Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Hermione and Luna quarreled again, and Ryan actually didn't think it was strange at all.

As for Hermione, she was more rational, and was the kind of wizard who only believed in books and had no imagination.

Although she was no longer the kind of person who believed in books after contacting Ryan and being trained by him many times.

But her nature has not changed. She just transferred her trust in books to the magic knowledge Ryan taught her.

And Luna, she is the kind of emotional person who plays with everything.

Believe in some non-existent creatures and magic knowledge.

She is actually an orthodox wizard.

If she was placed in an era when the essence of wizards had not degenerated, her achievements would definitely be higher than Hermione.

The essence of wizards is reality twisters. It is far better to make up a theory of your own than to study the laws of the material world and cast spells.

In short, Luna is actually completely different from Hermione, and their values ​​are incompatible. Not to mention that he himself is the fuse in it.

Ryan looked at Hermione and Luna who started arguing again, and his face was speechless.

Why can't they love each other like Penelope and Kate?

As for giving Hermione and Luna the right to open their minds to the world, so that they don't have the heart to quarrel, Ryan has never thought about it.

If that's the case, it means that he needs to occupy more mental resources.

Although that little resource is just a drop in the ocean for Ryan.

But compared with mental resources, it consumes more mental energy.

If that's the case, it's equivalent to Ryan communicating and interacting with four women without interruption.

Although it's very happy, Ryan still chooses to refuse.

He has made such a mistake.

Because of his youth and ignorance, he showed too much in front of Kate and Penelope.

So that now Kate and Penelope have almost always stayed in Ryan's mental world since school started.

Their bodies are operated normally by their own subconscious and with the help of Ryan.

This is why they have never complained too much about Ryan's philandering.

After all, from their own perspective, Ryan accompanied them almost 24 hours a day after arriving at Hogwarts.

Wait!

Ryan felt a gloating look.

It was Harry Potter!

Ryan suddenly wondered if he was too kind.

So, Harry, who was happily discussing the deathday dinner with Nick, faced the nightmare of tonight, Myrtle.

My name is Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, a little witch of Muggle origin.

My parents are both Muggles, but this does not affect my smart brain.

When I was in the Muggle world, no, to be precise, when I was a child, that was my happiest time.

At that time, I didn't wear thick glasses because I was hiding in the quilt to read books.

I didn't have acne all over my face because of the arrival of puberty.

At that time, I was cute and smart.

It can be said that I was loved by my classmates. Well, Muggle classmates.

At that time, I hadn't entered Hogwarts yet.

Then, on my 11th birthday, something even more unexpected happened!

I am a witch!

You can learn the legendary magic!

I wonder why I can't gain weight!

At this time, I didn't realize how discriminated people like me, Muggle-blooded wizards, were in Hogwarts.

After entering school, I was sorted into Ravenclaw with my smart brain given by God.

However, here I also met my lifelong enemy Olive Hornby. After entering school, she has been inexplicably targeting me.

In Ravenclaw, where smart people are everywhere, my self-satisfaction soon disappeared.

Because of Olive Hornby's targeting, I began to overeat.

In order to become an excellent student in Ravenclaw, I began to study hard.

But all this only made my face full of acne and thick glasses.

And Olive Hornby, for some reason, targeted me even more.

She was no longer satisfied with slandering me, and even began to form cliques to let others exclude me.

Under this targeting, I could no longer suppress my sadness, and I lingered in the bathroom all day, crying secretly in it.

At Hogwarts, I had no friends, no teachers noticed me, and the only person who noticed me was Oliver Hornby, who laughed at me all day long.

One day in the third grade, when Oliver Hornby laughed at me again for wearing glasses like a four-eyed dog, I hid in the bathroom on the second floor and cried as usual.

After about a few minutes, I suddenly heard someone come in.

What they said was funny. I think it must be another language.

But what annoyed me the most was that it was a boy's voice speaking. This is the girls' bathroom!

So I opened the door, yelled at him to go away, go to my own boys' bathroom, and then I died.

I only remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes.

However, no one was curious about my death, and no one even asked about my side.

It was like I disappeared for a long time before the people in the school remembered that there was such a person as me.

What annoyed me the most was that Oliver Hornby found me, and she knew I was here all the time!

She said something like Professor Dippet asked me to find you, are you sulking here again, Myrtle, etc.

Damn it!

But fortunately, I think she will never forget the scene of me floating high above her own corpse until she dies.

I still can't forget her funny expression!

Later, I simply met my parents and told them that I was still alive.

Then it was my second happiest time!

I started to follow Oliver Hornby everywhere, reminding him that my death was caused by her.

Haha!

Look at her terrified expression!

Others began to exclude her just like they excluded me!

I also went to her brother's wedding and caused her to quarrel with her brother!

I regret this very much!

I went too far, so much so that she reported me to the Ministry of Magic!

So I had to stay in Hogwarts as required by the Ministry of Magic.

What a pity, I wanted to stay like this until she died!

Later, it was naturally a simple and unpretentious life in Hogwarts with a bit of gloom.

In Hogwarts, I lived a sadder life than when I was alive.

Because I could no longer vent my anger by overeating.

So when Peeves called me fat and ugly again, I actually thought of committing suicide.

But I'm already dead!

So, after many years, I also got the nickname of Moaning Myrtle.

I thought my life would go on like this, rotten and smelly.

But today I can eat again!

I had to come out of a cubicle in the bathroom on the second floor of my territory.

But I didn't expect God to treat me so well.

In the hall, I met something more delicious than these foods, Harry Potter!