Just as Dracula and Dumbledore were smiling and preparing to examine Quirrell's crime scene together, a ghost suddenly emerged from the bathroom cubicle.

It's a chunky schoolgirl-looking ghost. She wore thick glasses, had pimples on her face, and looked a little unhappy on her face.

"This is the girls' bathroom, what are the two professors doing here secretly?" She looked at the two professors in front of her and said suspiciously, "No, even if no one uses it, the women's bathroom is not a place where male professors can come casually." I'm going to have to tell you two about it! ”

Dracula and Dumbledore's faces froze. They never expected to avoid the sight of everyone else, but they did not avoid a ghost that resided in this bathroom.

"Myrtle, the two of us are here to check if something is wrong here." Dumbledore, who clearly knew the ghost, spoke gently.

Myrtle seemed a little disbelieving and retorted, "I've been here all the time, and I can guarantee that nothing is wrong with this bathroom." You must be making excuses for your actions! ”

As she spoke, Myrtle wanted to go through the roof of the bathroom and spread the news that the principal and professor were in the girls' bathroom.

"How can there be no situation where something is wrong? Weren't you there when Quirrell snuck in in the morning? Dracula stopped her from behind and asked.

"If you don't say it, you don't have it, if you don't believe it, you ......" Myrtle turned her head dissatisfiedly and looked at Dracula.

Then she froze where she was.

"Are you...... New professors? Myrtle's eyes seemed to light up with a peach, and her voice was pinched, completely different from just now, "Wow, I've never seen such a handsome professor, can I go to your classroom to listen to the lecture?" ”

The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched.

"That's right, Myrtle, this is our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore took over with a smile, not forgetting to glance at Dracula, "If you want to go to class, you can go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, not far from here." ”

"Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?" Hearing Dracula's position, Myrtle's eyes were suddenly filled with joy, "Then you will definitely have problems this year, right?" If you're dead, come here to me, I'll be happy to share this toilet with you. ”

Myrtle blushed and her eyes rolled, completely absorbed in the imagination of a better future.

Dracula turned his gaze to Dumbledore, the expression on his face very unkind.

"Dumbledore, don't tell me that you, as a Headmaster, don't even know there's a mentally troubled ghost here?" He asked.

"After all, this place is a girls' bathroom, so I don't usually come in." Dumbledore said, "I remember that Myrtle had been dead for decades, and I didn't expect her to stay in this place. ”

"This is where she died?" Dracula frowned, feeling that there must be some secret hidden here, "How did she die, is it because of the bathroom itself?" ”

"It's about a thing from fifty years ago." Dumbledore sighed and said softly, "There were a series of attacks at Hogwarts that year, and Myrtle was the only wizard to die in the attacks. But I still don't know what the truth of the attack is. ”

So Dracula turned his gaze to the ghost named Myrtle.

"Can you tell me about what happened here fifty years ago, this lady?" The light in his eyes flashed and he smiled eerily.

However, Dracula's previous invincible way of questioning is no longer effective today.

Instead of answering Dracula's question after seeing Dracula's smile, Myrtle began a new round of madness—

"Professor...... Woo woo my professor......"

“……”

“…… So she's really not mentally normal, is she? Dracula's smile stiffened on his face, and he looked back at Dumbledore who was watching the play next to him, "Is there anything you can do to get her back to normal?" ”

"Obviously, Professor Dracula, Myrtle's mental state is what it is because of you." Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders and laughed a little gloatingly, "So, it's up to you to get her back to normal." ”

Dracula took another look at Myrtle, who was still going crazy, and fell into deep thought.

"You keep an eye on this ghost here, don't let her go out and talk nonsense. I'm going to find a foreign helper. After a moment, he suddenly said to Dumbledore.

Before Dumbledore could respond, Dracula vanished in the shadow of a bat.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands, took out a packet of honey candy from his pocket, and ate it in the bathroom with relish.

……

It wasn't long before Dracula was back in the dreary girl's bathroom again.

Myrtle was floating in the air, crying and wailing, while Dumbledore comforted her as he chewed on the honey candy.

"Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat woman myrtle! Ugly myrtle! Poor, crying, sullen myrtle! She wept and said, "Now that good-looking professor also dislikes me, I don't live anymore!" ”

Myrtle is frustrated that Dracula left because she disliked her, although it did...... Now she's trying to put herself in the toilet and drown.

"Don't be sad, Myrtle." Dumbledore comforted, "Professor Dracula didn't leave because he didn't dislike you, you see, isn't he coming back?" ”

He pointed to Myrtle, who had just returned, Dracula.

Seeing Dracula return, Myrtle's mood seemed to become a little happier, and she got out of the toilet bowl.

"Yes, there's no need to treat yourself like that, Myrtle." Dracula nodded, "Don't forget that you're already a dead man, you can't drown yourself if you do this." ”

Hearing his words, Myrtle suddenly became even more upset and stuffed herself into the toilet again.

"Professor Dracula, I thought you would say something comforting." Dumbledore looked at Dracula helplessly.

"What can it mean to comfort others? I would never do something like that. Dracula said with a complacent expression, "Look, isn't it interesting to see a ghost like this fluttering in the toilet?" Rest assured, she won't drown anyway! ”

Dumbledore was helpless. For Dracula, anything that is not interesting is meaningless......

"Forget it, don't talk about this." Dumbledore changed the subject, "What about the foreign help you found?" ”

"It's over there." Dracula pointed with his chin to the wall at the back of the bathroom.

A slender ghost with long hair slowly floated through the wall towards the two of them.

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