harry potter book of crimes

"hiss--"

After unscrewing the lock of the bathroom door, Enns gasped and quickly released the brass door handle.

"This bathroom hasn't been used for a long time. What's the point of keeping the magic spell on it?"

The doors to the girls' bathroom in Hogwarts Castle are all enchanted, so that only women can safely touch the door handle. If a boy wants to open the door... it's not absolutely impossible, but he will have to suffer a bit.

Enns gently shook his right hand, feeling the numbness that still remained on his fingertips - when he opened the door just now, the pain like being burned by red-hot charcoal was really unforgettable, even if he had been mentally prepared.

I almost couldn't help but let go.

"Squeak——"

The door leaf is actually relatively new, and it seems to have been replaced not long ago. However, due to the accumulation of moisture here all the year round, the hinges that hold the door leaf in place will soon become sluggish, and the sound of opening and closing the door is not quiet.

Of course, things are different today. After all, it’s very noisy outside, isn’t it?

As soon as Mennes opened the door, he found that the girls' bathroom was as dull and cold as he expected. There were large water stains everywhere on the wall, and little water droplets gathered along the cracks on the wall.

Several straight dark marks were left at the base of the wall.

On the opposite side, a row of dirty and cracked wash basins looked a bit crooked, and on the wall above the sinks was a large mirror with the same stains and mottled textures, with a zigzag crack on the right half of the mirror.

folded gaps.

Enns took a few more steps forward, and there was water everywhere under his feet. Even the areas without obvious water stains were still a little greasy, and he felt a rather disgusting feeling on the soles of his feet.

Speaking of which, there are a few candle holders on the wall on the left, with a few candles burning on them. But the flames on the candle heads are too weak, and the light they release can only barely let En

Si saw the outlines of the cubicles on the right.

It can be seen that the door of the innermost single room has completely fallen off. At this moment, it is lying quietly on the ground, accompanied by the invisible dirty water.

By the way, the smell of this shitty place is really unforgettable.

At this moment, Enns, who was walking in step by step, suddenly stopped because he seemed to hear something suspicious.

He thought it was a very slight sobbing, because he knew that the ghost who had been hiding here all year round always cried alone, so others called it "Moaning Myrtle".

But when he stopped and listened for a while, he felt that it didn't sound like a girl sobbing anymore. Because the sound had a vague tone, it was not so much sobbing, but more like an off-key humming sound.

.

"Myrtle?"

Enns gave a tentative shout, and his voice echoed in the bathroom, as if it was amplified, covering up the humming sound.

At the same time, he changed the wand in his left hand back to his right hand - even though his fingertips were still slightly numb, he could no longer care about these minor ailments.

Soon, the echo of his words settled down, but the previous off-key humming also disappeared.

The bathroom returned to its original silence, with only the sound of Enns' inaudible breathing and the ticking sound of water droplets sliding from the cracks in the sink submerged into the stagnant water.

Just when Enns couldn't help but want to check the cubicle directly, a delicate voice broke the slightly cold silence.

"Hmm -" the voice hummed slightly vaguely, "Good evening, handsome boy...are you looking for someone?"

While the other party was talking, Enns saw a white figure floating out from the innermost compartment. Although the single room no longer even had a door, the other party still had no intention of walking properly. The corner of the partition in the single room

Passed directly through that hazy body.

"Are you Myrtle?"

Although none of the seniors mentioned to Enns that there was any danger from this ghost, he still held onto his wand tightly.

"Oh - that's right!" Myrtle pushed up the round glasses on the bridge of her nose and swayed in front of Enns, "What's the matter, little handsome guy? I don't think I've seen you before... Well, in the past few years

Why did the number of people here suddenly increase..."

She asked first, and then whispered naturally.

For so many years, she has been huddled here alone. Apart from sobbing for her miserable life, she can only talk to herself. This kind of whispering behavior has long become a habit of hers.

"Well... I just..." Enns pursed his lips, "I just took a look."

"Oh? Hehe..." Myrtle suddenly smiled ambiguously after hearing this, "Little brother, why did you come to the girls' bathroom to look at me? Ah, you don't need to say more, I understand... But there is nothing good here.

