[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

The three of them opened their mouths wide and stared at the picture in a daze. They looked at each other and did not respond for a long time.

"Have ghosts started to evolve now?" Ron asked inexplicably, thinking lines appeared on his forehead, "Have they evolved the ability to hold things, or the idea of ​​turning living things into ghosts? These two It's all kind of scary."

"Wake up, Ron, the ghost's ability to hold things doesn't need to evolve." Hermione reminded him, "Remember? Professor Binns who taught us the history of magic is also a ghost. We write on our blackboards—apparently, ghosts are able to touch entities, and that's probably pretty common."

"What? Of course not!" Ron said in shock, shaking his head vigorously, "The inability to touch objects in reality is one of the most representative characteristics of ghosts, because they are not entities, but human souls— —Professor Binns was able to pick it up because the books and blackboards he touched were specially made for him, casting extremely complex and profound spells, and they only took effect in Hogwarts, my dad said so , Professor Binns was a ghost when he was in school! There are only a few ghosts in our school who have this privilege!"

"Well, I don't know." Hermione shrugged and spread her hands, "I haven't read these in any books, it seems that I have read too few books."

"No, I think the main reason is that it hasn't been that long since Professor Binns became a ghost," said Harry, "so he hasn't been written into Hogwarts, A History, if there is a sequel , maybe the situation of Professor Binns will be written in... So who is this ghost? Why is he killing the rooster here? Does he have a feud with the rooster?"

"Maybe he was scared by his brother with a toy cock when he was a kid," muttered Ron, Harry and Hermione ignoring him.

"So who is he? I've never seen the ghost, nor heard of it." Hermione mused. "He's pretty good-looking, isn't he? If there was such a ghost, we'd definitely be in the school newspaper." I’ve seen it on the gossip board, when it was counting the ghosts of Hogwarts, it even wrote about the crying myrtle that only appeared in the girls’ bathroom, so there’s no reason to miss one who looks like this.”

"Who's that?" Ron asked her.

"Well, a ghost who is always crying, wears glasses, and is always emotionally unstable. If there is another choice, we all try not to go to the toilet on that floor..."

"Hagrid?" Harry said suddenly, looked at Hagrid worriedly, and asked uncertainly, "What's wrong with you? You look ugly."

"I... no, it's nothing." Hagrid cleared his throat, answered loudly and unnaturally, and coughed twice, "You mentioned Myrtle, she—forget it, no, it's nothing. This ghost... ...I didn't expect...how did he...I don't think there is any need to continue investigating this matter, it must be just an accident!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all staring at him now.Ron asked unexpectedly, "Why? Haven't you already photographed the murderer, Hagrid? Just leave it alone? If your dead roosters have spirits in the sky, they will cry."

"Is there a problem, Hagrid?" Hermione asked enthusiastically. "You can tell us, we'd like to help you—"

"No, not at all!" said Hagrid in a panic, mumbled something inconsequentially and hastily, and turned away immediately.

"You guys don't need to worry about this anymore, maybe it was just an accident! I think it will be fine!"

His voice and his back disappeared at the gate of the castle. They looked at his fleeing back suspiciously and looked at each other.

"What's he panicking about?" Ron asked them suspiciously.

"It started all of a sudden, didn't it?" Hermione confirmed to them, "but he had a weird face when he came over with the picture."

"It started when he heard Myrtle's name," said Harry suddenly, and both Ron and Hermione stared at him in surprise.

"I think we could go and see," he mused. "Hmm...she's called Moaning Myrtle, isn't she?"

"Are you sure, Harry?" said Hermione strangely. "She lives in the girls' bathroom."

Well.Harry was caught off guard, and he and Ron exchanged glances, and Ron shrugged at him.

"I still prefer the adventures that don't involve going to the girls' bathroom, man," he said.

In the end it was Hermione who went to the bathroom and got Myrtle out.They found an empty classroom, and Myrtle floated in after Hermione suspiciously, looking suspicious of their purpose.

"Calling poor Myrtle out for fun on an idle day off?" she said dubiously, looking back and forth between their faces, "this girl even told me you had an interview offer for me— What do you want to ask me? Why are you interviewing me?"

Harry and Ron were holding a camera and a pen and paper.Holding the quill pen, Ron unconsciously made ink marks one by one on the parchment (Hermione finally sternly rejected the act of scribbling on the parchment). Hearing Myrtle's suspicious inquiry, he was a little nervous There is nothing to talk about.

