Take things as they come at Hogwarts

"In addition, the last time the basilisk killed the student, I suspected it was Myrtle, so, Hermione, you ......"

"Myrtle...... Sure, the year is pretty much right, but you're not going to let me go and touch Myrtle, Lock?" Hermione had a look of extreme reluctance.

She's the worst at dealing with neurotic and crazy women, but she suspects Myrtle has both.

"Hermione, she's in the women's bathroom, and we're all boys except you. Locke reminded.

"But haven't you already been in the women's restroom once?" said Hermione.

"I don't care, if you have to insist, we can go together!"

"No need!" Hermione refused.

Some things were too exciting for her to be ready for.

"In addition to the above, Neville, we can also get information from the older professors, and Dumbledore should not object to this anyway. If that doesn't work, we can go to Hagrid. "Four-eight-seven" However, this time we'd better go separately, lower Hagrid's vigilance, and take our time...... Trust me, if we have patience, Hagrid will always say something!"

"Locke, Hagrid would have cried if he knew you were calculating him like this!" Hermione complained.

"It doesn't matter, he's been crying all the time anyway, crying last year, crying this year, and it's estimated that next year will be ...... Well, Hagrid is always crying, isn't he?" Locke said for a moment.

"Is this a prophecy, Locke?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

"No, I wouldn't prophesy, so it's just speculation. After all, Hagrid was so sentimental...... "Locke would not admit that he would prophesy." Once you put it on, you can't take it off.

Working hard to gather clues, evidence, and reasoning to advance the plot like this now will not only allow Harry and them to get exercised, but also ensure the correctness of the conclusions.

Locke knows that there is a word called "butterfly effect", not to mention, he only knows the plot of the first four parts.

If he really had the ability to prophesy, he could still pretend to be one, but he didn't.

Next, the few people discussed some details and precautions for their respective actions, and then broke up the meeting to take their own actions.

However, in view of the fact that the Muggle wizards Colin and Penelope were attacked, when Hermione went to see Myrtle, Locke accompanied her outside the women's restroom on the third floor.

Locke first added a "light as a swallow" to Hermione, and then told her: "If you notice anything wrong, flee to me immediately! In fact, it's very likely that this is the entrance, after all, myrtle may have died here. "

Hermione's face stiffened, her face turned snow-white, and it was a moment before she pulled LaLock's sleeve.

"What's wrong with you, can't you be scared?" Locke wondered.

"What do you say...... Come in, come in with me!" Hermione whispered through gritted teeth.

"But, didn't you say it before...... All right. Locke played with the wand in his hand, and with a little excitement added a light body charm and an iron armor charm to himself.

Seeing this, Hermione also added an iron armor charm to herself.

The two cautiously touched the women's toilet, but after searching for a long time, they didn't find a single ghost shadow.

"No way, Myrtle hasn't been here all the time. Sometimes, she'd even go to the second floor, the fourth floor, and oh, what a mess back then!" Myrtle has always been a nightmare for the girls at Hogwarts, really.

After all, when you want to go to the toilet, a ghost next to you harasses you, it's too painful!

"Hermione, come on, come and see!" Locke happily beckoned Hermione over.

Hermione, on the other hand, found Locke fiddling with a faucet.

Hermione was a little confused until she came to the other side and saw the small snake carved on the other side of the faucet.

"That faucet never comes out of the water, isn't it? Speaking of which, are you two secretly dating?" Myrtle suddenly came out of a corner, looking at them with half her head bared out in a cubicle a little shyly.

"No, we're here for you. Locke replied.

"Oh, did you come to me on purpose?" Myrtle became excited, like a whirlwind, floating in front of Locke, and then pinched her long straight black hair with her fingers and twisted it.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and stood in front of Locke, which immediately made Myrtle unpleasant.

"We have a question for you. Locke continued.

"Have a question for me? Yes. As long as you say that Myrtle is a prettier girl than Hermione, I'll tell you anything!" Myrtle said shyly.

"This can't be!" Locke refused outright.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth rising uncontrollably.

And myrtle is a rainstorm coming!

"We want to know how you died!" Locke said quickly.

Sure enough, the myrtle's rainstorm stopped, as death was a privilege for most of the ghosts, and they were more than happy to share their experiences with others.

For example, the Fat Friar and the almost headless Nick shared their deaths with Harry when they first met Harry.

Although the living may not like to talk about this topic with the ghosts.

"Oh, Locke, you're such a good guy that you would care about how the unwanted myrtle died!Alas, what a cheap little witch0 ....... They are all Muggle witches, they are all bullied to hide in the toilet and cry, you should have been killed by a troll in the women's bathroom last year, and then come to accompany me. But somebody saved you, and you're still such a handsome guy! I'm really, so jealous of you!"

"Is that why you're always playing pranks on me, Myrtle!" Hermione couldn't help herself, she even raised her wand.

Myrtle immediately hid behind Locke. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Why, are you going to do it again to the poor myrtle, who is ten thousand times more miserable than you?

"You, you wait!" Hermione prepares to chant a spell, and it seems that she has mastered a spell that works against ghosts.

Myrtle screams in a soprano voice, and Locke covers his ears.

"Alright, Hermione, if there is any grudge, you will settle it later. Don't forget what we're here for, I don't want to always run with you to the women's bathroom!" Locke had to stop Hermione.

"Alright!!" Hermione gritted her teeth and held back for a moment. []

"Myrtle, if I'm not mistaken, you're going to die here. Locke asked, turning his head.

Up close, myrtle isn't actually ugly, but she has acne on her face, and the frames of her glasses look thick and big, which just looks a little dirty.

If she can live and change her glasses, she is also the type of future wife. Tom is a really bad thing.

"You guessed it right. That day, Olive Humbe laughed at me, so I hid here, locked the door, and cried inside. Then I listen to 4.1 until someone comes in and they speak another language, and I don't understand it anyway. But to my annoyance, there was a boy's voice, so I opened the door and told him to get out, and then I ...... "Myrtle," said this, and stopped, and his face became radiant.

"And then you're dead, aren't you? Locke added for her.

"That's right, the body is light, but happy!"

"But you're crying every day!" Hermione sarcastically said.

"You!" Myrtle had an air.

"Did you see anything before you died?" Locke continued.

"Yes, I seem to see a pair of frighteningly large yellow eyes. Do you know what that is, Mr. Chen, the smartest man in the school, with better grades than Hermione?" Myrtle deliberately emphasized grades in order to anger Hermione.

Hermione was so angry that she clenched her fists.

Locke sweated for a moment, feeling that Myrtle was not afraid of physical attacks, but he was worried that he would be affected by the little witch with a lot of arm strength.