days at Hogwarts

Chapter 194 Myrtle: Hermione, When You Die, Let's Go Watch Boys Take a Bath Together

Myrtle's washroom.

Beige glass lined with diamond-shaped squares shines through, illuminating the washroom.Thanks to Loren's repair of the toilet, the floor of the washroom, which has been flooded all year round, is finally no longer wet, revealing its original color.

Hermione sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a square glass bottle, and poured the green grass juice inside into the cauldron in front of her at a constant speed.Then pick up the mixing spoon and stir the liquid evenly without rushing.

Pay attention to ensure that the 12 lacewings in the pot are heated evenly, and pay attention to replenishing water when the liquid level drops due to evaporation.Hermione has been repeating such steps these days, but she doesn't find it boring, but enjoys it.

The process of brewing high-level potions made her feel full, and her brain was happily absorbing knowledge and experience.

"What are you doing?" a high-pitched female voice asked.

Hermione looked up and saw Myrtle floating in the air, looking into the pot with her head poking around.With a satisfied smile on his face after a bad thing has succeeded, it is a bit like Loren.

This was the first time she had faced Myrtle alone; she had always been with Loren.Doing shameful things in other people's territory, Hermione felt ashamed of being caught.

After they decided to make Polyjuice Potion here, they planned to say hello to Myrtle, but Myrtle was away the past few days, and they never had a chance to say hello.

"We were going to discuss it with you, but you're not here these days—" Hermione asked curiously, "I remember you've been living in the cubicle, where have you been these few days?"

"Hehehe~" Speaking of this, Myrtle laughed excitedly: "Did you know that there is a bathroom on the sixth floor for prefects and Quidditch team captains?"

The prefect and captain's bathroom?Does it have anything to do with you?

Hermione nodded blankly: "I heard the twin brothers mention it when they teased Percy, is there anything special about the bathroom?"

In order to brew the potion these days, Hermione's hair hasn't been taken care of much, and her thick curly hair covers her whole head, and her voice is tired, a little rough.

Muggle-born, she doesn't look pretty, she hides in the bathroom alone, no one is with her, and it is said that she was squeezed out by girls.

Myrtle felt that Hermione was a bit like her, and there was some intimacy in her heart, and she had the idea of ​​becoming friends with Hermione.

Just like living little witches always have their own girlfriends, those little witches in groups will share unspeakable secrets in the corner and talk about topics that sound impolite.

In the long time as a ghost, she has seen such scenes countless times.Hiding in the cold and thick stone walls of the castle, you can hear with only one ear exposed.

Out of some kind of secret envy, she leaned close to Hermione's ear like those little witches who share secrets, suppressed her excitement, and whispered excitedly: "As long as you pass through the statue of Stupid Boris, you can enter the boy's bath." In the meantime, I saw the prefects taking a bath—”

Hermione's eyes widened: "Ah! This...you, I..."

She hesitated, and was so shocked that she didn't know where to start.Shyness, condemnation of Myrtle's bad behavior, and thinking about whether the moral values ​​and school rules of living people can be applied to ghosts...

There is too much information in it, even Hermione's brain is a little bit down.

"Oh, it's like this... I was thinking, if you die, you are welcome to come with me to watch the boys' prefects take a shower." Myrtle's face turned silvery white in embarrassment.

Ghosts walk through walls, peek, take a shower...

When I die...

go together……

Should I thank her for her kindness, Hermione was silent for a moment.

Hermione opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally she asked with a complicated expression: "Does it take so long to peek? I have been brewing potions here for several days."

"Aha!" Myrtle exclaimed excitedly in a shrill voice, and flew around Hermione twice, "This is the experience I have accumulated. You can't go in and out of the bathroom frequently, and you will be caught by others." And I don't know when the prefect goes to take a bath, so I always stay there for a few days, and I can always see it."

Hermione was still more silent, once again deeply aware of the distortion of character and spirit by the ghost.

Myrtle didn't feel discouraged when she didn't get a response. She knew that living people were like this, and she would understand after she died.

Myrtle looked at the cauldron, "What potion are you brewing? Why are you hiding here?"

Hermione realized that she didn't know when she stopped stirring, and the liquid was a little stagnant. She hurriedly turned the stirring spoon, and waited until the lacewing insect's state stabilized before saying: "Because it can't be known by others, even the professor's classmates can't do it." , can you keep it secret for us?"

"Oh, it needs to be kept secret!" Myrtle suddenly became more excited, "Are you doing something against the school rules?"

Hermione's heart trembled when she heard the violation of school rules from Myrtle's mouth: "Yes, yes. We plan to use this potion to investigate matters related to the Chamber of Secrets, but I can't tell you the specific plan. "

Myrtle showed a look of longing and envy: "It's so good to complete the adventure that violates the school rules with my friends..."

At this moment, Harry and Ron hurried in from outside the bathroom: "Hermione! Hermione! You asked us to find something, and we found it!"

Harry was holding a copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and Ron was clutching a freshly torn page from a very old library book.

It reads: In our country, there are many terrible beasts and monsters roaming around, the most bizarre and lethal one is the Basilisk, also known as the Snake King...

Little Hangleton, in Gaunt's old house.

Because of the big commotion that happened before, near the woods next to the old house, some small animals vaguely felt that this place seemed no longer safe, and began to move deeper into the valley.The noise of the road brought more life to the valley that had been silent for a long time.

The wind of late autumn blew into the dilapidated old house with a chill, and the old man's long white beard swayed unceasingly, just like the heart of the owner of the beard, it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Dumbledore sat at the table, not paying attention to the worn stool and dirty tabletop, and stared at the Resurrection Stone on the table for a long time.

The reliable image of this old man with a long white beard is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and his power spans two generations of Dark Lords.So much so that people often overlook that he is over 100 years old, which is very old even for wizards.

Loren looked at the principal in a daze, worried that he would get lost again and would not be able to speak, and was ready to launch the killer whale to create a past at any time.

Noticing his defense, Dumbledore squeezed out a jerky smile and said softly, "Loren, do you know the story about Death and the three brothers?"

Loren nodded, he knew.Shaking his head again, he didn't know very clearly.

Dumbledore had a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "When I was a child, this story left a deep impression on me. The first time I heard it from my mother, it soon became the one I begged her to tell the most before going to bed. stories. My brother Aberforth, who used to quarrel with me about it, had 'Crumb the Dirty Goat' as his favorite story."

While saying this, Loren tried to find any signs of emotion from Dumbledore's face, but there was nothing.It's as if it's been too long, and the centenarian's longing for his family has become dull under the washing of the years.

Facing Loren's gaze, Dumbledore smiled slightly and said, "I'll tell you the story of "Cramb the Dirty Goat" when I have a chance. Today I want to tell you the story of the Deathly Hallows. Once upon a time, there were three brothers who lived in a secluded Hurry up on the narrow path..."

"The god of death went to an elder tree on the bank, made a magic wand out of the hanging branches, and gave it to the elder brother...the god of death picked up a stone from the bank and gave it to the second son, telling him that the stone could bring the dead back to life. The ability... the god of death reluctantly gave his invisibility cloak to the third child..."

Until the third child took off his invisibility cloak and handed it over to his descendants, and threw himself into the embrace of Death on his own initiative and equality, it was no different from what Loren knew.

"It was rumored that if a person legally possessed these three things, he would become the "Master of Death," a phrase that was often assumed to mean that he (or she) was invincible, even immortal. "Dumbledore said this sentence casually, passing by in a flash, with a calm tone.

"I objected to Snape's research and development of the medicine for bringing the dead back to life, and then allowed him to try it, because I knew he was doomed to no results, and the process of trying would bring hope and comfort to those who are still alive. Just like the past..."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore's blue eyes filled with hazy mist, which quickly dissipated.The speed was so fast that Loren thought he was delusional.

"One thing I understood a long time ago - that we are still powerless to bring the dead back, and there are good reasons to assume that will never happen."

"Just like in the story, the resurrection is an illusion fabricated by the god of death to harvest life." Dumbledore's eyes had a strange light, and he looked at Loren. "Thanks to you, otherwise I would be like the old man in the story." Two are the same."

Loren didn't want to continue tearing Dumbledore's scar, so he didn't want to get entangled in the matter just now. He poked the resurrection stone with his wand and asked, "Voldemort is so afraid of death, why didn't he use the resurrection stone?" ?”

