Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 113 The Secret of the Golden Egg

A little earlier, Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and tiptoed out of the bedroom with the Marauder's Map.

Ron was still up, and he and Parvati Patil were sitting in front of the fire in the common room, chatting away.

"... Poor Lavender, I whisper in her ear every day, but she is like a real stone. Professor Trelawney opened her eyes to divination for her, saying that she will be in a sunny, full of air. Waking up in the days of flowers..." Parvati said sadly.

"That's right, Sky Eye, a sunny day with the scent of flowers in the air..." Ron mechanically repeated Parvati's words, "Eh...don't be too sad, Lavender will be fine." Ron put his hand on Parvati's as he spoke.

"Hmm." Parvati nodded, wiping her tears with a handkerchief sprayed with perfume, and both of their Ouroboros rings were casually thrown on the table.

"Ronnie, it's good to have you, my sadness flows upstream, my loneliness has no one to tell, ah, how sad..."

Harry was slipping cautiously past Parvati, probably feeling his stomach churning because Professor Slughorn's preserves and desserts were so cloying.

But Ron didn't care, his face was getting closer and closer to Parvati, "Pal, my sweetheart, I'm here."

Harry tried his best to ignore Ron's annoying mannerisms. "Banana fried dough," he said in a low voice to the Fat Lady.

Behind him, Ronnie's and Paal's mouths were glued together, making a puff puff puff sound, like someone pulling a leather stick out of a sink.

The portrait hole opened, and Harry crawled out, closing the hole gently, and before leaving he saw Ron and Parvati still chewing each other's faces, and no one noticed him.

Tonight, Harry was very awkward in his invisibility cloak, because he held a heavy golden egg under one arm, and held the Marauder's Map under his nose with the other arm, and several glasses of mellow red wine covered him His mind made him feel a little sleepy.

Fortunately, the hallway was empty and quiet, as the moonlight cast it, and Harry checked the map at several key points to make sure he wouldn't bump into anyone.

He came to the statue of Stupid Boris—a wizard with a blank expression and his gloves on backwards. Harry found the door next to the statue, leaned up and whispered the password: "Fresh pineapples."

The door creaked open, and Harry slipped in, took off his invisibility cloak, and looked around. His first reaction was, it's not bad to be a prefect. Showing off the prefect badge.

It was a very luxurious long bath, surrounded by about a hundred golden faucets, each with a jewel inlaid in the handle, with snow-white linen curtains on the windows, and only one on the wall. A painting of a golden mermaid, sleeping soundly on a rock, her long hair brushing her face, trembling slightly with each breath she took.

Harry turned on the faucets, and found that the faucets sprayed out various bubble baths mixed with hot water. He turned on and off the faucets one by one very childishly, adding various kinds of foam into the bath. In a blink of an eye, such a large bath It was soon full, and he turned off all the taps, took off his pajamas, slippers, and dressing gown, and dived into the water.

The water was so deep that his feet could barely reach the bottom of the pool. He swam back and forth twice in the hot water. The colorful steam and the wine in his stomach made him almost soar to bliss, but he didn't get inspired by it.

Harry went back to the pool, held up the golden egg with his wet hands, and was going to put it in the water to open it, when suddenly, a woman spoke, and the golden egg fell out of Harry's hand with a plop, and fell into the bath water.

"Hi, Harry Potter, we meet again."

Harry turned his head suddenly in fright, and almost fell into the pool with the golden egg. He spread his feet to maintain his balance and stabilized his body. Only then did he see Ghost Myrtle sitting on a faucet with a smirk on her face.

"Myrtle!" Harry quickly clamped his feet, "I didn't—"

"It's okay, Harry, I just saw—golden eggs~" She winked at him from behind her thick spectacles, and Harry jumped into the bath, using thick foam as cover, to make sure Myrtle Only his head can be seen.

Myrtle whimpered and flew over Harry, "Thank you for coming to see me again, Harry Potter, it seems that you have missed me a lot during this time, how long has it been since you saw me in the girls' bathroom tonight ah?"

"The girls' bathroom?" Harry's voice echoed in the bathroom. "When have I ever been in the girls' bathroom?"

"Oh, man's duplicity!" Myrtle circled in the air, and Harry felt that he couldn't explain it. He groped under the water with his feet, looking for the fallen golden eggs. Before it was too late, he always felt that Myrtle Tendency to dive underwater for peeping.

He hooked up the golden egg and pressed it under the water to open it. Sure enough, this time it did not scream, but gurgled.

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Seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, think carefully about:

A key opens a lock,

Secrets are hidden in castles;
Dangerous and fraught with obstacles,
Desire is your shackles and your gospel;

You only have one chance to--

Success, the power of command belongs to you,
If you fail, everything will come to naught;
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Harry stepped on the water, thinking, and then he listened to the ballad three more times, getting the words by heart.

"What creatures are there in the Black Lake..." Harry said to himself, his eyes falling on the portrait of a sleeping mermaid on the wall.

"Is it a mermaid?"

"Oh, there are many kinds of life in the black lake. Many times, I was thinking about death in the toilet, and someone flushed my toilet, and I went to the lake—"

Harry raised his hand, indicating that he didn't want to hear more about Myrtle being flushed down the drain.

"Looks like the second item is in the Black Lake..." He couldn't help thinking of the scene where Myrtle and the filth were washed into the Black Lake, and besides, his focus was not on the Myrtle, but on the toilet filth Bad connection with Black Lake...

"But I'm not very good at swimming, so how can I breathe underwater?" Harry still didn't say the last part of the sentence: What if he accidentally choked on the "clean and hygienic" black lake water...

Myrtle, who was still smiling just now, suddenly changed her face, "Breathe—you even mentioned breathing in front of me, you are so unkind! I haven't been able to—"

She screamed hysterically, covering her face and flying around in the bathroom. Harry took the opportunity to crawl out of the bath, dried himself with a towel, put on pajamas, put on slippers, put on an invisibility cloak, and slipped out of the prefect's bathroom .

In the dark corridor, he checked the Marauder's Map. Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris, were safely in the office. Professor Slughorn's banquet seemed to be over. At this time He and Professor Peddie stayed in the teacher's office on the third floor.

The castle was asleep, only Peeves was making a fuss in the prize room...Harry was just about to walk back to the Gryffindor Tower when something on the map caught his eye...It was so strange.

Peeves wasn't the only one active. In the basement corridor, next to the Potions teacher's office, a black dot was moving rapidly.But the name next to the dot is not "Severus Snape" but "Barty Crouch".

Harry didn't even think about it, and rushed there.

(End of this chapter)