Chapter 223 Myrtle Suddenly Appears

"Then why do you think so few ghosts choose to become wizards?"

"Yes, if it were me, I would definitely choose to become a ghost. There are too many delicious foods in this world that I have never tasted."

Harry and Ron were a little confused.

Nick smiled awkwardly, made a fist-like hand to cover his mouth, and was embarrassed to stick out his tongue. While stroking his hair, he took a half-step back smoothly and performed a showman's combo.

"I thought we were just as miserable as we were in the past. I just realized how good it is to be a ghost now."

"I think more wizards will choose this path in the future instead of going on."

"Go on?" Ron was curious, "What does this mean? Where are you going? Is there really an afterlife?"

"It is," Nick replied decisively, "but I don't know much about it."

"Because I didn't choose to die, but I believe someone will understand."

"The learned men in the Department of Mysteries are studying this -"

He paused and looked at the strange wizard who was looking towards the hotel not far away, "Okay, we have a guest coming. Let's talk next time."

After the words fell, his entire ghost had turned into a wisp of smoke and appeared beside the wizard.

"A ghost has to find a job, what a world." Ron snorted, "If I become a ghost in the future, and my unfilial son dares not to support me, I will follow Myrtle's example and pester him all day long. "

Harry briefly mourned for a moment of silence for Ron's descendants who didn't know whether they would exist, and then said in a dumbfounded voice: "This is also because they have the need for consumption. Normally, ghosts don't need to eat or drink at all, and their clothes can also use the remaining magic. There’s no point in spending money on changing the style.”

"I believe that relevant laws will be introduced in the future regarding the inheritance of wizards after they become ghosts."

"There is also a basis for the payment of pensions."

"The ghost office will definitely be very busy in the future."

Ron nodded, "I can already imagine the ghosts flying around in the future. The magic in the dormitory to prevent ghosts from entering may be extended to every family, so as to avoid the sudden cold feeling when squatting on the toilet."

The two of them walked towards Hogwarts as they talked.

Harry corrected: "It's not necessarily a cold feeling. Now the ghosts are no longer pearly white, but have colors like living people. Going through their bodies might feel like pouring warm water under a shower head."

There were not many people on the way back to school. Since classes were going to be held tomorrow, except for the sixth and seventh grade students who were still reviewing, most of the students in the other grades were planning to stay until dark before going back.

So Harry's voice was not lowered.

"Do you want to try it?" Myrtle's head suddenly disappeared from the ground.

When Harry was startled, he realized that her hair was brilliant blonde and her thick glasses were still there.

The gurgling sound when she spoke also came from the tank, not herself.

The last time they met, he and Dumbledore went to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in the girls' bathroom.

She also invited him to share the toilet with her after he died.

He was also glad that it was Dumbledore and not Ron who was with him at the time.

But now.

"You know each other? When did you meet?" Ron realized later.

Harry scratched his ear, "Didn't I tell you? I have been to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets and Dumbledore."

"Bajir has been there too."

"Just-I-don't-know?" Ron said every word.

Myrtle turned around and sat cross-legged in the air, waving, "And me!"

Harry's eyes wandered, "I thought I told you."

"That happened during Christmas break in first grade. When you came back you were all about showing off your experience in Romania."

"Then he was busy targeting Draco and mocking his father for going to Azkaban."

"I really couldn't find a chance to tell you anything else."

"Then it's forgotten."

"So, it's my fault?" Ron stamped his feet, turned his head and crossed his arms.

She looked like a little girl who had an argument with her boyfriend and needed to be coaxed.

"You can understand it that way." Harry replied stiffly, turning his head and looking in other directions pretending not to care.

Myrtle, who was about to drop her little pearl because she was ignored, gradually became excited.

The fujoshi's heart was ignited at this moment.

"You guys. You guys, keep going!"

The presence of Myrtle made Ron uncomfortable, who was originally prepared to remain in a stalemate for a while.

He seemed to feel a dirty, dirty look passing through his clothes and scanning his whole body.

So he broke the ice first, "Where is the entrance to the secret room?"