"He didn't recognize the Resurrection Stone, I suppose. Which of the dead did he want to call back to a man like Voldemort? He was afraid of the dead. He didn't know love," said Dumbledore.

In fact, Loren felt that, except for Dumbledore, no top wizard thought love was magical.He thinks Dumbledore might be talking about the influence of emotions and souls on magic.

Loren was still puzzled: "Since Voldemort didn't recognize the resurrection stone, why did you...well, get lost in the illusion of the resurrection stone?"

"He just designed a very ingenious magic. The ring will make those who notice him fall into the fantasy they most desire in their hearts. It will make people wear the ring involuntarily, and then design an extremely evil curse on the ring."

Dumbledore paused and took a deep breath, "After I recognized the resurrection stone, my mood fluctuated a little, and I relaxed my vigilance in front of the Horcrux."

How could he not be tempted... Gellert's thoughts were so attractive to him once, and the core of their plan was the Deathly Hallows!How they fascinated him, how they fascinated them.

For Gellert, the Resurrection Stone means the army of corpses, and for him, it means the resurrection of his parents and Ariana's forgiveness.

After so many years, the resurrection stone that was once missing appeared here.At that moment, he thought he was about to meet Ariana, his mother, his father.He could tell them the regrets in his heart...

How could he not be moved.

Loren fiddled with Gaunt's ring with his wand: "Principal, what are you going to do with this ring?"

Fragments of Voldemort's soul are still attached to the ring, and in addition to the Resurrection Stone, it is also Voldemort's Horcrux.

Dumbledore took a deep look at the Deathly Hallows logo engraved on the Resurrection Stone, his fingers under the table trembled twice, sensing his wand, and the veil-like invisibility cloak flashed in his mind.

He pressed his mixed thoughts into the deepest part of his mind: "It's like a crown, I want to put it away first and wait for the right time to destroy it."

Not destroyed immediately?
Thinking of the vicious curse above, and the scene of Dumbledore falling from the tower.

Loren put away his frivolous appearance and turned serious. He stared into Dumbledore's eyes: "I want you to destroy it immediately. Right now! Under my witness!"

There seemed to be a mature soul hidden behind that gaze. At a certain moment, Dumbledore almost suspected that he had seen through his thoughts and wanted to avoid those eyes.

But when he realized that Loren was faintly trying to separate him from the Resurrection Stone, and that he was worried about himself, Dumbledore felt ashamed for a long time.

After a long silence, Dumbledore smiled relievedly. He proved that power was his weakness when he was young. His temptations, when he was old, he still couldn't let go, and he actually had unrealistic thoughts in his heart.

Forget it, forget it.This year is 111 years old, it is no longer his era!

Giving up the illusory idea of ​​collecting all the Deathly Hallows, Dumbledore immediately felt relieved, and even the fatigue caused by the influence of the Horcrux dissipated a lot.

He raised his hand and tapped Loren's nose lightly, and said with a smile, "I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts and the chief of the Wizengamot. Would I be recruited twice in the same place?"

"Who knows? You are a wizard, not Merlin." Loren didn't back down at all.

Even the explosion of the Piercing Curse couldn't wake up the bewildered old headmaster. If one night, Dumbledore was insomnia late at night and took out the resurrection stone plate, his body might be hard when he woke up in the morning.

"Hahaha..." Dumbledore laughed out loud, "That's right! I'm just an old wizard, not Merlin, nor a god."

He thought for a moment, then waved his hand towards the shelf next to him.

The pottery jar that stored the Horcruxes flew over and landed on the table. Dumbledore picked the ring into the pottery pot, picked up the wand and tapped the pottery pot lightly with the Transfiguration technique. The surface of the fired pottery pot suddenly flowed like a liquid. waves, and then folded itself like paper.

After being folded several times, the clay pot shrinks into a seamless ball, the surface is as black as a stone.

Dumbledore took Loren's hand and spread it out, put the stone ball that sealed the resurrection stone in his hand, and solemnly entrusted him: "Although you don't worry about me, I am very worried about you. The Horcrux has not been destroyed yet. When the time comes, I hope you will keep it until the time to destroy it comes."

Loren blinked in confusion... What's the matter, picking up a resurrection stone for nothing?

(End of this chapter)