Vol 2 Chapter 142: Black book

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　　 After Christmas, the school became more and more deserted, and Fanlin found that he was missing a lot of familiar faces.
　　 Hogwarts' current situation is too dangerous, which makes the parents of those little wizards have to protest to the school.
　　 They left their children at home, which is very safe, at least for now.
　　 Because they interrupted the clue, Fanlin and the others had to prepare to find everything about the secret room again.
　　 This includes two extremely critical figures, the crying Myrtle and our hunting field guard Rubeus Hagrid.
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　　 "Farlin, hurry up..." Hermione urged as she ran.
　　 Now the four have become two groups, and Harry and Ron go to Hagrid to knock on the side.
　　 Originally Fanlin wanted to go to Hagrid, but Harry disagreed, and he said he wanted to ask himself.
　　 Therefore, Fanlin and Hermione were assigned to the women's bathroom where the potion was made, and asked Myrtle about some information about the monster. After all, Myrtle should have seen the monster, even though she died because of it.
　　 "Wait a minute, Hermione" Fanlin pulled Hermione, and the two of them stood by the wall at a corner.
　　 Fanlin noticed that a knuckle-thick water filled the corridor...
　　 "What's the matter, Fanlin?" Hermione said vaguely. She heard someone talking, but it was more like an angry curse.
　　 But soon Hermione noticed the water trails on the ground, just like the previous attacks, but this time there were no crawling spiders.
　　 "Is there another attack?" Hermione said nervously, the girl was still a little scared, after all, the person who had seen the monster died.
　　 Fanlin held his breath, the voice of talking and the sound of rushing water mixed together.
　　 "It's not..." Fanlin let out a long sigh of relief, "It's Mr. Filch, he might be complaining about this complicated work..."
　　 "...enough work for me! I have to wipe it all night, as if my business is not enough! No, this is the last time. I'm going to Dumbledore..."
　　As he spoke, Filch's voice, accompanied by his footsteps on the water, reached Fanlin and Hermione's ears very clearly.
This made both of them hold their breath at the same time. If Filch finds out, the two of them will be uncomfortable. After all, Filch has become extremely irritable because of Mrs. Loris’s accident, as if everyone is It's like a murderer.
　　 But fortunately, this is a T-shaped corridor, and Filch walked two steps before turning from the corridor in the middle.
　　 The sound of his footsteps gradually backed away, and a door slammed shut in the distance.
　　 Fanlin probed his head in the corner. Obviously, 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 overflowed in most of the corridor, and it seemed to be still overflowing from the toilet of the crying Myrtle.
　　 Filch is not yelling now, they can hear Myrtle’s cry escaping from the toilet wall.
　　 "What's wrong with her, why is she starting to cry again, and she has produced so much water to provoke Filch..." Fanlin asked Hermione helplessly.
　　 Hermione unceremoniously rewarded Fanlin with a roll of eyes, "Who knows, Myrtle is always that way, 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 female ghost...
　　 "If you are interested..." Hermione said mercilessly, "You can ask her yourself, who knows what she thinks, she has at least 60 years of history..."
　　 Hermione rolled her eyes, she knew very well what Fanlin was thinking, after all, in Hermione's eyes, Fanlin's brain was so big.
　　 "Hey...hehe..." Fanlin smiled awkwardly, he is still not used to eating flat with Hermione, it would be better if it were Ron or Harry.
　　 "Let's go, maybe Myrtle is in a good mood now..." Fanlin said, dragging Hermione to Myrtle's toilet.
　　 They pulled their robes over their ankles, walked across the large puddle of water to a door with a "fault" sign, ignored it as usual, and walked in.
　　 Moaning Metole was crying loudly, and crying louder and harder than ever. She was hiding in her usual bathroom. The bathroom was dark because the flood water had put out the candles.
　　 "What happened, Myrtle?" Fanlin said.
　　 "Who is it?" Myrtle sobbed sadly, "You are going to throw something at me, too."
　　 Fanlin wandered through her small room laboriously and asked, "Why did I throw something to hit you? What happened?"
　　 "Don't ask me!" Myrtle shouted.
　　 She stood up, picked up more water, and splashed it on the already soaked floor. "I was here just now, doing my own thing...but some people think it's funny 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..."
　　 "Then you mean it would be very funny if it hurts me?" Myrtle yelled, her voice very harsh.
　　 "Just like this..." Myrtle suddenly flew in front of Fanlin, "I will tell you what they find interesting."
　　 Myrtle viciously: "Through the stomach for 10 points! Cross the head for 5 points! Good, haha! What a great game!"
　　 Myrtle screamed frantically~EbookFREE.me~ While talking, she passed through Fanlin's body, head, stomach...
　　 That feels really exciting...
　　 "Calm down... Calm down... Myrtle..." He said laboriously, and it was really difficult to talk to the neurotic ghost.
　　 "Who threw something at you..." Fanlin said loudly. It is not a wonderful feeling to be passed through by the ghost...
　　 "I don't know..." Myrtle fell silent again, "I was sitting on the toilet, thinking about death, and they went straight through my head."
　　 Myrtle glared at them. "They are there, all faded by the blisters."
　　 Following the direction of Myrtle’s fingers, there was a large pile of books scattered there, all made of paper, all of which had been soaked.
　　 But only one book is still intact, at least relative to those books that have been soaked.
　　 The black cover of this book is very shabby, as wet as the rest of the toilet. But the black cover still works, it seems to be parchment...
　　 Fanlin walked over and picked up the book that was still intact.
　　 "You really don't know who threw something at you?" Fanlin asked suspiciously.
"Yes, there was no one when I came out..." Myrtle thought for a while, "but I heard two...oh, no, it was the voices of three boys, they shouted and threw all these books away Drop..."
　　 "Who would it be?" Fanlin asked, and he and Hermione looked at each other. It was obvious that this matter was a prank, and Myrtle just happened to be hit.
　　 "Well..." Fanlin put the book into his pocket, "I will help you find the person who threw the book, and let him apologize to you, Myrtle..."