Chapter 166: Angry Myrtle

"But who is the heir of Slytherin? There are many Slytherin villains, but not many meet the requirements. After all, once you are caught www.biquge.info you will not only be expelled, but you will also be imprisoned in Azkaban Prison, which is a hellish place. ”

Ron muttered to himself in confusion, not noticing that Ginny's ruddy face suddenly turned pale again.

Harry had been quietly keeping an eye on Ginny, and immediately noticed it, and immediately changed the subject, "Don't mention that hellish place, talk about something happy, school is about to start." ”

"I've been very idle lately, but I don't go to class all the time, and I feel a little relaxed. Hermione stretched and said with a straight face.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, even during the holidays. Wherever Hermione went, she never left the book, which is still called laxity, and the world of Xueba is really incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The holidays are always over, and the students have returned to school after Christmas, and it seems that school is especially important for students compared to the basilisk attack.

George had already arranged to deal with Lucius's plot, and Harry and the others relaxed and continued to focus on their homework. No matter when it comes and what happens, in the end, the most important thing is your own ability and strength.

As soon as school started, Snape was on a nervous side, assigning a lot of homework. Fortunately, Snape couldn't just let Gryffindor students do homework, and he couldn't just give Harry homework. Otherwise, Harry believed Snape would have made him copy the entire library.

Harry and Ron left the dormitory and rushed back to the castle, which was not an easy task. The most critical point is that although Snape can't just give Harry homework, he can just make things difficult for Harry.

He assigned a lot of homework, and if others couldn't finish it, they just gave a low evaluation. Harry didn't dare to try how many points he would lose if he couldn't finish it. Being targeted by a teacher who hates him at such a moment is not an easy thing to do in any way.

As they walked down the hallway, they heard an angry voice yelling from upstairs.

"It's Filch, go up and have a look!" Harry whispered, taking three steps and two steps up the stairs, hiding out of sight of others, and listening.

"Someone won't be attacked again, right?" Ron was a little nervous, in broad daylight, this was not a dark corner, and the basilisk wouldn't have been arrogant enough to be like this.

They didn't move, and they didn't have to listen closely to hear Filch's hysterical roar.

"It's just insane, always giving me trouble and mopping the floor all night. Why am I doing this, am I not doing enough? No, I can't bear it any longer, I'm going to find Dumbledore. Filch's footsteps kept moving farther and farther until there was a violent closing of the door in the distance.

They peeked around the corner, and Filch apparently stood guard again at the place where Lady Loris had been attacked.

They could see at a glance why Filch was furious, water soaking half the hallway, seeping out of the bathroom where the weeping Myrtle was. Only then did they hear Myrtle's cry coming from the bathroom.

"What's crazy about her?" asked Ron, puzzled.

During this time, they ran into this bathroom in order to prepare the compound decoction, and they had seen a lot of myrtle's madness, but fortunately they didn't have to pay attention to her.

"Let's go check it out. Harry said, lifting his robe to his ankle, dripping with deep water, and walked through the door with the "malfunction" sign on it, and walked straight inside.

The crying myrtle's crying roar was a few notches higher than usual, loud and miserable, and it was almost unimaginable as an assault weapon. Perhaps it was the loss of the physical limitations of the ghost that gave her the ability to cry even more terrifyingly.

She still seemed to be hiding in the usual flush toilet, and the water that was pouring out the candles in the bathroom was dimly lit, and there was standing water all over the walls and floors.

"What's going on, Myrtle?" asked Harry cautiously, lest he touch the frown of the psychotic man.

"What happened?" said Myrtle, in a miserable voice, "why do you do this, why do you hit me with something." ”

Harry walked over to her room and asked, "Who hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me. Myrtle shouted angrily, and a louder stream of water erupted from under her, splashing on the floor, "I'm here quietly, thinking about my own business, and some people think it's fun to throw me a book..."

"You don't have to be so angry, even if someone throws something, it won't hurt you. Harry reasoned, he'd been smashed by Dudley's stuff before, "Those things go straight through you, don't they?"

Myrtle immediately resembled a fried cat, she was like a fluffing balloon, inflated and screamed.

"Let's all smash myrtle with books, she doesn't feel it at all anyway. If you hit her in the stomach, add 10 points. Hit her in the head, and it got fifty points. Haha, what a fun game, but I don't think so. ”

Harry immediately remedied, "So who hit you with the book?"

"How would I have known that I was sitting on the toilet, thinking about the past and death, when the book suddenly fell on my head. Myrtle glared at them viciously, and said in an angry tone, "It's still here, it's all blistered." ”

Harry and Ron looked in that direction, and a small, thin book was falling to the ground under the pool. The tattered black ** skin, which was soaked in water, was completely soaked. Harry walked up to pick it up and take a look. Ron reached out and grabbed him.

"What?" asked Harry, curious.

"Don't touch things. Ron explained, "It could be dangerous. ”

"Danger?" Harry couldn't help but laugh, "There's no one here, what's the danger of a book." ”

"Of course it's dangerous, the books of the wizarding world are not simple things. Ron said in a terrible tone.

"Spellbooks are the most common magic items, and there can be all sorts of terrible things attached to them. My dad once told me that some of the books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic could burn blind people's eyes. ”

"Those who accidentally read the magic book 'Sonnets of the Wizard' will have to speak in limericks for the rest of their lives. The old wizard of Buzz has a collection of magic books, and once you open it, you can't close it, and you can only bury your head in the book everywhere you go, and you can only do other things with one hand. And..."

(To be continued.) )