"Well, we do have a little curiosity about you...asking you, um, why are you called Moaning Myrtle?"

Two seconds later, Ron realized immediately that he had asked a stupid question.Because Myrtle suddenly broke down, puffed up, screamed hysterically, and dashed frantically around the empty classroom, scaring them all under the table.

"Because Myrtle is always crying, of course!" she howled sharply, and began to cry, "because Myrtle is a poor, unloved, wretched, lonely ghost! Why do you Going to ask poor Myrtle out! She just wants to cry in peace in her bathroom!"

Look what you've done!Hermione glared at Ron from under the table, and Ron guiltily covered his face with parchment.

They stared dumbfounded at Myrtle going crazy, seeing that she still didn't want to stop after a long time, and they all thought it was okay to go on like this (it's almost lunch time! We have Transfiguration class in the afternoon! Hermione said) .Harry collected himself, crawled out from under the table, and bravely raised the camera, aiming at Myrtle.

"Uh... Ms. Myrtle?" he called her cautiously, "Please look at the camera, we want to take a picture of you...uh... everyday, I mean, take a good picture of you .”

"Why are you taking pictures of me?!" Myrtle asked screaming, and it looked as if he couldn't get any of the answers right, and she was going to keep crying.

"Because... because a lot of people in the school are very interested in you." Harry said guiltily, crossing his fingers silently, "Everyone thinks that you...you are always full of energy and emotions, and the other ghosts totally different."

Myrtle paused, and as she scanned his face up and down, Harry looked back at her in horror.

"You're right in saying that." Myrtle said slowly, raising her neck reservedly, "I don't need to deny that I am completely different from other ghosts. The aesthetics of this school are obviously better than mine. It was a lot stronger in school, which is nice."

She floated down from the ceiling, and Harry and the others were finally able to climb out from under the table.

"You're a student at Hogwarts too, Ms....Myrtle?" Hermione asked her cautiously. "How many years ago? I don't know if I'm being rude by asking..."

"Of course I'm rude, rude girl." Myrtle glared at her, but fortunately she didn't continue to cry this time, she just said with a straight face, "Are you hoping a ghost remembers the exact time? For me, every day almost."

This is quite true.Ron muttered something, and Harry thought of Hagrid's strange reaction when he heard Myrtle's name, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Have you ever heard of Hagrid, Myrtle?" he asked. "Rubus Hagrid, he's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts. I don't know if you ever knew each other..."

"Hagrid?" Myrtle asked him. "That big, stupid guy half as tall as a man?"

They all frowned at this description, but they could only say vaguely: "Almost..."

"Of course I do," said Myrtle, looking at them with a curious look, more interested in them than before.She deliberately cleared her throat, suddenly appeared a little reserved, coughing like a cough.

"I didn't expect you guys to do a lot of homework on me—of course, I still remember that Hagrid and I were in the same school year, and that was a rather reckless Gryffindor who always messed up things... "

She spoke with gusto, with a rare smile on her face, which made all three of them feel uncomfortable.Ron coughed, tried to cut her off, and nudged Harry.

"Show her the picture," he whispered to Harry, "tell her to pay attention to something else."

good idea.Harry nodded, took out the photo taken by Hagrid, handed it to Myrtle, and asked her casually without any hope, "Do you know the ghost up here, Myrtle?"

Myrtle stared at the photo, visibly taken aback, and then her eyes lit up suddenly, showing a bit of shyness.

shy?They stared at her in astonishment.

"Senior Tom Riddle!" She said the ghost's name accurately, looking very happy, "he was a Slytherin prefect when I died, all the girls in the school liked him, and the boys adored him...he Died too? When? Also at Hogwarts?"

"Yeah." Ron said, "I was a decent person before I was alive. I don't know why I started doing sneaky things after I died. Maybe it's because I've been dead for too long and my mind is a bit perverted. Hagrid killed all the roosters, did you hear any rooster-related squabbles when he was at school? Recall it carefully?"

"Hogwarts is still dying roosters now? It seems that the school is not very suitable for raising chickens." Myrtle said nonchalantly, focusing on the ghost in the photo, "Mr. Riddle, he is—he is Where? If possible, I'd like to invite him to sit in my bathroom, we can share a toilet, if he wants to..."

"I think this Tom Riddle guy is just crazy, not crazy," Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione.

Harry shrugged and said nothing to Myrtle, but said to Myrtle, "Of course you can invite him if you want—if you can find him. Would you please let us know when it's convenient? I just have something to ask him."

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