps were a bit heavy no matter how he looked at it. He felt that his current troubles were no easier than those of the previous school year! ?
Last school year it was Voldemort, this year it directly became what Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and Sirius Black, a wandering Death Eater.

"Principal, can I go out to practice for a while? I know that the school will allow this situation." Hera stood beside Dumbledore, and he directly asked his own question. He had given up his plan to run away secretly.

"I think, maybe we should solve the predicament in front of us rather than escape." Dumbledore said, he moved his position, and secretly blocked Hera's escape route—directly leading to the direction of the bathroom door.

　I'm hooked! ! !
　　The author Junzhen is a big duck in Yali Mountain!
　　But fortunately, I still squeezed out time to get it done. I paddled and fished and coded secretly, and wrote this chapter.

　　
　
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