"What do you say? Krum almost died? Harry saw Myrtle coming out of the cubicle, her top body outside and her bottom body still in the cubicle, her hands on her cheeks.

She used the wooden door of the cubicle as a window.

"The handsome Hufflepuff guy suffers a bit, too, but his magical plants are fun and can confuse monsters."

"Oh, yes." Suddenly Myrtle looked at him with a sweet smile, and she said, "Owen, why don't you go to the prefect's bathroom to take a bath?" ”

She said, winking at him from behind the thick lenses.

"They've all been, that Cedric, and some unsmiling Weasley, Gryffindor's Captain Wood, Durmstrang's hunk man, Beauxbatons' little sweetheart."

"Of course—and the Gryffindor Lady Storm."

Behind Myrtle's big glasses, a hint of cunning suddenly flashed. Then, she put her hand on her forehead and her body slipped out of the door of the cubicle, "Oh! To be honest, I think she's too thin, skinny, skinny, and small, and she's still the Beauxbatons sweetheart who is pretty and in good shape.

But I still like Cedric Diggory, he's so handsome, isn't he? ”

"Poof—" Owen and Harry snapped in.

The ferocity is also very small

Very small

Small.

Oh my God—if Miss Granger (Hermione) heard that, I wonder what her expression would be?

It's definitely a cannibalistic expression!

Owen and Harry had no doubt that Miss Granger (Hermione) would beat the person who said it into a pig's head.

It's a pity she's not there.

Wait a minute! Owen squinted, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

She must have deliberately waited for Hermione to enter the pipe before coming out!

I knew that I would be beaten by Miss Granger with a Patronus if I said this!

Stains - what to coax - the front of the bar!

Just tell the truth!

Owen didn't pay much attention to that, though—he wasn't a pervert after all.

But maybe after Myrtle's words were heard by Hermione, she might be more embarrassed and angry to pay more attention to her body?

Eat more?

It's also a great way to motivate people!

"Actually—" Myrtle's eyes lit up as she showed a girlish shyness, and then the cunning figure floated towards Harry and Owen in some sort of provocative motion.

"I've noticed you Owen since the first time you came here." Myrtle said very secretly, "Although I never came out to talk to people before. ”

Both Harry and Owen took a step back.

In the face of this female rascal - ah, no- female pervert!

A pervert in her sixties!

Voldemort killed her, and now she is in her sixties.

The two of them are innocent and small. How could there be a means to parry, if it wasn't for the entrance to the sewer pipe behind him, he could push it to the corner.

And—just the people she just talked about.

A person who has bathed in the prefect's bathroom.

Imagine you're taking a shower and somewhere is someone peeping at you, and she's looking at you with a squint, judging your body.

It's just horrible!

Hiss - for a moment, both Harry and Owen had a feeling that the clothes on their bodies seemed to be too thin.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they both saw something in each other's eyes, that is, they would never step into the prefect's bathroom for half a step in their lives.

"You're so pretty." The pervert had floated in front of them.

She looked at Owen with fiery eyes, "Silver and black hair, eyes, nose, and mouth. As she spoke, she suddenly craned her head and glared at his collar. Want to dig deeper.

"Climb!" Owen, who was chilling, immediately hid behind Harry, "Be careful that I beat you." ”

"Giggles" Myrtle smiled to please herself, she hadn't been so happy in a long time.

And in the castle, there is no one who can force Owen to this extent.

She's the first.

"By the way, I've actually seen that Ilvermorny witch in the prefect's bathroom!"

"Koyatl?" Owen stuck his head out of Harry's shoulder. "You're so hungry! As a Hogwarts wizard, you should stick to some kind of bottom line! ”

"Oh!" She let out a girlish scream, "You mean, I can only watch the little wizards of Hogwarts?" ”

She raised her head, her lips squirmed, a little look of excitement on her face, and her eyes peeked hard at Owen.

"What about you."

"I didn't, and I don't want to take a bath, you go on, sorry to bother!" Owen stuck his head halfway back again, leaving only a pair of eyes.

"Hmph—that's naughty." She said. "But she does have a good skin."

"Isn't it?"

Myrtle suddenly stopped laughing, and her face became strange. "But—"

Her drastic emotional changes made Owen a little puzzled, after all, a female ghost suddenly changed her expression in front of you, and the next second it could only be that she was going to show her true face and eat people.

The ghosts of Hogwarts don't do that, but for a long time, movies and movies have made Owen and Harry take a step back.

Owen: There's already a sense of suspension, damn it!

"You can't even think of what she's doing in the bath."

"What? Shaving your legs? The cold Harry suddenly complained, which almost didn't make Owen hold back a laugh, and his body trembled and fell into the pipe.

"Harry." Owen put his hands on his shoulders, "Beautiful girls don't have long leg hair. ”

"Is that armpit hair?"

