"So, you guys were just talking about this? Punishment games? ”

Seeing Brandi desperately entangled by Myrtle, Harry and Ron clutched their stomachs and asked breathlessly.

"Punishment games? How could Parvati and I do such a boring thing. Hermione said earnestly, if it weren't for the fact that her face was so stiff to hold back laughter, Harry would have almost believed it. Well, I'll admit it's a little bit interesting. But that's not the main purpose, I actually wanted to take the opportunity of Brandi and Myrtle to talk and ask Myrtle if she saw anything that night. ”

Harry and Ron stared, stunned by Hermione's blatant excuse.

"You did what you promised......" Myrtle swayed back and forth beside Brandy, looking happy. I've been waiting here for you, even if it's been a bit long, but of course, the last thing for me is time. ”

…… No, I'd rather put this time back a little bit if I could. Brandi rolled his eyes and secretly scolded himself, but at this time, Hermione suddenly pinched him with her fingers behind his back, and he was stunned for a moment, and quickly forced to pretend to be sorry. "I was thinking I would come here a few days ago, but then... Cough... You know, something didn't happen here, so we had to drag on for a while. ”

"yes, that's bad luck." She said indignantly, "You know, as soon as I came out of my room the next day, I saw an old man with red eyes, and how terrible it was, and how ugly and fierce it was. He had to tell him who had harmed his cat, what a joke! ”

"So you told him?" Seeing that Myrtle opened her mouth so easily, he hurriedly asked, and the companions behind him also stopped chatting and pricked up their ears.

"Of course not...... And even if I knew, I wouldn't have thought of telling him, he would always come to me and scold and say that he would renovate the room. He wouldn't even let go of the last place I could stay. "On the day of my death, I was so viciously sarcastic and sarcastic as Peeves that I just wanted to hide back in my compartment, and I even wanted to kill myself at that time—and later—woo-woo......"

Watching Myrtle sobbing in grief, Brandi looked back speechlessly and handed Harry an inquiring look.

"It's none of us to do with her, Peeves means she's fat and ugly...... Uh, and a pimple-covered ......," Harry said cautiously, stammering his fingers.

Okay...... It's almost a perfect description of the myrtle's appearance. Brandi originally wanted to find something to comfort her, but she reluctantly found that she had no room to refute at all.

After chatting casually for a while, they still found nothing, but time was pressing. Filch is likely to come over at any time to make a round, and if he sees them sneaking around in the women's bathroom, he will definitely be in trouble. Hermione tugged at Brandi's robe, motioning for him to leave as soon as possible.

So Brandi had to give up the idea of asking for any information from Myrtle, and he began to retreat from Myrtle's reluctant gaze.

"That's right, Myrtle." Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, according to Rydel's meaning, the secret room and the treasure house were opened at about the same time, so Myrtle she might ......

"Do you know Wright? Lightman Manson, a Hufflepuff. ”

"Wright, ha! Of course I know him! Myrtle suddenly became proud. He's a classmate of ours~"

Hermione, who had already walked out of the bathroom door, paused.

"What did you say?" Brandi, who was already hopeless, jumped up excitedly. "You're classmates with him?"

"That's right, and we're not ordinary acquaintances, and on the day he disappeared, I had to accompany Oliver around the campus desperately looking for him, shouting until my voice was hoarse." In Brandy's shocked eyes, Myrtle said slowly with a nostalgic expression of reminiscence. "Poor Oliver, it's rare to meet such a polite boyfriend, and he disappeared like this."

That's a key message. Hermione, who was the first to realize this, had her eyes glowing with excitement, even when she ran into Percy in the hallway, she was harshly lectured by him, and even deducted five points. They didn't have any thoughts of getting angry, Hermione pulled them up the stairs quickly, found an empty classroom and got in, and several people pulled chairs and formed a circle.

"Wrong, I got it a little wrong in the first place." Hermione said excitedly, pressing her pounding heart.

"Does it have anything to do with the Chamber of Secrets?" Parvati asked curiously.

"There may or may not be." She searched for the quill and ink in her school bag, took out the notebook she carried closely, and flipped through a few pages. "But one thing is for sure, this information is related to the Seven Seals, you see."

She showed the page in her notebook, which listed several pieces of information, all about Oliver Humbe:

1. Oliver Humbe was entrusted by Wright to leave seven messages

2. The seventh message mentions that she put one of the seven seals with her best friend, and her best friend died as a result.