It’s for you to see!”

Even though she knew exactly how much age difference there was between herself and Enns, she still called him "little brother" as a matter of course, as if she didn't think it was inappropriate at all.

But Enns just frowned at Myrtle's teasing.

He believed that this "Moaning Myrtle" seemed very inconsistent with the image described in the rumors - where was the "crying" that was promised? He seemed to have been teased by her with a smile!

But how did he know that ghosts are different from some wandering souls wandering in the dead place. Like people, they have independent thinking ability, and their personalities will gradually change with time and environment.

"...Why aren't you talking?" Myrtle seemed to find the silent Enns very boring, so she called out a few more times, and soon her face became a little darker, "It's so annoying, so annoying...

I know, you must be here to drill pipes too... I really don’t understand you little guys, it’s dark and scary out there, what’s the point of going there?”

However, after hearing her words, Enns suddenly raised his attention, and even his eyes widened a bit.

"Pipe? What pipe?"

"Eh? Aren't you here to drill pipes?" Seeing that he didn't seem to know anything about it, Myrtle immediately became interested again, "In other words, are you really here to drill pipes? Well, if you were older,

It would be nice to have something more, people like the more mature type——"

"you--"

Enns was about to tell her not to say such nonsense, but then he thought that maybe he shouldn't have any conflicts with this ghost. Because he might not come here only once, and... he had to keep this ghost a secret afterwards.

!

"Well... that..." After thinking about it, he felt that it really made sense, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit more dissatisfied on his face, "I'm here to find you, Myrtle... If you are willing, in the future,

I will come again..."

"Ah - really?" Myrtle clasped her hands in front of her chest in surprise, but soon she became lost again, "Oh... this is so happy and sad... this

This is the first time I wish I hadn’t died... No, no, no, if I hadn’t died back then, I would have never met you..."

She started talking to herself for a while again, which made Enns roll his eyes.

"Uh...Myrtle, it...it doesn't matter, it's good to meet each other, right?" Enns felt like he was holding his breath, and his heart was full of depression, "But you can't mention my visit to anyone in the future.

Otherwise...else..."

Sometimes, it is not easy to just find a reason. If your mind is so entangled with the current situation, it is often easy to get stuck.

"Otherwise..." After thinking about it several times, he subconsciously said, "If others hear it, they will definitely laugh at me."

To be honest, generally speaking, this is definitely not a good reason. How can any girl be happy when hearing this kind of worry?

But if this reason is placed here, Myrtle seems to be quite sympathetic.

I think the main reason why she died in this bathroom, apart from Voldemort and the Basilisk, was because she was laughed at by a classmate. If it hadn't been for that guy, she wouldn't have hid here and cried alone, nor would she have

Because of this, he was murdered by Tom Riddle.

"Oh! I understand that feeling...it feels uncomfortable to be laughed at, really uncomfortable..." She agreed without saying a word, "I will keep it a secret, only the two of us will know!"

"Well, that's... really good," Enns was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, "Oh, by the way - what did you just say about 'drilling pipes'? Will anyone else come here?"

"Don't worry, my dear! Don't worry -" Myrtle's pale face was already full of smiles, "Those little guys don't want to pay attention to me, and I will only like you.

...Well, as for that pipe...I heard it's the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets...Look! It's that faucet, and it never comes out."

After hearing this, Enns hurriedly walked in the direction pointed by Myrtle, lowered his head and looked at it.

This copper faucet was very ordinary and looked similar to others. Enns observed it carefully for a moment, then tilted his head when Myrtle reminded him, and then he saw the snake pattern on the side.

"Is there magic up there?"

Regarding Enns's guess, Myrtle confirmed it and even praised him sweetly.

"Honey, you're so smart!" she said. "I've seen two people make it come out of the tube. One was Mr. MacLean. He could do it with just a wave of his hand. I never understood how he did it.

I did it... The other one is Mr. Potter, he just came here some time ago - together with a few of his friends..."

"How did he do it?" Enns asked immediately.

"Actually, I don't quite understand his method," Myrtle said innocently, "He just hissed at the faucet a few times..."

After Enns heard this, he was immediately startled.