"—you're in a relationship with Maomao, aren't you?" Owen laughed goose-go-go, thinking about how comical it would be for a woman like Koyattle to hide in the prefect's bathroom with her armpit hair.

"No—" Myrtle yelled angrily.

Then he stared at the two of them with wide eyes.

"Cut your wrists—" she said, "more than once, blood stained the pools red." ”

"Huh?" For a moment, the expressions on the faces of the two people who heard the sound seemed to freeze. The eyebrows were full of doubts and disbelief.

"I saw it with my own eyes." Myrtle said solemnly, "But she just didn't die, it's strange, where did she get so much blood, and the wound recovered so quickly, just in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of it." ”

Harry said bluntly, "She's killing herself?" ”

"Nonsense, if it's not suicide, why put your own blood? For the sake of good health? Myrtle laughed at Harry. I really don't understand you little wizards now. ”

She said in an old-fashioned tone, "None of them take their lives seriously." What kind of tournament would a fool take in? ”

Myrtle sat at the entrance of the secret room, stretched out her head and looked down, and it was pitch black in front of her, as if there was a silent abyss, waiting for an opportunity to devour your flesh and soul.

"Some things are worth more than life." Owen stepped out from behind Harry, frowning and thoughtful.

"What could be more valuable than life?" She suddenly choked up, "The thing I regret the most is that Oliver Humbe didn't punch him in the jaw when he sneered at me, but hid here.

Look at me now, I have to be on my guard all the time, because someone will take me with them when they flush the toilet. ”

She became melancholy, as if she had lost interest in everything around her, and then she slipped back into the toilet.

Disappeared without a trace.

Neither Owen nor Harry had time to say anything comforting.

But - they can't say anything.

Myrtle Warren, she sudden, stared at the basilisk, and then died.

Of course, this way of dying is regrettable, if it is good if it is the best effort, if it is in battle, it is fine, but - I have not done anything, and my life has come to an abrupt end before it has even begun to go uphill.

Aside from his regret, Owen couldn't think of anything else in Myrtle's head, perhaps anger?

Life is counting down, which makes people nostalgic and painful.

And when all this is over, in addition to regret, there is only a lot of regret left.

Owen and Harry looked at each other, then fell silent.

As for Koyatl, the fog that hung over her did not diminish in the slightest, but grew thicker and thicker.

——————

On the other side, under the entrance to the chamber.

As darkness completely enveloped her, Hermione felt like she was hurtling down a pitch-black abyss.

She didn't know how long she had been missing, and sometimes there was a fleeting light on her face, and with that light she could see that there were many tubes that were diverging in all directions, but none as thick as this one.

The pipe twists and turns, winding around and down, with a steep slope all the way down. Hermione knew that she had slipped into the depths of the school, even deeper than the underground classrooms.

In addition to the sound of the 'whirring' wind, all that was left in her ears was the sound of clothes rubbing against the walls of the pipes.

And just as her mood sank as the pipe sank, she suddenly fell to the ground.

The water pipe became horizontal, and she emerged from the mouth of the pipe, and then jumped forward, rolling on the ground with aura, and unloading the force of the downward rush.

"Fluorescent flickering."

Hermione held up her wand, and a pale glow fell onto the ground.

She opened her eyes to the boss.

Tsai carefully looked around.

The first is under your own feet.

It was a tunnel made of stone, dry and smooth, as if it had been trimmed by someone.

Approximately can accommodate several people side by side

There is no smell around you, and there is no danger.

But Hermione wouldn't let her guard down, she took a twelve-point attention, and threw a 'Prototype' spell into the darkness ahead.

The golden light flashed, as if the sun had shone into the dark underground world for a moment.

"No?"

Hermione was still not reassured.

In the first game, Owen deliberately adjusted the difficulty of the game, and there is no guarantee that he will be this time.

And

The little witch looked in front of her.

It's so dark!

Really, why would the venue be chosen in such a place?

Owen for sure!

Hermione gritted her teeth and thought for sure that he was definitely the one who suggested putting the playing field here!

Inexplicably, a pinch of fire sprouted in the little witch's heart.

And this anger made her forget her fear of darkness for a while.

She spread her legs, pressed against the wall, and began to cautiously walk towards the deep, invisible pipe.

About ten minutes later.

The darkness around was still thick.

The pipe seems to have been cast an infinite stretching spell, and no matter how you go, you can't go to the end.

Hermione could only tell that she seemed to be going downhill.

"It's— it's probably a few miles away from the school." Hermione said, voices echoing through the tunnel.

At this point, her position may have been deeper than the deepest part of the Black Lake.

If this distance was stretched in a straight line, it would be enough for her to walk from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade Village.

But now, she still has no end in sight.

"Ahh

In the darkness, the girl's screams spread far and wide, especially in the pipes, and she was even frightened by her own voice, those echoes.

