"Shhhhh

"Don't worry, vio. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Hermione thought for a few seconds, staring at the dilapidated cubicle inside, and confidently pulled Vio into the bathroom as well, "I have a way. ”

Vio was pushed deeper by Harry and Ron, who were following behind, and she had no choice but to wait and see what Hermione did.

Beneath a stained mirror full of irregular cracks is a row of stone pools of marble veneer that have been completely peeled off, revealing moss and mold inside.

The floor was wet with several grooves of varying shades.

Hermione covered her nose and walked to the innermost point, then beckoned to them.

Vio walked all the way, and the wooden doors of those private rooms were all mottled and full of the marks left by time.

One of the door hinges had long since been disengaged, and it hung there wakily, and the wind blew through the hall to make a terrifying "squeak, squeak" sound.

In general, the place encourages each other with Myrtle's crying personality and seems to take pride in being gloomy and moister.

The crying myrtle was floating in the tank of the toilet bowl across from Hermione, her fingers rubbing her chin back and forth.

"Hey, Myrtle, how are you?" Hermione greeted her.

"This is the girls' bathroom," Myrtle said, looking at Ron and Harry with suspicion, "they're not girls. ”

"Of course," Hermione said briskly, "I'd like to show them here, this is a nice secret base. ”

She waved vaguely at the dirty old mirror and damp floor.

"I'm kind of going to throw up," Ron whispered to Harry, "it smells."

"What are you muttering?" asked Myrtle, glaring at them.

"Nothing, we're just discussing" Harry quickly explained, Ron covering his mouth and looking at her in surprise.

As a result, Myrtle sobbed dramatically, and she cried and said, "It's a secret again! It's a secret everywhere! It's all a secret from me! Helena has a secret, and the mirror has a secret!"

"They all talk behind my back, they don't let me know I'm alive, they ignore me, they never treat me as a human being, but I also have feelings. ”

Hermione looked at her in surprise and exchanged glances with Vio, both of whom knew that Myrtle must have played a big role in Helena's petrification.

"Myrtle, no one wants to upset you," Hermione said, "we just wanted to ask Helena and the mirror, which mirror is it?"

Unfortunately, Myrtle was so immersed in her own grief that she had only heard the first half of Hermione's question, and then cried, "No one wants to upset me!

"There is no joy in my life here, only sadness, and they still don't let me go when I die, and they can't escape from being ghosts!

"No, no, you're mistaken, we just want to ask you if you've seen anything interesting lately, you may have heard that there was a cat hanging outside your gate on Halloween. ”

Hermione hesitated, but still didn't mention Ginny again, no one corrected her, and subconsciously, everyone didn't want Ginny to have anything to do with it.

"Did you see anyone around here after you came out of your death party that night?" asked Harry. He's starting to pick up connections that he hadn't noticed before.

"I didn't pay attention," Myrtle said with an exaggerated expression, "Peeves laughed at me all the way, and then I didn't know what I saw in the aisle in front of me so he didn't continue to chase me, so I ran in, and I ran all the way to this toilet bowl and wanted to kill myself." Later, I remembered that I had already been"

"It's dead. Ron helped her finish.

The myrtle sobbed in grief, rose into the air, turned and plunged into the toilet, splashed water on them and the ceiling, and vanished.

"Okay, that's it, I don't think she'll come out again for the rest of the day. Hermione said to them in amazement.

Vio listened quietly to Myrtle's crying, which was far away, and she seemed to be swimming around the sewers again.

Only then did she put down her schoolbag and took out the "Powerful Potion" that she had borrowed from the library yesterday. In the upper left corner of the book's outer cover, there is a grayish-brown patch, as if it is moldy.

"You were able to borrow this book," Harry exclaimed, looking at Vio in admiration, "which professor did you get the autograph?"

Vio smiled and didn't speak.

Hermione said distressedly, "No professor would have lent us an autograph note for this book under normal circumstances, so I had to contribute Professor Lockhart's autograph, which I got during the last VIO lockdown." ”

"Is Mrs. Pince really going to give it back to you?" she turned to Vio, asking the question again that she had asked Vio countless times in the library last night.

"Of course not. "I guess Mrs. Pince probably likes him as much as you do, because he's so popular." ”

Ron grimaced with his tongue sticking out, "Vio, you're not telling the truth, are you?"

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, and she exasperated, "Of course she is. ”

"Your plan and VIO are reading this book here?" Ron asked.

"This is just the beginning, when you found Lady Loris that day, you saw a few typical Slytherin performances. Hermione patiently explained, "In the History of Magic class yesterday, Professor Binns refused to admit the existence of the Chamber of Secrets. But things can't be out of nowhere, so we might as well go to Slytherin and ask for ourselves."

"Ask Malfoy?" Harry raised his voice abruptly, his voice painful.

Ron continued, "Maybe the heir of Slytherin is him!

Hermione's lips moved, and Vio nervously preempted the words, "At the moment, it seems that Draco is indeed very likely, so you need the compound potion to get there."

"I can take you into the Slytherin common room, and you can ask questions about things I couldn't ask. ”

Hermione nodded, not saying more.

Harry pondered for a moment, and finally carefully took the copy of Powerful Potions from Vio's hand.

After opening it, the remaining three people all stepped forward and looked at the pages covered in enchanted watermarks.

After a few minutes, they finally figured out why the best place to go for the book was the ** district.

No sooner had they turned the pages of the catalog than they saw a chilling illustration: a man had been turned completely inside out, with organs and blood vessels and internal organs hanging from his body like an exhibit.

When you look closely, you can also see a string of saliva hanging from the corner of the person's mouth. Compared to it, the picture of the witch's head with many hands growing out of it was not very shocking.

They hurriedly flipped through the pictures and finally found the page labeled Compound Pottion. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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