Harry didn't answer, but looked at Myrtle to signal.

Ron's expression couldn't be tense, "In the girls' bathroom? Myrtle's room?"

Harry nodded.

Hogwarts was founded more than a thousand years ago, on an uncertain date, by four of the greatest witches and wizards of the time.

Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.

At that time, Muggles were afraid of magic, and young wizards and wizards who did not know magic and poor wizards and wizards who had not received systematic education and only knew a few spells were persecuted a lot.

So they built the castle together, away from the prying eyes of Muggles.

After the initial honeymoon period of starting a business, there was a gap between Slytherin's teaching philosophy and the other Big Three.

He wanted Hogwarts to be more selective in its admissions.

He believed that magic education should only be limited to pure magic families.

And children born to Muggles, they are unreliable.

After a while, Slytherin and Gryffindor had a fierce quarrel over this issue, and then Slytherin left the school.

But according to legend, Slytherin did not do nothing, but left a secret room in the castle.

It will be closed until his true heir comes to the school.

Only that heir can open the secret room, release the horror inside, let it purify the school, and eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic.

Many people believe in this legend, and the school has investigated many times in the past thousand years, inviting the most knowledgeable male and female wizards at the time.

But nothing was found.

Ron made a vomiting expression, "No wonder so many experts have found nothing."

"I have long known that Salazar Slytherin is a perverted old lunatic."

"But who could have imagined that Slytherin was so disgusting and vulgar that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets would be chosen there."

"The pure-blood nonsense actually originated from him."

"Even if you give me money for free, I will not enter his college."

"To be honest, if the Sorting Hat had put me in Slytherin, I would have taken the train home without saying a word!"

Harry shrugged, "You should be glad that Draco is not here."

Ron waved his hand, "He I said the same thing. If he knew the location of the Chamber of Secrets, I dare say he would ask to be transferred to Ravenclaw in the next second. "

"His followers Crabbe and Goyle will also go to Hufflepuff."

"By the way, what is the thing in the Chamber of Secrets that kills non-pure blood? Many people think it is some kind of monster that can only be controlled by the heir of Slytherin."

He looked at Myrtle, "Could she have died because of the monster in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"How did you find out?"

Harry touched his chin, "You have to ask Myrtle about this."

"Myrtle?" Ron looked incredulous.

"What's that expression on your face!" Myrtle's body swelled up.

Although everything she said was guided by Basil's Confusion Spell, she had long regarded this as her own discovery and achievement.

"I'm also a Ravenclaw! If no one cared about what I said, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets would have been discovered long ago, and that big idiot Rubeus wouldn't have been used as a scapegoat and had his wand broken and expelled."

"You can ask Harry if he found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets under my guidance!"

"Hagrid is innocent!" Harry's pupils contracted, and he suddenly remembered this forgotten thing.

Dumbledore was eavesdropping nearby at the time, so he finally emphasized to Dumbledore that the basilisk skin belonged to Basil.

Logically, Hagrid's crime should have been cleared.

"Myrtle, has anyone from the Ministry of Magic come to you?"

Myrtle muttered, "No. But Hagrid is not innocent. He has had many opportunities to ask me over the years. But he never came once."

Ron frowned, "Dumbledore didn't do anything?"

"Come with me." A hexagram array flashed in Harry's eyes, and two beams of light enveloped Ron and Harry's bodies.

Myrtle was left there, and I was abandoned like this?

Students who saw the light column not far away, light column? Is it an owl or a wizard who was driven out?

And Hagrid, who was carrying a bow and arrow and wearing rubber shoes, walked along the animal path towards the wooden house and yawned, what the hell (‵o′)convex, Merlin?

Two huge light columns that were obviously not owls appeared in front of him.

There was also a vague outline of a person inside.

In addition to exiling people, can this light column also bring people in?

Poachers?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and at the same time he had already drawn his bow and arrow and aimed at the taller figure.

"Don't!" The tall figure hurriedly made a French military salute and raised his hands, "I'm Ron!"

