Everyone in the classroom looked at Jack Silver in unison.

Silver blinked, "With a little knowledge of ancient magic, I think most people can do that, Professor Snape." ”

"A lot of people think humility is a virtue, but in my opinion, too much humility is hypocrisy, Silver. "You don't have to worry too much about Weasley's face, because you're not the omnipotent, perfect savior, are you?"

Harry felt himself tremble all over.

"And I don't think most of the people in your mouth probably include Weasley, not to mention that with Weasley's brain, if you want to be accomplished in ancient magic scripts, you can only pray that Merlin will possess you. Professor Snape looked at Weasley contemptuously and said in an irritating tone, "Weasley, I think it's hard for you to pass the Guò Apparition exam. ”

The Slytherin students burst into laughter.

"Don't!" Harry saw Ron angrily open his mouth to speak, and hurriedly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Don't fight with him, it's useless, it's just going to cost Gryffindor points." ”

"Potter, what are you holding Weasley's arm for? Do you want to hit Weasley?" Snape said deliberately loudly, "That's not going to work, Gryffindor will deduct five more points because of Potter's unkind behavior towards his classmates." ”

"Now open the book and turn to page one hundred and thirty. Snape smirked, "Read the first two paragraphs of the Mind Curse ......"

Ron was so wilting throughout the class that he didn't even pay attention to Snape's repeated verbal blows later.

"Snape is right, isn't it?" Ron said after staring at the broken mirror in the bathroom for a minute or two, "I don't know if there is any point in going to the exam, I just can't learn to apparition." ”

"You can take part in Hogsmeade's special training and see what happens," Harry said sensibly, "at least, it's more fun than showing up in a stupid wooden hoop." And then, if you still can't—well—do as well as you'd like, you can postpone the exam and come with me in the summer -- Myrtle, it's the boys' bathroom!"

The ghost of a girl rises from a flush toilet behind them, floating in mid-air, a pair of eyes glaring at them from behind thick white round glasses.

"Oh," she said sullenly, "it's you two. ”

"Who are you waiting for?" Ron asked, looking at her in the mirror.

"Didn't wait for anyone. Myrtle plucked a small dot at her chin melancholy and said, "I'm just here to hang out and see if I can meet a boy." ”

"I thought you lived in the girls' bathroom. Harry said he didn't want to see the haunting ghost of Hogwarts, Myrtle, who had a bad track record of following people for three years, and that the subject was mentally ill. If it weren't for the Ministry of Magic's special personnel to deal with evil ghosts, Myrtle wouldn't have been willing to stay at Hogwarts.

"Yes," she said, shrugging her shoulders in exasperation, "but that doesn't mean I can't visit anywhere else, I can access the guò sewer system to any of the castle's lavatories." ”

"That means ......," Ron changed, "you're not going to the boys' bathhouse, are you?"

Myrtle giggled, "I sometimes go to look and admire the body of a handsome boy." ”

Speaking of this, her face actually flushed.

Harry felt a chill over their bodies, all these years, their bodies might have been looked at by this lustful female ghost.

"Myrtle, this is not what a cultured lady should do. Harry carefully pondered his words, lest he anger Myrtle.

"It doesn't matter, I'm dead anyway, so I don't have to follow the dogma of the living. Myrtle danced happily in the air, "and the boy agreed with me. ”

"It's shocking. Ron said.

"But I thought he liked me," she stopped abruptly, and said plaintively, "maybe he will come back when you are gone...... We have a lot in common...... I'm sure he felt ......"

She looked expectantly at the door.

"You said you had a lot in common," Ron said, now seemingly amused, "meaning he's in the hose too?"

"No," Myrtle protested, her voice echoing through the old-fashioned tiled washroom, "I mean he's sensitive, he's also bullied, he feels lonely, there's no one to talk to, he's not afraid to reveal his feelings, he cries whenever he wants!"

"A boy cried here?"

"It's just a rhetorical device. "I mean he's going to be genuine, and he's going to tell me about his troubles, his stresses, and his—"

"His spring dreams?"

"Shut up, you nasty redhead boy. Myrtle said, her leaky little eyes staring at Ron, who was already grinning, "I promised not to tell anyone, I'm going to bring his secrets in—"

"--It's not a grave, is it?" Ron laughed, "maybe it's a sewer......"

Myrtle let out an angry cry and went back to the flush toilet, splashing water around the toilet and on the floor. Stimulating Myrtle seems to have given Ron his courage back.

"Aren't you afraid she'll follow your ass until she turns you into a psychopath?" said Harry.

"It couldn't get any worse anyway, Harry. Ron perked up.

"You're right," he said, tossing his bag back over his shoulder, "I'm going to take special training in Hogsmeade, even if it costs some Galleons for it, and then I'll decide whether to go to the exam or not." (To be continued......)