The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The girls' bathroom in the middle of the corridor on the second floor of the castle.

Generally speaking, when people at Hogwarts describe this bathroom, they don't say "the girls' bathroom located in the middle of the corridor on the second floor", but instead call it "Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."

At this time, Loren was dealing with this short, fat ghost girl. Half of her body was leaning out from the door of the cubicle, and the back half was still in the cubicle.

His straight long hair covered his cheeks, and his large pearl-colored glasses covered his upper face. There was also a melancholy and gloomy look from his mouth and nose, making it difficult to imagine how this face looked like when he smiled.

"I'm really not a pervert. I came here to wait for someone, and this bathroom is already abandoned, okay?" Loren explained, spreading his hands.

He and Dumbledore made an appointment to meet here in the evening. He came to the bathroom a while early, but was entangled by Myrtle.

"You are right, I live here, who would want to see me?" Myrtle suddenly became depressed and started to cry. "Even when I was alive, no one cared about me."

Why are you still crying... Loren looked at her helplessly. He had heard that Myrtle was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect it to be this difficult.

As Myrtle cried, the toilet seemed to activate some switch, and the sound of flushing was heard, but the water did not flow down the sewer, but overflowed from the toilet.

A shallow pool of water flowed out from under the wooden door of the cubicle and gradually spread over the entire bathroom floor.

The noisy sobbing and the water overflowing from the toilet made Loren frown. He walked to Myrtle on the clean floor without water and pushed open the wooden door of the compartment.

Moss has grown in the cracks of the old toilet, and clean water is constantly drained from the tank and overflowing to the ground.

Myrtle cowered in the corner, her eyes widening and she wanted to scream at Loren.

"I heard that you often stay in the toilet?" Loren interrupted her. Although she didn't know what the habitable conditions of a ghost were, this toilet definitely didn't meet them.

Inexplicably, Myrtle felt that she was cared about. She didn't feel sorry for Loren and then act like she did to other little wizards. She answered with a choked cry: "Yes, Myrtle lives here. Myrtle has nowhere to go, ghosts and wizards despise her, so she has to hide herself in the toilet bowl."

Loren's temples twitched a few times: "Why don't you ask someone to fix it?"

Myrtle was even more aggrieved: "This bathroom was originally abandoned. Some little witches even said that I lost my temper and splashed water everywhere. This became my territory. Filch asked me to handle it myself."

This bathroom had not been used for decades, so it was impossible for debris to clog the pipes. Loren guessed that the air coming up from the sewer pipe was blocked in the elbow. The air could not be discharged and blocked the water pipe.

He waved his wand and used transfiguration to manipulate the water flow and air, working together to expel the air stuck in the bend. Soon, the roar of air being discharged came from the pipe, and the water that kept overflowing flowed smoothly into the sewer.

Only one of the loose buckles inside the water tank was loose, and the problem was also solved by the transfiguration technique. Along the way, even the moss was pulled out with magic spells and washed away.

"Okay, the water won't overflow anymore." Loren put away the wand and walked outside. Although his hands were clean, he felt uneasy without washing them with water.

Myrtle's eyes hidden under her thick glasses burst out with a look of surprise, and her ghost body jumped happily back and forth between the water tank and the toilet, screaming: "It's fixed! It's fixed! It will never be wet here again. Got it!"

She made a fuss for a while, then heard the sound of people turning on the faucet and washing their hands outside. She floated to Loren's side and said gratefully, "What's your name?"

"Loren, Loren Morgan." Loren shook off the water drops on his hand and looked at Myrtle, who looked much normal, with mixed emotions.

Most ghosts are like this. After their bodies die, their souls cannot rest in peace and turn into ghosts that are neither dead nor alive. You can't feel the heat or cold, you can't touch the entity, you can't taste the food. The ultimate enjoyment is smelling moldy cheese. Many ghosts have been tortured by false bodies over the long years and become insane.

The ghost Loren has come into contact with the most is Professor Binns, who teaches his students the history of magic by repeating the same behavior as before. He couldn't name most of the students, couldn't tell about the major events that happened recently, and every year's final exam questions could be found in the previous exam papers.

Nearly Headless Nick, Ms. Gray, Bloody Baron and Moaning Myrtle, they are normal most of the time, and completely neurotic when they are not.

"Loren Morgan, Loren Morgan! I will remember you!" Myrtle repeated happily, flying around the space like a jumping bird.

"Can you tell me about you?" Loren thought carefully about his words, fearing that it would offend Myrtle. "I mean - about the cause of your death."

Myrtle had a cheerful smile on her face. She did not feel sad at all. On the contrary, she felt happy and even honored that someone asked her about her death.

"Oh, this is a terrible thing." She said with relish, "I remember very clearly, right here, in this bathroom, where I died. At that time, Olive Humbey laughed at me because my glasses looked like a four-eyed dog. …”

This is a simple and uneventful story. To be honest, it is not exciting at all. There are no twists, no scares, and nothing worth singing.

Myrtle's full name is Myrtle Warren, a Muggle-born witch from Ravenclaw Academy. People often made fun of her appearance because of her old-fashioned thick glasses and pimples.

One day in 1943, the reviled Myrtle hid in this bathroom and cried as usual. She was attacked by a mysterious monster and died. Before her death, she only saw a pair of scary big yellow eyes.

"Even when I was alive, no one cared about me. It took them a long, long time to find my body..." Myrtle's voice fluctuated, trying to make the story more exciting.

But there is nothing worth writing about.

A girl who had no sense of existence during her lifetime would only be pulled out and scolded when someone needed to vent their emotions. No one noticed her death. Myrtle, who had turned into a ghost, sat in the bathroom digesting the reality of her own death.

"Olive Humbey came into the wash-room, and she said, 'Are you sulking here again, Myrtle? ' Professor Dippet asked me to come to you—' and then suddenly she saw my dead body. !”

Myrtle suddenly became excited and proud, "Oh! She will never forget that scene in her life, even before she dies..."

Loren listened silently.

Myrtle was not willing to turn into a ghost. She did not know the cause of her death and could not swallow her breath. She began to follow Olive Humbey in the form of a ghost. Olive Humbe soon found out about the Ministry of Magic's efforts to restrain Myrtle.

Later, Myrtle stayed in Hogwarts. She usually stayed in the bathroom where she died. Occasionally, she would be washed into the lake when she was unprepared.

Later, this bathroom gradually became abandoned and no one came.

As the story unfolds, those memories buried deep in the soul are awakened, followed by turbulent emotions.

Myrtle murmured softly: "How can the Ministry of Magic care about a dead person? How can they care about a ghost?"

"Why didn't anyone care about me when I was alive?"

"Why is no one looking after Olive Humbe?"

"Why doesn't anyone care about that monster in the bathroom?"

…

Myrtle was mumbling, mumbling, she ignored Loren next to her, subconsciously floated to the cubicle, and huddled into the toilet.

Loren opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Yes, why, why is fate so cruel to a girl.

In such a short life, life did not give her any courtesy or preferential treatment.