"Ron?" Hagrid's bowstring was already pulled like a full moon. He quickly turned the direction and shot an arrow that pierced the ancient tree beside him and deeply sank into the rock and soil.

The light spots scattered, and Ron and Harry appeared from the light.

Ron looked pale and stared at the arrow hole that was as thick as a waist.

If this shot hit him, he would be killed instantly, and there would be no way to save him.

Hagrid was so scared that he was shaking, "Why are you two in the Forbidden Forest? You are so desperate!"

Harry was the only one among the three who was calm and composed. Even if the arrow just now was really shot, he could easily block it.

Whether to summon his own mother to block the bullet or to let the giant snake in the shadow take his place, it was just a matter of thought.

"Hagrid, we came to you for something important."

"It's about you."

Seeing Harry so calm, Ron's mentality was inexplicably calmed down.

"Yes. It's about you."

"It's about me?" Hagrid's black beetle-like eyes lit up, "Did the application for raising dragons be approved?"

"Haha! It should have been like this long ago!"

"After the existence of that tree, the little cuties in the Forbidden Forest have become much more docile."

"Firenze and the others can even conjure food out of thin air, and they don't hunt recently."

"Firenze? Who are they?" Ron forgot the main topic of coming here for a moment.

"They are centaurs."

"Centaurs?" Harry's curiosity was also aroused.

He had never entered the Forbidden Forest as in the original world line.

So his understanding of centaurs came more from books.

Centaurs are magical creatures. As described in Greek mythology, their upper body is humanoid, while their lower body is no different from horses.

They do not use wands, but are very good at magical healing, divination, archery and astronomy.

They have their own culture and are very proud.

In order not to share the identity of humans with creatures such as hags and vampires, they actually asked the British Ministry of Magic to classify them as "beasts".

There is no trace of them in the Blind Pig Bar, which is full of almost all humanoids.

Hagrid saw Harry's curiosity, "I advise you not to have too much expectations."

"Although they have good intentions, they always speak in a vague and roundabout way."

"Always looking up at the stars, it's annoying. They are not interested in anything except things around the moon."

Ron blurted out, "Isn't this Dumbledore who is obsessed with astronomy?"

Harry instantly perked up.

The last time he insulted Dumbledore in front of Hagrid was his uncle.

Hagrid almost strangled him to death, and finally vented his anger on the gun barrel and bent it.

Dudley probably grew a pig's tail because he was still angry.

But to Harry's surprise, Hagrid was not angry.

On the contrary, he blinked happily, "Dumbledore is indeed very knowledgeable."

('It seems that Hagrid doesn't really hate centaurs.' Harry muttered.)

"In fact, I hope Dumbledore can learn more from them, have a temper of his own, and let others know that he is not easy to mess with."

"Instead of a Rita Skeeter who dares to ridicule him as a crazy old lunatic!"

The veins on his hands were bulging, as if he was pinching the neck of the Rita Skeeter he was talking about.

"Rita Skeeter?" Ron frowned, "She used to be like that, but she has been speaking for Dumbledore recently."

"Aha!" Hagrid waved his fist, "Because she knows Dumbledore is not easy to mess with."

"He is the Minister of Magic now!"

"Rita Skeeter? Just a reporter."

"No," Ron shook his head, "It started earlier, it seems to have started during the summer vacation."

"But it's no big deal."

"I almost forgot."

"What we want to ask is, can you use your wand openly now?"

"Magic wand?" Hagrid began to stutter, "Where do I have a wand."

"It's in your umbrella." Ron added.

"You all know it!" Hagrid looked like he had been discovered of a huge secret.

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Everyone knows it. But no one cares."

"Everyone knows that there is a wand in your umbrella."

"That's not the point today. The point is that last Christmas, Dumbledore and I found the murder weapon of the real murderer who killed Myrtle."

"There is evidence. You should have been allowed to use the wand in public a long time ago."

"Yes, that's it." Ron nodded, "No, Harry, you haven't told me who the real murderer is."

"Huh?" Harry was puzzled, "Didn't you know it a long time ago?"

"Voldemort when he was a student."

"Hagrid said it in front of us last year."