Chapter 142 Black Book

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After Christmas, the school became increasingly deserted, and Fan Lin found that many familiar faces were missing around him.

The current situation at Hogwarts is so dangerous that parents of little wizards have to protest to the school.

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

Because the clues were interrupted, Fan Lin and the others had to prepare to find everything about the secret room again.

This includes two very key characters, Moaning Myrtle and our gamekeeper Rubeus Hagrid.

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"Fan Lin, hurry up..." Hermione urged while running.

Now the four people became two groups, and Harry and Ron went to Hagrid to insinuate themselves.

Originally, Fan Lin wanted to go to Hagrid, but Harry disagreed. He said he wanted to find out in person.

So Fanlin and Hermione were assigned to the women's bathroom where the potion was brewed, to ask Myrtle for some information about the monster. After all, Myrtle should have seen the monster, even though she died because of it.

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

Fan Lin noticed that the corridor was filled with water as thick as a knuckle...

"What's wrong, Fanlin?" Hermione said in confusion. She heard someone speaking, but it was more like angry cursing.

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

"Did another attack happen?" Hermione said nervously. The girl was still a little scared. After all, the person who had seen the monster died.

Fan Lin held his breath, the sound of the words and the sound of rushing water were mixed together.

"No..." Fan Lin let out a long sigh of relief, "It's Mr. Filch. He may be complaining about this complicated work..."

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

As he spoke, Filch's voice, along with the sound of his footsteps treading water, reached the ears of Fan Lin and Hermione very clearly.

This made both of them hold their breath at the same time. If Filch found out, they would both feel very uncomfortable. After all, Filch became extremely irritable because of Mrs. Norris's accident. It seemed that everyone was Like a murderer.

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

His footsteps gradually retreated, and a door slammed shut in the distance.

Fan Lin poked his head in the corner. Apparently, Filch usually stood guard where Lady Norris had been attacked.

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

There was a lot of water overflowing most of the hallway, and it still seemed to be overflowing from Moaning Myrtle's toilet.

Now that Filch was no longer shouting, they could hear Myrtle's cries escaping from the toilet walls.

"What's wrong with her? Why did she start crying again and make so much water to provoke Filch..." Fan Lin asked Hermione helplessly.

Hermione gave Fan Lin a roll of her eyes unceremoniously, "Who would have thought that Myrtle would always be like that, sentimental and troublesome..."

"Then do you know what she often laments?" Fan Lin asked curiously. In his opinion, girls can always understand each other, even though Myrtle is a female ghost...

"If you are interested..." Hermione said without mercy, "You can ask her yourself. Who knows what she thinks? She has a history of at least more than 60 years..."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She knew very well what Fan Lin was thinking. After all, in Hermione's opinion, Fan Lin's mind was just that big.

"Hey...hehe..." Fan Lin smiled awkwardly. He was still not used to being embarrassed by Hermione. It would be better if it was Ron or Harry.

"Let's go quickly, maybe Myrtle is in a good mood now..." Fan Lin said, dragging Hermione towards Myrtle's toilet.

They pulled their robes over their ankles, padded across the puddle of water to a door with a "Out of Order" sign, and walked in, ignoring it as usual.

Groaning Mytler was crying louder and harder than ever. She was hiding in her usual bathroom, which was dark because the water had extinguished the candles.

"What happened, Myrtle?" Fanlin said.

"Who is it?" Myrtle sobbed sadly, "You are planning to throw something at me too."

Fan Lin waded through her small room with difficulty and asked, "Why should I throw something at you? What happened?"

"Don't ask me!" cried Myrtle.

She stood up and splashed more water onto the already soaked floor. "I was just here, doing my own thing...and someone thought it was funny to throw books at me..."

"No, this is not interesting, Myrtle..." Fan Lin said, "After all, you are a ghost. These books cannot hurt you, he will go directly through..."

"Then you mean it would be very interesting if you could hurt me?" Myrtle yelled, her voice was very harsh.

"Just like this..." Myrtle suddenly flew in front of Fan Lin, "Let me tell you what they find interesting."

Myrtle said viciously: "10 points for passing through the stomach! 5 points for passing through the head! Great, haha! What a great game!"

Myrtle screamed crazily, and as she spoke, she pierced Fanlin's body, head, and stomach with her hands...

That feeling was really exciting...

"Calm down...Calm down...Myrtle..." She said with difficulty. It was really difficult to talk to a neurotic ghost.

"Who threw things at you..." Fanlin said loudly. It was not a pleasant feeling to be pierced by a ghost...

"I don't know..." Myrtle suddenly became quiet 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 blisters."

Following the direction of Myrtle's finger, there was a pile of books scattered there, all made of paper, and all soaked.

But only one book was still intact, at least compared to those soaked books.

The black cover of this book was very worn out, as wet as the rest of the things in the toilet. But the black cover still worked, it seemed to be parchment...

Fan Lin walked over and picked up the book which was still intact.

"You really don't know who threw the things at you?" Fan Lin asked doubtfully.

"Yes, there was no one when I came out..." Myrtle thought for a while, "But I heard two... Oh, no, three boys' voices, they shouted to throw all these books away..."

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

"Okay..." Fan Lin put the book in his pocket, "I will help you find the person who threw the book, and let him apologize to you, Myrtle..." (To be continued)