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After Christmas, the school became more and more deserted, and Van Lin noticed that many familiar faces were missing from his side. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hogwarts was in such a dangerous situation that the parents of the young wizards had to protest to the school.

They left their children at home, and it's safe, at least for now.

Because of the interruption of the clues, Van Lin and the others had to re-prepare to find everything about the secret room.

Among them are two of the most important characters, the weeping myrtle and our gamekeeper Rubeus Hagrid.

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"Van Lin, you hurry up......" Hermione urged as she ran.

Now the four of them were in two groups, and Harry and Ron went to Hagrid's side knock.

Originally, Van Lin wanted to go to Hagrid, but Harry disagreed, saying that he would ask for it himself.

So Van Lin and Hermione were assigned to the potion maker's restroom, and asked Myrtle for some news about the monster, after all, Myrtle must have seen the monster, although she died because of it.

"Wait a minute, Hermione" Van Lin pulled Hermione, and the two of them stood against the wall around the corner.

Van Lin noticed a knuckle-thick water filling the hallway......

"What's wrong, Van Lin?" said Hermione, a little dazed, as she heard someone talking, but more like an angry curse.

Soon Hermione noticed the water on the ground, just like she had done in the previous attacks, but this time there were no crawling spiders.

"Did there be another attack?" said Hermione, a little nervously, and the girl was still a little scared, after all, the person who had seen the monster was dead.

Van Lin held his breath, the voice of the voice and the sound of rushing water mixed together.

"No......," Van Lin let out a long sigh of relief, "it's Mr. Filch, who may be complaining about the tedious work......

“... Enough work for me! And wiping all night, as if I didn't have enough! No, this is the last time. I'm going to find Dumbledore......"

As he spoke, Filch's voice reached the ears of Van Lin and Hermione with the sound of his footsteps treading water.

This made both of them hold their breath at the same time, and if Filch found out, the two of them would be very uncomfortable, after all, Filch became extremely irritable because of Mrs. Loris's accident, as if everyone was a murderer.

Luckily, it was a T-shaped hallway, and Filch took two steps before turning through the middle hallway.

The sound of his footsteps receded, and a door slammed shut in the distance.

Van Lin poked his head in the corner. It is clear that Filch usually stands guard in the place where Lady Loris was attacked.

"Come out, Hermione!" Van Lin took two steps, not knowing where the water came from.

A lot of water was spilling in most of the hallway, and it still seemed to be spilling out of the weeping Myrtle's toilet.

Now that Filch is not yelling, they can hear Myrtle's cries escaping from the walls of the toilet.

"What's wrong with her, why did she start crying again, and making so much water to provoke Filch......" Van Lin asked Hermione helplessly.

Hermione unceremoniously rewarded Van Lin with a roll of the eyes, "Who knows, Myrtle is always like that, sentimental, and troublesome......"

"Do you know what she often feels?" asked Van Lin with some curiosity, in his opinion, girls always get to know each other, even though Myrtle is a female ghost......

"If you're interested...... Hermione said mercilessly, "you can ask her yourself, who knows what she thinks, she's at least 60 years old......

Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew very well what Van Lin thought, after all, in Hermione's opinion, Van Lin's brain hole was so big.

"Hey...... Hehe......" Van Lin smiled awkwardly, he was still not used to eating deflated at Hermione's, it would have been better if it had been Ron or Harry.

"Let's go, maybe Myrtle is in a good mood right now......" Van Lin said, dragging Hermione to Myrtle's toilet.

They pulled their robes over their ankles, walked across the large puddle of water with their feet on them, came to a door with a sign that read "Fault", ignored it as usual, and went inside.

A moaning McTorler was crying, louder and louder than ever. She was hiding in her usual bathroom, which was dark because the water had extinguished the candles.

"What's going on, Myrtle?" said Van Lin.

"Who is it?" Myrtle sobbed sadly, "you're going to throw something at me, too." ”

Van Lin laboriously walked through her cell and asked, "Why am I throwing something at you?"

"Don't ask me!" myrtle yried.

She stood up, picked up more water, and splashed it on the already soaked floor. "I was here, doing my own thing,...... However, some people find it funny to throw books at me......"

"No, it's not interesting, Myrtle......" said Van Lin, "after all, you're a ghost, these books can't hurt you, he'll go straight through ......"

"So you mean it's fun to hurt me?" Myrtle cried, her voice harsh.

"Like this...... "Myrtle suddenly flew in front of Van Lin, "I'll tell you what they find interesting." ”

Myrtle viciously: "10 points through the stomach! 5 points through the head!

Myrtle screamed frantically, and as she spoke, she ran her hand through Vanlin's body, through her head, and through her stomach......

It was a thrilling feeling......

"Calm down...... Calm down...... Myrtle ...... "said with difficulty, it was really difficult to talk to a neurotic ghost.

"Who the hell threw things at you...... Van Lin said loudly, it wasn't a wonderful feeling to be crossed by a ghost......

"I don't know......," Myrtle suddenly fell silent again, "I was sitting on the toilet and thinking about death, and they went straight through my head." “

Myrtle glared at them. "There they were, all faded by the blisters. ”

Following Myrtle's finger, there was a large pile of books scattered there, all of them made of paper, all of which had been soaked and rotten.

But only one book is still intact, at least relative to the ones that have been soaked.

The black cover of the book is very shabby and as wet as the rest of the stuff in the toilet. But the black cover still did the trick, it was like parchment......

Van Lin walked over and picked up the book, which was still in good condition.

"You really don't know who threw it at you?" Van Lin asked, confused.

"Yes, there was no one left when I came out...... Myrtle thought for a moment, "but I heard two...... Oh no, it's the voices of three boys, shouting to throw them all away......"

"Who could it be?" Van Lin asked, and he and Hermione looked at each other, apparently it was a prank, and Myrtle just happened to be smashed.

"Alright...... Van Lin put the book in his pocket, "I'll help you find the person who threw the book, and make him apologize to you, Myrtle......"