days at Hogwarts

Chapter 173 Crying Myrtle
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 in the middle of the corridor on the second floor", but call it "the bathroom of the weeping myrtle".

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

Straight long hair covered the cheeks, and large pearl-colored glasses covered the upper face, and there was a melancholy and gloomy look from the mouth and nose, making it hard to imagine how this face smiled.

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

He made an appointment with Dumbledore to meet here at night, and he came to the bathroom a little early, only to be stalked by Myrtle.

"You're right. I live here. Who would want to see me?" Myrtle suddenly became depressed and sobbed. "Even when I was alive, no one missed me."

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

With the sound of Myrtle crying, the toilet seemed to have activated some switch, and the sound of flushing was heard, but the water did not flow down the sewer, but overflowed from the toilet.

Shallow puddles of water flowed out from under the wooden door of the cubicle, and gradually permeated the entire bathroom floor.

The loud sobbing and the water overflowing from the toilet made Loren frowned. He walked towards Myrtle on the clean ground without water, and pushed open the wooden door of the compartment.

Moss has grown in the crevices of the old-fashioned toilet, and the clean water is continuously drained from the tank and overflows to the ground.

Myrtle crouched in the corner, her eyes widening as she tried to scream at Loren.

"I heard that you often stay in the toilet?" Loren interrupted her. Although she didn't know what the ghost's habitable conditions were, this toilet was definitely not satisfied.

Inexplicably, Myrtle felt that she was being cared for. She didn't complain to Loren and then slap her like she did to other little wizards.She replied with a choked cry, "Yes, Myrtle lives here. Myrtle has nowhere to go, ghosts and wizards hate her, so she has to hide herself in the toilet."

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

Myrtle was even more aggrieved: "This bathroom was originally abandoned. Some little witches also said that I lost my temper and splashed water all over the place. This place has become my territory. Filch let me handle it myself."

The bathroom hadn't been used in decades, so it couldn't be that debris was clogging the pipes.Loren guessed that there was probably a section of air coming up from the sewer blocked in the elbow, and the air couldn't get out and blocked the water pipe.

With a flick of his wand, he transfigured the water and the air, working together to expel the air jammed in the bend.Soon, there was the sound of air being discharged from the pipe, and the water that kept overflowing flowed smoothly into the sewer.

Only a loose button inside the water tank is loose, and the problem is also solved by Transfiguration.By the way, even the moss was pulled out with a magic spell and rushed down.

"Okay, the water won't overflow anymore." Loren put away his wand and walked outside. Although his hands were clean, he didn't need to wash them with water, and he always felt uneasy.

Myrtle's eyes hidden under the thick glasses burst into a look of surprise, and the ghostly body jumped happily back and forth between the water tank and the toilet, screaming: "It's fixed! It's fixed! It won't be wet anymore Already!"

After making a fuss for a while, she heard the sound of turning on the faucet outside to wash her hands, and drifted to Loren's side: "What's your name?"

"Loren, Loren Morgan." Loren shook off the drops of water on his hand, looked at the much more normal Myrtle, with complicated emotions.

Most of the ghosts are like this. After their bodies die, their souls cannot be rested, and they are transformed into immortal ghosts.You can't feel hot or cold, you can't touch the entity, you can't taste the taste of food. The top enjoyment is to smell moldy and wormy cheese.Many ghosts have been tortured insane by false bodies over the ages.

The ghost that Loren comes into contact with the most is Professor Binns. His courses on the history of magic are just repeating his previous behavior.He couldn't name most of the students, and he couldn't tell the recent major events. Every year's final exam questions could find exactly the same questions in previous exam papers.

Nearly Headless Nick, Ms. Gray, Bloody Barrow, and this Moaning Myrtle, they're pretty much normal most of the time, and downright psychotic when they're not.

"Loren Morgan, Loren Morgan! I'll remember you!" repeated Myrtle heartily, flying about in space like a captivating bird.

"Can you tell me something about yourself?" Loren weighed his words, worried about touching Myrtle's heartache. "I mean—about the cause of your death."

Myrtle, with a cheerful smile on her face, was not at all sad, but glad, even flattered, that she had been asked about her death.

"Ouch, that was a terrible thing," she relished. "I remember it very well, right here, in this washroom. Olive Hornbe laughed at me for my glasses like a four-eyed dog." ..."

It's a simple story with no twists and turns, and to be honest, it's not exciting at all, with no twists, no scares, and nothing worth singing about.

Myrtle's full name is Myrtle Warren, a Muggle-born witch of Ravenclaw College.She was often teased about her looks because of her corny thick glasses and acne.

One day in 1943, the insulted Myrtle hid in this bathroom and wept as usual, but was attacked by a mysterious monster and died. Before she died, she only saw a pair of terrifyingly large yellow eyes.

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

But there is no plot worth writing about anyway.

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

"Oliver Hornby went into the bathroom and she said, 'Are you sulking here again, Myrtle?' 'Professor Dippert told me to come to you—' and suddenly she saw my dead body !"

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

Loren listened in silence.

Myrtle, who turned into a ghost, was not reconciled. She didn't know the cause of her death, couldn't swallow the breath in her heart, and began to follow Olive Hornby in the form of a ghost.Olive Hornby soon approached the Ministry of Magic to restrain Myrtle's actions.

Later, Myrtle stayed at Hogwarts. She usually stayed in the bathroom where she died, and occasionally she was washed into the Great Lake when she was unprepared.

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

With the narration, those dusty memories deep in the soul are awakened, followed by turbulent emotions.

Myrtle murmured, "How can the Ministry have a dead man? How can they have a ghost?"

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

"Why doesn't anybody care about Olive Hornby?"

"Why is no one bothering with that monster in the bathroom?"

……

Myrtle muttered, muttered, she ignored Loren beside her, subconsciously floated to the cubicle, and curled up in the toilet.

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

Such a short life, life did not give her any courtesy and preferential treatment.

(End of this chapter)