Ron was still digesting this shocking news. He could not believe that he was about to go into the lake.
"Myrtle, besides the giant squid, what other animals live in the lake?" Harry continued to ask.
"Oh, there are a lot of things, a lot of different kinds, far beyond your imagination!" She said, sounding a little unhappy. "Sometimes I go to the lake to wander, and sometimes I have no choice. Someone flushes my toilet when I'm not paying attention …"
Harry restrained himself from imagining Myrtle flushing into the sewer with the toilet filth and flowing into the lake. It must be very interesting.
If he could, he wanted to try it too.
"So, what could make a human sound there?" Harry asked. "Wait …"
His eyes fell on the painting of a sleeping mermaid on the wall, and he hurriedly pushed Ron.
"Mermaid, Ron, it must be a mermaid!" he said quickly. "Myrtle, there are mermaids there, right?"
"Very good!" She said, her thick glasses sparkling, and she looked at Harry with satisfaction. "Diggory took much longer, and she was still awake at the time!"
She pointed at the mermaid with her head, and there was a very disgusted expression on her sad face.
"Hmph, giggling as usual, playing coquettishly like a student coming to take a bath, showing off her fins …" she said discontentedly.
"Harry, you mean …" Ron's eyes also fell on the mermaid painting.
"That must be it. The second project was to go to the lake to find mermaids, and then, then …" Harry could not continue. He suddenly realized what he was saying, and the excitement of discovering the secret suddenly slipped away from his heart.
He remembered that the lake was very wide and very deep. Mermaids must live in the deepest part of the lake …
This was no longer a matter of going down to swim. How could Ron breathe in there?!
Obviously, Ron also thought of this. He did not feel any joy from solving the golden egg, and his face was ashen.
"Myrtle, do you know how to breathe under the water?" he asked hopefully.
Hearing this, Myrtle suddenly burst into tears again.
"Stupid!" She muttered, fumbling in her robe for a handkerchief. "How dare you talk about breathing in front of me!"
The tears in her eyes increased and jumped down from the faucet.
"You know I can't!" She screamed, her voice echoing loudly in the bathroom. "You knew it was me, but you didn't do it for a long, long time …"
She buried her face in her handkerchief and blew her nose loudly.
Only then did Harry remember that Myrtle had always been very sensitive to the fact that she was dead, and the other ghosts he knew were not so fussy.
Ron also thought of this, but he didn't want to comfort Myrtle at all. He just wanted to leave.
He was about to drown in the lake, and now he needed to apologize to an annoying ghost?!
"Sorry!" Finally, it was Harry who said impatiently, "We didn't mean to, we just forgot!"
"Oh, yes, it's easy to forget that Myrtle is dead," Myrtle said, sobbing and looking at them with her red, swollen eyes. "Even when I was alive, no one cared about me. It took them a long time to find my body. I know, because I was sitting there waiting for them. Olive Humbeva came into the bathroom and said to me, 'Are you sulking in here again, Myrtle? Professor Duppett told me to come find you … 'Then she suddenly saw my body. Oh, she couldn't forget that scene until she died. I can guarantee that I followed her everywhere and warned her. I remember, at her brother's wedding … Of course, she later went to the Ministry of Magic and stopped me from following her anymore. I had to come back here and live in my toilet! "
It was a really unpleasant memory. Myrtle seemed to hold a grudge beyond imagination.
Harry and Ron didn't listen at all. They didn't even care that Myrtle saw their bodies.
They picked up the golden egg from the bottom of the bathtub, climbed out, dried themselves as fast as they could, and put on their clothes again.
"Fred and George must have known about this. They knew that Myrtle would come and peep, so they gave me the password to enter here!" Ron said angrily. "Go see her?! Unless all the toilets in the castle are sealed with earth, I'm not going to go near that place again. "
"Myrtle is really bad, but she helped us after all!" Harry said. "What are you going to do when you dive into the water?"
"I don't know. I'll go back and ask Elwyn and Hermione. They must know!" Ron said weakly.
As much as he hated to admit it, there was really nothing he could do about the current situation.
He originally thought that he could not rely on Elwyn's help this time, but he couldn't.
Ever since he saw Hermione in that state at the ball, Ron had been very uncomfortable lately. He kept thinking about the scene of Elwyn and Hermione dancing, and this morning in the tavern, he saw Elwyn take out the parchment with terrible patterns …
Now was not the time to fight with Elwyn, Ron reminded himself. This was the lesson he had learned in the past few years.
Elwyn was very strong, far beyond his imagination. He needed his help.
"Ron, we have to go back quickly!" Harry said, shining the Invisibility Cloak on their heads and carefully checking. "It's very late. Come on, I'll hold the golden egg. You're responsible for looking at the map of the marauder."
The two of them went out into the pitch-black corridor. Ron absentmindedly checked the map of the marauder.
The two dots on the map of Filch and his cat, Madam Dolores, were safely in their office.
The castle was silent. Only Mischievous was active, but he was making a scene in the prize room upstairs.
"Let's go!" Ron said, suddenly stopping.
Mischievous wasn't the only one active. He saw Elwyn and Hermione suddenly appear at the castle gate.
What were they doing out, could it be a date?!
Thinking of this, thinking of the scene of Elwyn and Hermione kissing, he felt uncomfortable.
Ron had been out on a date with Lavender recently, so he finally knew what a guy and a girl did when they were alone together.
Now that he thought about it, Elwyn and Hermione had been together for a long time, they must have done the same …
"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry came over and also saw Elwyn and Hermione at the gate. "Strange, why are they there? Let's go!"
He pulled on Ron's sleeve, and Ron came back to his senses.
"Oh!" He was about to put away the marauder map when his gaze suddenly stopped.
Because he saw another dot moving around in a room on the left side of the ground floor.
It was Professor Snape's office, but the name beside the dot wasn't "Severus Snape".
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