Chapter 157 Returning to the Crime Scene, Even the Female Ghost...

Aaron looked at the clues on the blackboard, thought for a while, and then wrote down a few questions and his incomplete answers in his notebook.

First, the identity of the monster?

It may be some kind of magical animal with a very long lifespan and a very powerful petrification ability, and it has a close relationship with Harry Potter.

Second, who is the heir of Slytherin?

It may be a freshman, or it may be the person who was expelled from the school fifty years ago.

Second, where is the location of the secret room?

It is still unknown, but considering the water stains at the crime scene, it may be close to the water source.

After a while, Aaron closed his notebook and wiped all the clues on the blackboard.

"These are the only ones that can be sorted out at present, and there may be some omissions that have not been discovered." Aaron muttered to himself, and then walked out of the classroom.

He planned to go to the crime scene to take a look. Although it may have been cleaned up by Filch, there may still be some clues left.

When he came to the corridor, Aaron couldn't help but roll his eyes, and his heart was speechless.

"I must admit, you three are really...surprising!"

"Aaron, what are you doing here?" Harry asked doubtfully, with a flash of suspicion in his eyes.

"What are you doing here again?" Aaron asked back.

"Looking for clues." Hermione replied, "Now there are already many people in the school who think Harry is the heir of the Chamber of Secrets, and we don't want him to be wrongly accused."

"Not just Harry." Ron hesitated for a while, "And you, when I was having breakfast today, I found that several Gryffindors suspected that you were the heir of the Chamber of Secrets."

Aaron:......

"What does this have to do with me? I was wronged."

"But you were here that night, weren't you?" Hermione found a more heartbreaking reason for him, "But there are far fewer people who suspect you than those who suspect Harry, which is a blessing in disguise."

Aaron's mouth twitched, and his heart kept sinking.

Before, it was just for the system task, and now he has to add another one to prove his innocence.

Feeling the inexplicable bad luck on Aaron, Hermione asked worriedly, "Are you okay? These are just rumors."

"It's okay." Aaron waved his hand, "I'm not that fragile, I just feel a little aggrieved.

You came here first, do you have any clues?"

"We..." Hermione was about to speak, but Harry and Ron turned their faces away together, one frowned slightly, and the other shook his head slightly, but the meaning was the same: don't tell him yet.

"We haven't found anything yet."

"Is that so?" Aaron didn't doubt it much, but looked around, and finally put his eyes on the window, "I seem to have a little clue, look over there."

The three people's hearts jumped, they naturally knew what Aaron was talking about.

They just found that there were dozens of spiders crawling on the window in a panic.

They drilled out from the gaps in the window one by one, hanging down with spider silk, as if they wanted to escape from here.

"Fear, they are afraid. "Aaron muttered to himself, and felt that it was necessary to add a little to the identity of the monster, maybe it was the natural enemy of spiders.

"You mean these spiders are afraid of the monster in the chamber of secrets?" Hermione asked.

"I didn't say that, I just guessed." Aaron smiled awkwardly, looking at the clean floor, "It seems that our administrator has mopped the floor."

"Where did the water come from?" Harry felt that he had grasped the key point. There would not be anyone mopping the floor outside at the Halloween party!

Even if there was, they should have taken a bucket, not poured so much water on the ground.

"It should be that one." Ron pointed to a door parallel to the corridor, with the word "fault" written on it.

"Bathroom, but we can't go in, that's the girls' bathroom."

"It doesn't matter, no one will go there." Hermione smiled, "That's the territory of Moaning Myrtle."

"This name..." Aaron frowned, "Ghost?"

"This ghost may have a bad temper and is particularly fragile. "Harry said bitterly, "We just said a few insignificant words at the Deathday party, and she was upset.

Then she made a big scene, but it seems that she was scared away by Peeves."

"Compared to Peeves, Moaning Myrtle is pretty good." Hermione said, turning the brass ball door handle and opening the bathroom door, "Come in! Maybe she saw something."

This bathroom is not just shabby, it's a bit far-fetched to describe it as dilapidated.

Dark, damp, covered with dust, the cement on the wall is peeling, and some single rooms are covered with scratches.

Even the mirror in front of the sink is covered with stains and even has a few cracks.

