Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Harry bets that this is the dullest and darkest place in the castle. The air is humid, dust covers the cracked mirror, the stone pool is stained, and several pieces of the surface have peeled off, revealing the dark inside. Huhu background.

Several candles were burning low on the brackets, emitting a dim light that illuminated the wet ground, making it extremely eerie.

The paint on the wooden doors of each single room was peeling off and covered with scratches. The hinges of one of the doors were hanging precariously on the door frame.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the whimpering sound.

To be honest, even the underground classroom environment used by Snape for classes was better than here.

"This...seems to be..." Ron looked strange, "Girls' bathroom"

"We'd better get out right away." With that said, Ron was about to turn the brass door handle and get out.

"Filch is outside." Harry stopped him.

"It's better to be caught by Filch than to have someone else come in and find us breaking into the ladies' room," said Ron.

But Hermione looked around and said to them.

"It doesn't matter, no one will come here. Myrtle always likes to cry here."

Myrtle?Su Er's heart moved. So, is this the entrance to the secret room?

However, he remembered that the entrance to the secret room was not...?Why did you get to the third floor?

"I didn't realize at the time that this was where Myrtle lived. We just happened to come here. We can ask Myrtle if she saw the murderer who attacked the cat." Hermione whispered as she looked inside. Go, "I remember, she left the underground classroom early that day."

Harry and Ron nodded as if they were talking, and Soul nodded casually and followed Hermione's steps toward the innermost room, keeping his eyes on the edge of the fallen pool.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked in a low voice, "Is there anything strange?"

"No." Suer looked away and shook his head, "I'm just a little curious."

Ron's eyes suddenly changed. What are you curious about?Curious about what the women’s bathroom looks like?

I didn't expect you to be like this Soul, and you just asked me about Ginny... No, I must tell Ginny to stay away from Soul!

At this time, the four of them had already reached the door of the innermost single room. Hermione hissed at them, then turned her head and stood at the door.

"Hey, Myrtle, are you okay?"

The hinges creaked unpleasantly, the door opened, and Moaning Myrtle was bobbing in the toilet tank, clutching her chin.

The first thing she saw when she looked up was the three men behind Hermione.

"This is the girls' bathroom." Myrtle looked at the three Souls suspiciously, "They don't look like girls."

"Yes, they are not girls." Hermione said, "I want to bring them to see you..."

"Look what I did? Many people laughed at me." Myrtle said with a cry, "I have no happiness, only sadness. Now that I am dead, you still won't let me go!"

"No...no, Myrtle." Hermione quickly interrupted her, "We are not here to laugh at you. No one wants to make you sad."

"This is a big joke!" Myrtle cried even more fiercely, and she said loudly, "Then what do you think they are whispering about?"

Hermione looked at the three of them, and Harry quickly mouthed, "Ask her if she saw anything?"

"They didn't whisper to you or laugh at you, Myrtle." Hermione turned around.

"We just want to ask you if you have seen anything interesting recently, such as a cat being attacked outside your gate."

"Did you see anyone around that night?" Harry asked.

"I wasn't paying attention!" Myrtle cried sadly. "Peeves tormented me so much, throwing things at me and shouting insults at me, that I came here and wanted to kill myself."

"But when I buried my head in the water tank and wanted to drown myself, I remembered that I had already--already--"

"Already dead." Ron added for her.

Oh, crap, does this kid have some emotional intelligence problem?

Soul's expression changed, and he took a step forward and pulled Hermione to hide behind Harry and Ron.

Sure enough, Myrtle sobbed sadly, then circled and flew into the air, falling headfirst into the toilet. Water splashed out, and Ron and Harry were poured all over their heads and faces.

Myrtle was gone, but they could tell from the muffled sobs that she seemed to have hid somewhere in the U-turn of the toilet.

The two people were wearing wizard robes full of water, looking at Hermione and Soul who were dry with resentment.

"It's all your fault, Ron. You shouldn't have said she was dead." Suer preemptively said, "Ghosts are very taboo about this."

Ron was stunned.

"But they are indeed dead."

"Okay, let's go." Harry twisted the hem of his clothes, "It seems that we can't get any useful clues from Myrtle."

The four of them carefully avoided the water on the ground and gently closed the door.

Until he walked out of the bathroom, Suer still didn't find the mechanism to enter the secret room.

"Let's go back again if we have a chance," he thought.

"What are you doing here?" At this moment, a faint voice sounded, startling the four of them.

"Ron!"

It was Percy Weasley, the new prefect of Gryffindor and Ron's brother. He had an expression of extreme surprise on his face, and the prefect badge was pinned neatly on his chest. Glittering under the jumping flames.

"That's the girls' bathroom." He said, "How do you---"

"Just looking around." Ron shrugged, "Looking for clues, you know--"

"Leave quickly!" Percy stood up, opened his arms, and urged them to leave quickly. "What are you talking about? Don't you care? If others see you coming out of the girls' bathroom, a wizard enters the girls' bathroom. , it’s simply embarrassing.”

"Why can't we come here?!" Ron became rebellious and glared at Percy, "Did you see that there is a malfunction sign hanging on it? There is no way someone could come here for no reason!"

The two brothers quarreled under the watchful eyes of three other melon-eating people.

It ended with Gryffindor being deducted five points.

"If you continue to mess around and do things that make people laugh out loud, I will write to my mother and she will definitely send you a shouting letter. I hope you learn from last time!"

After saying that, Percy strode away, and you could see the redness on the back of his neck.

Ron's face was as red as the back of Percy's neck.

"The prefect is really awesome." Ron complained to Soul and others, "Everyone can teach me a lesson. Percy is a fan of officials. Look at his majestic look. It's so funny."

"He was just worried that I would ruin his future as Head Boy."