"Don't underestimate me!" Yolanda could see what Severus was looking at at a glance, "Severus, seriously, don't underestimate me. ”

"Follow me"

Yolanda glanced at Severus, and for some reason, Severus always felt that there was a sense of ill will in Yolanda's eyes.

Quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and got up to follow Yolanda.

"Come in"

Severus blushed and said embarrassedly, "Yolanda, what are you bringing me here for?" Here it is......"

"Girls' bathroom, I know. Come in, don't grind around. This is the territory of the weeping myrtle. Come on, let's go in and have a look. ”

She ignored the word "malfunction"

A large signboard with the words pushed open the door.

It's simply the darkest and drenester part of Hogwarts.

Beneath a large, stained, cracked mirror is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces.

The floor was wet, and a few candle heads burned low on the brackets, emitting a dim light that made the floor gloomy.

The wooden doors of the single rooms are peeling off in paint and covered with scratches; One of the doors had its hinges off and hung there wakily.

Yolanda covered her mouth with her hands and walked towards the innermost private room.

When she got to the door, she said, "Hey, myrtle." How are you? ”

Severus looked over.

A crying myrtle is floating in the tank of the flush toilet, tugging at a spot on her chin.

"This is the girls' bathroom,"

She said, looking at Severus with suspicion, "You're not a girl. ”

"Yes,"

Yolanda agreed, "I wanted to show him how beautiful it was here -- here." ”

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

"Who is he?"

Severus lowered his voice to Yolanda.

"What are you muttering?"

Myrtle glared at them and asked.

"I hope people don't talk about me behind my back!"

Myrtle said with tears in her voice, "I also have feelings, you know, even though I am dead." ”

Myrtle cried and said, "There is no joy in my life here, only sorrow, and now that I am dead, people will not let me go!" ”

This is, Myrtle suddenly saw the school uniforms on the two of them, "You are Slajelin students?" ”

Her whole body began to turn red, "It's you Slejerin students, you call me 'Mudblood', you insult me, Peeves torture me so badly, I came here to kill myself." And then, of course, I remembered that I was- I had—"

"No"

Yolanda took advantage of the fact that her love had not gotten worse, and hurriedly spoke: "We are not supporters of pureblood, in fact, we are both half-bloods, and you should also know that in Slagelin, there is no difference between half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards. ”

"Oh, are you being bullied just like me? Looking for a quiet place? ”

Myrtle said with a pair of swollen eyes crying.

By the moment, her glasses had dropped to the tip of her nose.

"If that's the case, I can give you this place."

"It's not all for this reason, we want to practice the spell, we don't want to be bullied anymore, Myrtle, can you keep it a secret for us?"