Chapter 166： Angry Myrtle

Chapter 166

"But who is the heir of Slytherin? Although there are many bad guys in Slytherin, not many meet the requirements. After all, once caught, they will not only be expelled, but will also be imprisoned in Azkaban prison. It's a hell-like place."

Ron muttered to himself suspiciously. He didn't notice that Ginny's ruddy face suddenly turned pale again.

Harry had been paying attention to Ginny quietly, and he immediately noticed it, and immediately turned to the subject, "Don't mention the ghost place, say something happy, and school will start soon."

"Although I have been very leisurely these days, I always feel a little lax when I don't go to class." Hermione stretched her waist and said with a serious face.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, even during the holidays. Hermione never left the book wherever she went. This was called slack, and the world of learning tyrants really couldn't be understood by ordinary people.

The holidays will always pass, and the students will return to school after Christmas. It seems that going to school is more important to the students than the attack by the basilisk.

George had arranged to deal with Lucius' conspiracy, and Harry and the others also relaxed and continued to focus on their homework. No matter when it comes, what happens, the most important thing in the end is your own ability and strength.

As soon as school started, Snape seemed to be nervous and assigned a lot of homework. Fortunately, Snape couldn’t just let Gryffindor’s ≦■length≦■wind≦■text≦■study, w△ww.cf∷wx.n±et students do their homework, let alone give Harry Schedule homework. Otherwise, Harry believed Snape would let him copy the entire library.

Harry and Ron left the dormitory and rushed back to the castle. It was not easy to finish this lot of work. The most important thing is that although Snape can't just arrange homework for Harry, he can only make things difficult for Harry.

He assigns a lot of homework, if others can't finish it, just give a low evaluation. Harry didn't dare to try how many points would be deducted if he couldn't finish it. Being stared at by a teacher who hates him at such a moment is not an easy thing anyway.

When they walked into the hallway, they heard an angry voice yelling upstairs.

"It's Filch, go up and take a look!" Harry whispered, rushing up the stairs in three and two steps, hiding it out of sight, and listening.

"There will always be someone being attacked again?" Ron was a little nervous, in broad daylight, this is not a dark corner, and the basilisk hasn't been arrogant to this point.

They were motionless and could hear Filch's hysterical roar without having to listen carefully.

"It's crazy, always making trouble for me, dragging the floor all night. Why do I do this, don’t I have enough things? No, I can’t bear it any longer, I’m going to find Dumbledore. ." Filch's footsteps went farther and farther, until the door closed violently in the distance.

They peeked out of the corner, and Filch apparently came to stand guard where Mrs. Lorice was attacked.

They could see at a glance why Filch was so furious, half of the corridor was soaked in water, which was constantly seeping from the bathroom where the crying Myrtle was. Only then did they hear the cry of Myrtle coming from the bathroom.

"What is she going crazy again?" Ron asked puzzled.

During this period of time, in order to prepare the compound decoction, they often ran into this bathroom. They had seen a lot of Myrtle's madness, but fortunately they didn't need to bother her.

"Let's take a look." Harry said, lifting his robe to his ankle, dripping deep water, and walked through the door with the "fault" sign hanging on it, and went straight in.

The cry of the crying myrtle was several scales higher than usual, and the loud, miserable crying sound could be used as an attack weapon, which made people dare not imagine. Perhaps the ghost has lost the physical limitations, giving her a more terrifying crying ability.

She seemed to be hiding in the usual flush toilet. The splashing water poured out the candles in the bathroom. The light inside was dim, and there was water on the walls and the floor everywhere.

"What's going on, Myrtle?" Harry asked cautiously, for fear of touching the crazy brow.

"What happened?" Myrtle said in a miserable voice, "Why do you want to, why do you want to hit me with something."

Harry walked to her single room and asked, "Who hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me." Myrtle yelled angrily, and a larger stream of water spurted out of her body, splashing on the floor, "I stay here quietly, thinking about my own affairs. Some people think it’s fun to lose me with a book"

"You don't have to be so angry, even if someone throws something, it won't hurt you." Harry rationally analyzed that he had been hit by Dudley's things before, "Those things will pass directly through you. Isn't it?"

Myrtle immediately looked like a cat with blown up fur, she inflated like a trumpeting balloon, and screamed.

"Everyone, let's hit Myrtle with a book, she doesn't feel it anyway. If you hit her in the stomach, you get ten points. If you hit her in the head, you get fifty points. Haha, what a fun game, but I don’t. feel."

Harry immediately remedied, "So who the **** was it that hit you with the book?"

"How would I know that I was sitting on the toilet, thinking about the past and death, and that book suddenly fell on my head." Myrtle stared at them fiercely and said in an angry tone, "Still still Here, it's all soaked in water."

Harry and Ron looked in that direction. Under the sink, a small, thin book was falling on the ground. The tattered black skin of UU Reading www.uumkahnshu.com is soaking in water and is completely soaked. Harry stepped up, trying to pick it up and have a look. Ron reached out and grabbed him.

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"Don't touch things randomly," Ron explained. "It may be dangerous."

"Danger?" Harry couldn't help laughing. "There is no one here, so what is the danger of a book."

"Of course it's dangerous. Books in the wizarding world are not simple things." Ron said in a terrible tone.

"Spellbooks are the most common magic power props. There may be various terrible things attached to them. My dad once told me that some books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic can burn blind people's eyes."

"Those who accidentally read the magic book "The Sonnet of the Wizard" must use limericks to speak for the rest of their lives. The old wizard in Bath has a collection of a magic book, and once you open the book, there is no When the Fa closes it, you can only bury your head in the book wherever you go, and only use one hand to do other things. And"

(To be continued.)