"Tsk! I guess no one has been here for decades!"

"Don't say that. There is a ghost living here anyway." Hermione rolled her eyes at Aaron, then looked at one of the rooms, "Myrtle, are you there?"

A female ghost wearing glasses and pigtails came out from behind the room, with the Ravenclaw school badge on her wizard robe.

"This is the girls' bathroom." Myrtle glanced at the three people behind Hermione, "They are not girls."

"Of course not, I just brought them here to see." Hermione smiled far-fetchedly, "It's so beautiful here."

"You have some misunderstandings about the word beautiful." Aaron said with a twitch in his mouth, "These days beggars have to find a clean place to beg, but here... it's hard to describe!"

Hermione gave Aaron a meaningful look: the crying Myrtle was a little sentimental, don't irritate her.

Myrtle flew to Aaron, and just as she was about to glare at him, she saw Aaron's face clearly, and the curse words she wanted to say were immediately held back.

"Hello, what's your name?" Myrtle slowly landed on the ground, her two index fingers slightly touching each other, and said shyly: "My name is Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, if you don't mind, we can get to know each other."

Boom!

Aaron's heart suddenly rang with a muffled thunder, a bolt from the blue, and the whole person was dumbfounded.

Fuck! It turns out that being handsome is really a sin.

He doesn't mind having a ghost friend, but the relationship must not go beyond normal friendship, and Myrtle is completely out of his aesthetic line.

But before he could refuse, a figure stood in front of him, and Hermione looked at Myrtle angrily, "Aaron is not a ghost."

"I just want to get to know him, nothing else."

Harry and Ron laughed unkindly, the laughter was very light, but it sounded particularly harsh in this bathroom.

"Is it funny?" Aaron asked with a gloomy face.

"No, absolutely not." Ron waved his hand immediately, "We are just simply envious."

"Yes, you are so amazing, even a female ghost like Myrtle..."

Harry stopped talking halfway, because Myrtle flew in front of him, almost touching his face.

"Go on, keep talking, what about the female ghost?"

Harry took a few steps back, with an awkward but polite smile on his face.

"Hmph! Don't think I don't know what you think." Myrtle flew into the air and glared at Harry and Ron. "You must be mocking me, right?

Although I am dead, I also have feelings."

"No." Harry said immediately, "We, we just want to ask you some questions."

"This is a joke, you just want to make me sad.

Yes, who will sympathize with an ugly, pitiful, depressed and crying Myrtle?"

"Uh..." Hermione said, "We really just want to ask if you have seen anything interesting recently?"

"What do you mean?"

"On Halloween Eve." Ron said, "A cat was attacked outside the gate. Did you see who the murderer was?"

Myrtle looked at the ceiling, looking like she didn't want to say anything, but her eyes glanced at Aaron from time to time.

Harry and others saw this and understood something, looking at Aaron with hesitation.

Judging from Myrtle's meaning, she would only answer questions if someone else asked her.

"Haha!" Aaron sneered, "Goodbye."

"Don't!" Ron grabbed him and laughed nervously, "How about you sacrifice this time?"

"Abe." Aaron shouted impatiently. The holy dragon that had been squatting beside him quickly ran to Aaron and roared at Ron, revealing its claws and teeth.

A cute pet becomes a combat pet. Are you afraid?

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand." Ron let go immediately. He didn't want to be slapped by Abe. "I'm doing this for the sake of the overall situation. You don't want to be wronged, do you?"

Aaron rolled his eyes in disdain, and then looked at Myrtle and asked, "Did you see anything that night?

I'll only ask this once. No matter how you answer, I'll leave here after you finish speaking."

Hearing this, Myrtle sobbed with tears in her voice, "Actually, I didn't pay attention to anything that day.

When Peeves scared me, I wanted to find a place to commit suicide. After I came back, I remembered that I was dead."

Aaron nodded, said nothing, and walked out the door with Abe.

"Is he angry?"

The three looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

They didn't know whether Aaron was angry or not, but anyone would stay away from a ghost!

Seeing the three people remaining silent, Myrtle seemed to be thinking about something. She sobbed sadly and dived headfirst into a water tank, splashing a lot of water.