3. She used to be a good friend of Myrtle, but it seems that she turned against her because of the third seal, and after she insulted Myrtle, Myrtle died, and the third seal was missing.

4. More than ten years after graduation, Oliver's family was cursed and killed, and he himself went insane and is now being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital.

5. Voldemort failed to obtain useful memories from her.

Brandi looked at the information above, vaguely aware of the connection between them and Myrtle's message just now. But for a while, he couldn't analyze it, so he had to look at Hermione and wait for her explanation.

Others undoubtedly did the same, Hermione = IQ, the equation was ingrained in their minds.

"Don't see it? Don't you see a timing problem? Hermione pulled out her quill and made a mark on the third seal. Oliver Humbe was Wright's girlfriend before his death, so it made sense that she was willing to leave a message for Wright. But what we didn't know before was that when she was fighting against Myrtle for the third seal, Wright had actually disappeared! Oliver should have known that holding this thing in her hands would attract persecution from the mysterious man, but why did she insist on getting it from Myrtle? Just greed? ”

"You mean...... Oliver's purpose wasn't for the Third Seal? Harry stammered.

"Of course," Hermione nodded, "with this message, I can now understand her motives, when Oliver saw the Third Seal, he wasn't surprised by the Third Seal itself, but terrified of the unknown threat around him. In order to save the myrtle who was still ignorant and ignorant, she deliberately scolded her away in a vicious tone, and stole the third seal to hide it, but unfortunately, when she succeeded, the myrtle was still killed. ”

For a moment, everyone fell silent. This message turned their long-standing impression of Oliver snobbery upside down.

"What a good sister," muttered Parvati, "poor myrtle still thinks Oliver hates her. ”

"Yes, they are good sisters! Very good, very good sisters. So, have you found the most important part of this message? Hermione sighed and ticked off the second. Oliver had been feeling guilty about Myrtle's death, so she put the third seal she had stolen back to Myrtle...... Let the thing that killed her sleep with her in the ground. ”

In the shocked eyes of everyone, she wrote the sixth article on the note: The third seal, the dark horse, may now be buried in the tomb of Myrtle.

……………………

After some deliberation, they decided not to take it for now, as it was with Myrtle's bones, and according to Hermione's interpretation of the Seven Seals, it wasn't a good thing either. So they returned to the lounge with mixed feelings of excitement and emotion, and began to work their mountain of homework.

In fact, most people are like this, when they are very excited, they always want to make something big news that can attract attention and shock the audience - now they are probably in that situation, the puzzle they have just completed makes it difficult for them to calm down and learn *** thinking about what interesting things they are provoking to express the excitement in their hearts...... In other words, I can't wait to get things done.

So after a period of struggle, they all closed the book tightly.

"Do you think it's strange that someone said something very strange on the day Lady Loris was killed." Ron was eager to try Hermione's handsome style, which had only one truth, and he pretended to be incomprehensible. "Obviously, the wall only mentions that the secret room has been opened, but he knows the target he wants to attack later?"

"If you're talking about Malfoy—"

"Who else but him?" Ron yelled, "You should all hear it, 'You're next, Mudbloods!'" It's so explicit, I'm afraid people won't guess it. ”

“…… I don't think it has to be him. Brandi hesitated, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to confess Riddle's affairs, after all, there was an agreement between him and Riddle. I don't think the real heir will be so high-profile, he will need time to get rid of us, and if he is like Malfoy, he will probably be exposed soon. ”

"And how do you interpret Malfoy's words?" Ron was unconvinced, "If it weren't for him, at least he knew someone, right, otherwise how would he know that he would only kill Muggles when the Chamber of Secrets was opened?" ”

Ron's words suddenly reminded Brandi of a conversation he had overheard on the side of the road on the day of school, when Snape had a conversation with a woman named Narcissa.

Please, Severus. 】

【…… Your husband has done a big stupid thing this time, Dark Lord ......]

"Ron." He suddenly asked, "Do you know a woman named Narcissa?" ”

"Narcissa?" Ron thought for a moment, "Narcissa Black? You're talking about Malfoy's mother. ”

They saw Brandi's pupils shrink suddenly.

"Okay...... I guess we need to prove it. He told everyone about the two lines of conversation he had overheard. I don't know if this conversation has anything to do with the Chamber of Secrets, but Ron was right, and it seems that Malfoy is a big problem now. ”

"But how can we prove it?" Harry said pessimistically.

"Maybe there's a way." Hermione slowly raised her head and glanced at the students around her, her voice lowered.

"We can ask Malfoy ourselves, in another way."