Chapter Seventy-Five: The Weeping Myrtle

"This is not the time to discuss this. I said, I don't think we can get any more information here at Hagrid, are we going to waste time here?" Zhang Feng suddenly felt that he needed to change the subject, if Harry had become distrustful of Dumbledore, Zhang Feng would have no place at Hogwarts.

"Mm-hmm, the wind is right, let's go find Myrtle! Don't waste time on Hagrid, he's neither the murderer nor the victim of the murder 60 years ago. Ron was also echoing Zhang Feng.

"Alright, let's go!" Harry felt that Hagrid had some things he needed to figure out, but those things were nothing compared to the things in the Chamber of Secrets.

When they returned to the castle and came to the door of the women's bathroom on the second floor of the castle, there was a sign hanging at the door of the bathroom: "Suspended!"

Zhang Qiu and Hermione pushed open the door and walked inside, and when they entered, they suddenly found that they seemed to be a little unaccustomed. The tall figure that always walked in front of the two of them was gone, and they subconsciously looked around, but Zhang Feng didn't come in at all.

Zhang Qiu was helpless, opened the door, stretched out his head, and wanted to summon Zhang Feng in. At this moment, I saw Harry, Ron, and Zhang Feng standing at the door of the bathroom with red faces.

"Come on, you three, this bathroom is closed all year round, and no one will come because of myrtle, no one will be able to use it properly. ”

After listening to Zhang Qiu's words, the three of them walked towards the bathroom.

Walking into the bathroom, I saw a huge sink with eight sides, each with a sink and a mirror.

"The sink in this bathroom has never been watered, and every Headmaster of Hogwarts has asked someone to fix it, but it has never been repaired, so I have to leave it alone. Hermione told everyone that she had memorized the book "Hogwarts, A School History".

There were some private rooms in the bathroom, and Hermione pointed to the middle one and said, "This is Myrtle's private room." Let's call her out. ”

"Myrtle, Myrtle, are you there?" said Hermione, and everyone shouted at the room.

At this moment, water splashed in the toilet bowl in the middle of the private room, and a translucent girl rushed out of it. She had long, straight hair and thick glasses, and a plaintive and mischievous look on her face.

"Are you looking for me? are you going to make fun of me again?" Myrtle tilted her head and looked at them.

"No, we just wanted to ask you something. It's presumptuous, but we want to know if you can recall the day you died?" Zhang Feng asked Myrtle.

Myrtle thought about it carefully, and seemed a little happy that someone finally asked this question.

"It was when I was a Ravenclaw student, and my name was Myrtle Warren. Hagrid had confessed to me the day before, and I had been scolded by the professor that day, and Olive Humbe laughed at me, so I hid in this cubicle in the bathroom and cried. I cried for a long, long time, and I fell asleep while crying, and I was woken up by another person's voice. It was a boy, I'm pretty sure, and although I didn't understand his voice, the pronunciation was always 'hiss'. I walked out to remind him that the bathroom was a girls' bathroom, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw a yellow vertical pupil. Myrtle said in an eerie, slightly smiling voice. But as soon as she got to the point, she stopped.

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After 5 seconds of silence.

"What happened later?" asked Zhang Qiu, who was anxious.

"Then I died!" Myrtle's tone made Zhang Qiu feel the urge to hit her.

"We can reason with it, in fact, it means that the myrtle was killed in an instant. Zhang Feng concluded at this time.

"Actually, we want to know who of your classmates have been at Hogwarts recently?" Hermione thought for a moment and asked Myrtle a question.

"Actually, the only student I've ever been at Hogwarts recently is Hagrid, but recently I've heard the same voices in this bathroom. Myrtle replied.

"I think we should go to the library, I think I should have a direction. Zhang Feng already had an idea about the murderer at this time.