As soon as William's question came out, there was some remorse in his heart.

Myrtle was already hysterical when she answered the question just now, and William was a little worried that his question would once again stimulate her sensitive nerves.

Thinking of this, William couldn't help but regret a little, he didn't care about Myrtle's feelings, but worried that his trip would be fruitless, in which case his time would be wasted.

Hearing William's question, Myrtle stopped hysterically splashing water everywhere, she stared blankly at William, and the bathroom returned to its original silence.

"No offense, Myrtle. I'm not trying to laugh at you, I really want to help you, both in your life and after you die. William's tone was very sincere, and he looked at the toilet cubicle, where Myrtle was sitting on the toilet and sobbing.

"I learned through some information that the cause of your death was very strange, so I wanted you to tell me what happened at that time, so that I can help you." According to the words prepared in advance, William continued to speak.

"Do you really think so?" Myrtle looked up and looked at William with suspicion.

"Of course, of course I thought so, and I swear what I said was true." In order to fool Myrtle, William casually made a meaningless vow.

For wizards, oaths are of course magical, and contract magic is technically a branch of verbal magic, but that refers to an unbreakable oath formed through spells or contracts.

A verbal, casual oath like William's is actually non-binding, and of course, even such a wizard rarely speaks like this.

Most wizards have a traditional superstition that doing so will bring them bad luck, but in reality, those bad luck never come because of such a ridiculous oath.

But it has to be said that this kind of thinking is still good, which keeps the wizard in high trust, let's say, the myrtle in front of William's eyes.

After hearing William's oath, Myrtle's face gradually softened, and she floated out of the bathroom cubicle and came to William's face again.

"I've forgotten a lot of things since I became a ghost, but I can't forget this one, the night I died, the night I died." Myrtle's voice was full of sadness, it was really not a happy memory, and remembering how he had died was a very cruel thing for any ghost.

"That night, I was once again ridiculed by Oliver Humbe, a dirty, slutty, vicious female scoundrel with disgusting blond hair." Myrtle gritted her teeth and cursed.

It can be seen that she has a very strong hatred for this witch named Hongbei, who must have mocked and teased her a lot when Myrtle was still alive.

"Unlike me, she was always so popular with her classmates, especially the boys, who were obsessed with her blonde hair.

yes, who likes a myrtle that doesn't look good and loves to cry? Myrtle's voice began to choke up gradually, and she went back to crying.

No wonder, you'll be called a crying myrtle, William thought helplessly.

That's a good saying, as long as you give the wrong name, there is no wrong nickname.

"Soon, they won't think like that, and after I've overcome the connection between spirits and ghosts, I'll be able to easily get rid of these pimples for you, and I can help you get a more fashionable hairstyle." William assured Myrtle.

"I really hope that's the case, I really want to be welcomed by everyone, not pranks and vicious taunts." Myrtle said with tears in her eyes.

"That night, she said I was wearing these damn glasses like a four-eyed dog. Then, guess what, everyone actually thinks she's so humorous, no one cares, and no one cares what Myrtle thinks.

The pimple-covered crybaby, that's what they saw of me. The four-eyed dog with glasses, that's my new nickname after that night, how does it sound good? ”

"Actually, I think it's quite a vicious verbal attack."

"I couldn't stand their taunts, so I cried all the way to the bathroom, which was not as dilapidated as it is now. No students have been here since I became a ghost and people would rather walk long distances than come here, and even house-elves don't like to come here to clean up so much.

Myrtle will always be this undesirable ghost. As if opening up a conversation, Myrtle complained to William.

"I'll ask the principal to pay more attention to the hygiene of the girls' bathroom on the second floor, Myrtle. Soon there will be house-elves coming to improve your quality of life. ”

"I didn't mean that, I actually like the environment like it is now, and my aesthetic has changed a lot since I became a ghost." Hearing William's words, Myrtle hurriedly explained.

I can see that most of them will become very heavy after becoming ghosts, otherwise the dishes at Nick's birthday party would not be so weird.

"After being insulted by them, I ran to the bathroom cubicle and cried, and just then I heard a boy's voice, and I cried out of the cubicle to see who would not spare the poor myrtle, and continue to humiliate her even if she chased her into the girl's bathroom."

That must have been Tom, the young Lord Voldemort, who opened the Chamber of Secrets for the first time after realizing that he was a descendant of Slytherin.

"And then, did you hear him say anything strange?"

"Yes, he said a lot, a lot, but I really don't remember because I'm going to die." Speaking of this, Myrtle covered her head in pain.

"It was quite a horrible feeling, and when I stepped out of the compartment I saw a pair of large, bright yellow eyes, and then my consciousness began to leave the body, and at that time I didn't realize that I was dying.

I felt more and more sleepy, and then the endless darkness enveloped me like a tidal wave, and I died completely.

After I don't know how long, my consciousness returned to this world, but in a ghostly way, back to this world again. ”