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Even Harry fell, and Ron pressed on top of Harry, both of whom accidentally swallowed several large mouthfuls of bubbles.

They hurriedly parted, stood up panting, and spat foam.

"It's you!" Ron looked up and saw a grim-faced female ghost sitting on top of a dragon head with Erlang on her legs.

It's a crying myrtle!!

This is a troublesome ghost, who was the first victim of Tom Riddle to unleash a basilisk when he opened a Slytherin chamber more than fifty years ago.

Since then, she can often be heard crying sadly in the sewer pipes of the abandoned girls' bathroom.

"It's me!" she said, with a rare teasing smile on her face.

Following her gaze, Harry looked down to see his slick body, undressed.

"Myrtle!" he said annoyedly, "how can you be here, I—we are wearing nothing!"

Being watched by Myrtle like this gave Harry a very uncomfortable feeling.

Despite the fact that the foam on top of the water is thick and hides everything.

But Harry suspected that Myrtle had been hiding in a dragon head to spy on him and Ron undressing since they entered.

"I just closed my eyes and didn't see anything!" she said, winking at Harry and Ron from behind the thick lenses, staying longer at Harry's, "Speaking of which, you haven't seen me in a long time, what about Avan?"

During the search for the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets at Manchurian Castle, Aven, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had contact with Myrtle.

Ron, in particular, had to apologize to Myrtle alone for inappropriate words at Nick's death party.

It was a nightmarish memory, and when I thought about it, all the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Only Evan can deal with her!" Ron muttered quietly, leaning closer to Harry, "what are we going to do?"

Harry shook his head, bending his knees slightly, making sure he couldn't see anything but his head.

"Why didn't you come to see me, did you hate me?" asked Myrtle, with a sad expression.

"The ......," said Harry, "we shouldn't have gone into your bathroom, are we? ”

"But you didn't care!" said Myrtle, sadly, "you used to stay there all day. ”

"We're being criticized for being there!" Harry said, pushing Ron.

Half of this statement is true, Percy once happened to see them coming out of Myrtle's bathroom.

"yes, so we thought, better not go there!" Ron continued.

He wrinkled his nose vigorously, trying to stay away from the myrtle.

It was terrible tonight, stupidly taking a golden egg to take a bath, and she met Myrtle, who peeked at her......

In this case, he might as well admit defeat and go straight to Evan and Hermione for help.

"Oh, understood!" said Myrtle, grumbling at a lump on her chin melancholy, "but you can still go later, and I will allow you to go." By the way, you can call Aven too, and the three of you will come and see me!"

Harry and Ron nodded hurriedly, indicating that they would definitely go in the future.

Anyway, with Aven, he has a good way of dealing with crying myrtle.

"By the way, you can try the golden eggs in the water, and that's what Cedric Diggory did. Myrtle said.

"You're peeking at him, too?" asked Harry, "what are you doing here, sneaking around here at night and peeking at the prefects taking a shower?"

"Sometimes!" Myrtle said mysteriously, "after all, it's boring to stay in the bathroom all the time, and I need some spices, but I've never come out to talk to anyone before." ”

"What an honor!" said Harry, sullenly.

He and Ron looked at each other, and neither of them wanted to go out and get the golden egg that had rolled into the distance under the gaze of Myrtle.

In the end, Ron can't get up, who calls him a warrior?!

"Myrtle, close your eyes and don't peek!" he exclaimed.

Ron saw that Myrtle had indeed covered her lenses tightly, so he got up from the bath and wrapped a towel tightly around his waist.

Harry blinked, and could clearly see that Myrtle was looking at Ron through her fingers, and she could see everything clearly.

It was a terrible picture, and he promised that he would never come here to take a bath in the future, and never come.

Ron ran back with the golden egg, gasping for breath.

Harry thought for a moment and didn't tell him what had just happened, especially when he was holding the golden egg and the towel was slipping down.

"What are we supposed to do?"

"Turn it on under the water!"

Ron placed the golden egg under the foaming surface of the water and opened it......

This time it did not scream, and there was a gurgling song from the golden egg, which came from under the water, and it was impossible to hear what was being sung.

Harry and Ron looked at each other again, so that's what happened!

"You need to get your head into the water, too!" said Myrtle, seemingly glad to point fingers at them, "Go ahead!"

The two men took a deep breath and dived underwater.

They sat on the marble at the bottom of the bubble bath and heard some strange voices singing in unison from the golden eggs that had been opened:

Look for us, where our voices sound, we can't sing on the ground.

Think carefully as you search, because we've snatched your most beloved treasure.

You only have an hour to find and retrieve what we have taken, and after an hour there is no hope, for it is completely gone, never to be seen.

"What does that mean?" Ron asked, burrowing out of the bubble-filled water.

"You have to look for those who can't make a sound on the ground!" said Harry, and came out, "but who is that, who can't sing on the ground......"

He shook his head, shook his hair from his eyes, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Ron, do you remember Hermione's speculation this morning?" Harry said quickly, "and what she said when we saw Krum jump into the lake, and Gabrielle said that her sister was going to winter swim in the lake!"

"You mean the ...... under the lake in front of the castle," Ron said in disbelief, "This can't be!"

"That's right, the second challenge is definitely under the lake, and you will have to find your most beloved treasure. ”

"Ah, that's what Diggory thought at the time. Myrtle said, looking at Harry appreciatively, "He hid there, talking to himself, pondering the question, pondering for a long time, for a long time, and almost all the bubbles were gone......"