Chapter 647 The Secret of the Golden Egg

"Ah!" Ron hurried to reach for the golden egg, his feet slipped, his center of gravity lost his balance, and he fell heavily.

Even Harry fell down, and Ron was on top of Harry, and both of them accidentally swallowed a few mouthfuls of bubbles.

They parted hastily, stood up panting, and spitting foam.

"It's you!" Ron looked up, and saw a sad-faced female ghost sitting on a dragon's head with her legs crossed.

It's Weeping Myrtle! ! !

A troublesome ghost, she was Tom Riddle's first victim when he opened the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and unleashed the Basilisk more than fifty years ago.

Since then, she has been heard weeping in the drain of the disused girls' bathroom.

"It's me!" she said, with a rare teasing smile on her face.

Following her gaze, Harry looked down at his naked, naked body.

"Myrtle!" he said angrily, "how can you be here when I, we have nothing on!"

With Myrtle staring at him like that, Harry felt uncomfortable.

Although the foam above the water is thick, covering everything.

But Harry suspected that Myrtle had been watching him and Ron undress from a faucet ever since they entered the door.

"I just closed my eyes and didn't see anything!" she said, blinking at Harry and Ron from behind the thick glasses, staying longer at Harry's. "Speaking of which, how are you?" I haven't seen me for a long time, where is Aiwen?"

Ivan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had contact with Myrtle when they were looking for the Slytherin secret room in the former castle.

Especially Ron, who ends up having to apologize to Myrtle alone for his inappropriate remarks at Nick's Deathday party.

It was a nightmarish memory. When he thought about it, all the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Only that guy Ivan can deal with her!" Ron whispered, approaching Harry, "What should we do?"

Harry shook his head, bending his knees slightly to make sure Myrtle could see nothing but his head.

"Why don't you come to see me? Do you hate me?" Myrtle asked with a sad face.

"That," said Harry, "we're not supposed to be in that bathroom of yours, are we? It's the girls' bathroom, and boys aren't allowed in it."

"But you didn't care!" said Myrtle sadly. "You used to stay there all day."

"We're being criticized for going there!" said Harry, giving Ron a push.

That statement was half true, Percy happened to see them coming out of Myrtle's bathroom once.

"Yeah, so we figured it'd be better not to go there!" continued Ron.

He wrinkled his nose hard, trying to stay as far away from Myrtle as possible.

This night is really bad, stupid to take a golden egg to take a bath, and met myrtle, was peeped by her

Knowing this, he might as well admit failure readily and go directly to Ivan and Hermione for help.

"Oh, I see!" Myrtle said, pulling a pimple on her chin sadly, "But you can still go in the future, I allow you to go. By the way, you can also call Ivan, you The three of you come to see me!"

Harry and Ron nodded hurriedly, indicating that they would definitely go in the future.

Anyway, with Aiwen around, he is very good at dealing with the crying myrtle.

"By the way, you can try putting the golden eggs in water, as Cedric Diggory did," said Myrtle.

"You peeked at him, too?" Harry asked. "What are you doing, sneaking up here at night, peeking at the prefects taking a bath?"

"Sometimes!" said Myrtle slyly. "After all, it's boring to be in the bathroom all the time. I need some refreshment, but I've never come out to talk to people before."

"What an honor!" said Harry sullenly.

He and Ron looked at each other, neither of them willing to go out to fetch the golden egg that had rolled far away while Myrtle was watching.

In the end, Ron couldn't get up, who called him a warrior? !

"Close your eyes, Myrtle, and don't peep!" he cried.

When Ron saw that Myrtle had indeed covered her glasses tightly, she stood up from the bath and wrapped her waist tightly with a towel.

Harry blinked, clearly seeing Myrtle looking at Ron through her fingers, seeing everything clearly.

This picture is really terrible, he promises that he will never come here to take a bath in the future, never come.

Ron ran back with the golden egg, panting heavily.

Harry thought for a while, and didn't tell him what happened just now, especially the thing that he was holding the golden egg and the towel slipped down.

"what should we do?"

"Open it under the water!"

Ron put the golden egg under the foamy water and opened it

This time it didn't scream. There was a gurgling song coming from the golden egg. The song came from the bottom of the water, and I couldn't make out what it was singing.

Harry and Ron looked at each other again, so that's what happened!

"Need to get your head in the water too!" said Myrtle, as if glad to be able to tell them what to do. "Go!"

The two took a deep breath and dived underwater.

Sitting on the marble at the bottom of the bubble bath, they heard some strange voices singing in unison from the opened golden egg:

Seek us, where our voices ring, we cannot sing on earth.

When you search, please think carefully, because we have stolen your most beloved treasure.

You have only one hour to find and retrieve what we have taken, after which there is no hope because it is gone forever and never to be seen again.

"What does that mean?" Ron asked, coming out of the bubbly water.

"You've got to find the people who can't sing on the ground!" said Harry, coming out too. "But who is that, who can't sing on the ground?"

He shook his head, brushing the hair out of his eyes, a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"Ron, do you remember Hermione's speculation this morning?" said Harry quickly. My sister is going to go swimming in the lake for winter!"

"You mean under the lake in front of the castle?" Ron paled instantly, and said in disbelief, "This is impossible!"

"That's right, the second challenge must be under the lake, allowing you to find your most beloved baby."

"Oh, that's what Digory thought," said Myrtle, looking at Harry admiringly. "He hid there, talking to himself, thinking about it for a long, long, long time." In time, almost all the bubbles have disappeared." Browse and read the address: