Chapter 145

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After Christmas, the school became more and more cold up, van Lin found that there were a lot of familiar faces around him.

Hogwarts is in such a dangerous situation that the parents of the little wizard have to protest to the school.

They left their children at home, which is safe, at least for now.

Because of the interruption of the clues, they had to prepare again to look for everything about the chamber of secrets.

These include two key characters, the crying myrtle and our game keeper, ruber Hagrid.

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"Fanlin, hurry up..." As Hermione ran, she urged.

Now that the four are in two groups, Harry and Ron go to Hagrid's side by side.

Originally, Fanlin wanted to go to Hagrid's, but Harry didn't agree. He said he would ask himself.

So Fanlin and Hermione were assigned to the women's toilet where the potions were made. They went to ask Myrtle about the monster. After all, Myrtle should have seen the monster, although she said she was dead.

"Wait a minute, Hermione." Van Lin pulled Hermione, and the two of them stood against the wall at one corner.

Fanlin noticed that the corridor was covered with water even thicker than knuckles

"What's the matter, Fanlin?" Hermione said something confused. She heard someone talking, but it was more like an angry curse.

However, Hermione soon noticed the water marks on the ground, just like the previous attacks, but there were no spiders crawling this time.

"Is there another attack?" Hermione said nervously, but the girl was still afraid. After all, the man who had seen the monster died.

Van Lin held his breath, the voice of the voice and the sound of the water mixed together.

"No..." Van Lin sighed with a long sigh of relief. "It's Mr. filch. He may be complaining about this complicated work..."

“… Enough work for me! I have to wipe it all night, as if I don't have enough! No, this is the last time. I'm going to find Dumbledore... "

There was a clear sound of ferlin's footsteps and his voice of stepping on the water.

This made them both hold their breath at the same time. If filch found out, they would be very sad. After all, filch became extremely irritable because of Mrs. Loris' accident, as if everyone was a murderer.

Fortunately, it was a T-shaped corridor, and filch took two steps and turned from the middle corridor.

His footsteps receded, and a door slammed in the distance.

Van Lim was poking around the corner. It was clear that filch usually stood guard where Mrs. Loris had been attacked.

"Come out, Hermione!" Fanlin took two steps. He didn't understand where the water came from.

A lot of water was spilling over most of the hallway, and still seemed to be spilling out of the crying Myrtle's toilet.

Now filch stopped yelling, and they could hear Myrtle's cry escaping from the toilet wall.

"What happened to her, how did she start crying again, and she made so much water to provoke filch..." Fanlin asked Hermione helplessly.

Hermione politely rewarded Fanlin with a white eye. "Who knows, myrtle is always like that, sentimental and troublesome..."

"Do you know what she often feels about?" Fanlin asked curiously. In his opinion, girls can always understand each other, although myrtle is a ghost

"If you're interested..." Hermione said mercilessly, "you can ask her by yourself. Who knows what she thinks. She has at least 60 years of history..."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what Van Lin thought. After all, in Hermione's opinion, van Lin's brain hole was so big.

"Hey Hey, hey... " Van Lin laughs awkwardly. He's still not used to eating in Hermione's place. It's better if Ron or Harry.

"Let's go. Maybe myrtle is in a good mood now..." Said Fanlin, dragging Hermione To Myrtle's toilet.

They pulled their robes over their ankles, padded their feet across the pool of water, came to a door with a "fault" sign, turned a blind eye to it as usual, and walked in.

The groaning maitole was crying, louder and worse than ever. She was hiding in her usual bathroom, which was dark because the water had extinguished the candles.

"What happened, Myrtle?" Said Fanlin.

"Who is it?" Myrtle sobbed sadly. "You're going to throw something at me, too."

Fanlin waded through her chamber and asked, "why should I throw something at you? What happened? "

"Don't ask me!" Cried Myrtle.

She stood up, got more water and splashed it on the wet floor. "I was here just now, doing my own business However, some people find it interesting to throw books at me... ""No, it's boring, Myrtle..." Fanlin said, "after all, you are a ghost. These books can't hurt you. He will go straight through it..."

"So you mean it would be fun if it hurt me?" Cried myrtle, in a very harsh voice.

"Like this..." Myrtle suddenly flew in front of Fanlin. "I'll tell you what they feel interesting."

Myrtle maliciously: "through the stomach 10 points! 5 points over your head! OK, ha ha! What a good game

Myrtle screamed madly. As she spoke, she passed her hands through van Lin's body, her head, her stomach

It was really exciting

"Calm down Calm down Myrtle... " Struggling to say, and nervous ghost dialogue is really very difficult.

"Who threw things at you..." Van Lin said aloud, it's not a wonderful feeling to be passed through the body by a ghost

"I don't know..." Myrtle was suddenly quiet again. "I was sitting on the toilet, thinking about death, and they went straight through my head. "

Myrtle glared at them. "There they are. They're all faded by the blisters."

In the direction of myrtle's fingers, there are a lot of books scattered there, all of them made of paper, which have been rotten.

But only one book is still intact, at least relative to those that have been soaked.

The black cover of the book was so shabby that it was as wet as the rest of the toilet. But the black cover still worked, it was like parchment

Fanlin went over and picked up the book, which was still in good condition.

"You really don't know who threw it at you?" Fanlin asked in doubt.

"Yes, there was no one when I came out..." Myrtle thought, "but I heard two Oh, no, it's the voice of three boys who are shouting to throw away all these books... "

"Who would it be?" When van Lin asked, he and Hermione looked at each other. It was obvious that this was a prank. Myrtle just happened to be hit.

"OK..." Fanlin put the book in his pocket. "I'll help you find the person who threw the book and ask him to apologize to you, Myrtle..."

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