"So - is it wrong?" The miserable white light burned a hole in the darkness.

The light poured on the walls, and the darkness was covered with a layer of frost.

And on the frost, there was a certain protrusion in the rock wall, like a human face.

He seemed to be about to emerge from the wall, but only to poke out a face.

"Am I being too careful?" Upon getting closer, Hermione found that the human face was actually just a stain on the rock wall, because of the refraction of the light, it looked like a human face from a distance.

Hermione blinked and continued to walk forward.

She was more focused than before, and she forced herself not to imagine the horrible things, because the fluorescent light shone her shadow on the wall, and as she stepped forward, it was like a monster shaking.

What Hermione didn't see was the light slowly moving from the rock face.

The face became clear. In the moment when the light disappeared completely, it stiffened its head to look at Hermione, who was already far away.

Then it suddenly retracted into the wall. It's like a stone sinking into water.

And Miss Granger, she's still cautiously moving forward.

From time to time, a 'Manifestation' spell is thrown.

"Click!" A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

She lowered her head, in a trance.

It turned out that the smooth ground under her feet was gone.

Instead of a very rough, slimy and ground-covered road of animal bones.

Hermione tried desperately to restrain herself, she cheered herself up, but her mind kept thinking of those terrible demons and monsters.

She remembered the videotape she watched at home.

The Shining, Aliens, Returning the Clown, and more.

It seems that many scenes are quite similar to the tunnel in front of you.

Thinking about it, Hermione couldn't help but shudder, and then immediately, she felt ridiculous, she was a wizard, why would she be afraid of those fake monsters in the plot of the movie.

After taking two steps, suddenly her robe seemed to be pulled by something.

She knew why, because those monsters really exist in the wizarding world

"Broken bones!"

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, Hermione turned around and threw a gray spell.

But behind him, there was something, and the spell flew into the darkness with a bright light, silently.

But Hermione felt the strangeness of the robe, which suddenly appeared on her ankles.

She looked down in astonishment, and then saw a pair of hands covered in mud and dry like skin and bones grasping her feet.

"Ahh

Before Hermione could react, her whole body was pulled down by these hands in an instant.

Drowned in the broken bones.

"The flames are blazing!"

"The flames are blazing!"

"The flames are blazing!"

In a pipe stacked of masonry, Hermione suddenly fell from the wall above.

In mid-air, she waved her wand and cast a fire spell around her.

Orange flames, engulfing the darkness around them.

It wasn't until Hermione, who fell to the ground, hurriedly got up that she found that there was nothing around.

The walls were scorched by flames.

The tip of the nose was filled with a foul smell.

There was brown mist all over the ground.

At his feet there was wriggling flesh of unknown creatures.

Hermione staggered back, even though she didn't want to breathe in the stench at all, but the involuntary pounding of her heart made her breathing worse.

Immediately, she opened her legs and trotted towards the pipes in the distance.

The only difference here is that it's no longer pitch black, but every once in a while, a lamp hangs on the wall to illuminate a small space.

But that's not much of a benefit.

Because she still couldn't see clearly, there was a thick layer of fog in the distance that obscured Hermione's vision, and in contrast to the darkness, it might have been a light that she could regain some courage.

Miss Granger's boots were now stained, and the brown water was trampled and splashed, leaving only a sound and a galloping figure.

She didn't know how long she had been running, but the fog in the distance suddenly dispersed a little, revealing a hollow, Hermione quickly stopped, but the moment she rushed out of the pipe, on the left side, a huge wet, slimy thing shot over and wrapped around her waist.

"What?"

Hermione turned her head in shock, and then saw a frog half the size of a car crouching in the corner of the wall where the hole and the pipe connected.

What kind of frog it was, with its green, greasy skin, huge eyeballs, and connected fingers and toes, and of course, if you could ignore the strange tumors and sores on its body, it was probably normal for the wizarding world.

"Divided!"

Hermione threw out the spell in an instant, the frog's tongue was severed by the spell, and she hurriedly threw the half of the tongue around her waist to the ground.

"It's disgusting!"

Then, with a shattering spell, she killed the poor frog.

Just as she was about to catch her breath, a vision came from above her head.

Hermione looked up and saw that the wall at the exit of the pipe was densely packed with palms the size of silver plates

Palm?

Hermione didn't have time to think about it, and when the spell was raised, it was the "Quickly Imprison" spell.

The spell flashed with a gray light, and in the next second, the palms on those walls all hovered in midair.

At this time, Hermione saw that she had blue skin, five to a dozen palms, and her fingertips were emitting green smoke.

It really was a palm-shaped monster.

The incision with the arm is clearly visible, wriggling, and you can see the red flesh inside through the wound.

For the exam at the end of the month, save a manuscript, write it for 5,000 first, and reply to it next month

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