Hogwarts Melon Eater Chapter 111

Myrtle's ordinary day starts from the toilet.

Yelling from waking up on the toilet, crying, combing her hair in front of the broken mirror, crying, looking sadly across the little wizard drinking orange juice, crying.

Secretly observes the handsome new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, weeps softly, floats to the prefect's bathroom to enjoy the luxurious hot spring, and weeps in the empty marble room - Myrtle.

On the fresco, the ugly mermaid with beautiful long hair dropped her comb and covered her ears. Myrtle's cry was more penetrating than the roar of a Voldemort bat.

'Most ghosts may be magical creatures that survive in the world under the influence of magic and human obsessions, but some ghosts are not the same, such as Myrtle in the women's toilet on the third floor, her ingredients are very likely to be tears' ——More than one little wizard wrote this when he completed the paper "Research on Ghost Components".

"Look at the eyebrows I just painted," a little wizard with curly hair and his companions walked down the corridor, "Does it look good?"

"It's very good, very temperamental," her companion nodded, raising the hair behind her shoulders, "How about the hair I used yesterday with Mrs. Humbe's potion? Is it much softer?"

"Yes, I just said that Mrs. Hongbei's hairdressing potion is very good, and the fragrance is very unique..." The little wizard with curly hair suddenly lowered his voice and pulled his companions, "Hey, look!"

"what?"

The curly-haired little wizard pointed to Myrtle, who was floating on the side of the stone window, and whispered to his companions, "That's what she is, and you and I mentioned the one who flooded the toilet on the first floor last semester. 'Crybaby Myrtle'…”

"Oh! Yes, I even specifically asked the prefect about her. I heard that she has a very strange temper and lives in a dirty toilet. Everyone hates her!" Mother passed by, "No one wants to deal with the squeamish crybaby..."

Myrtle didn't make a sound, she seemed to be melancholy, but she was in high spirits and very seriously staring at the energetic little handsome guy who was chasing and playing on the lawn outside the window.

"Let me tell you something," the little curly-haired wizard was a little excited, "there's a Muggle-born girl in the dormitory next to us. When I came to school, I didn't know there were ghosts in the toilet. I saw Myrtle as soon as I sat down on the toilet. His head floated out of the compartment, 'Sorry, you just happened to be sitting where I died'…”

"Myrtle also asked me if the girl would like to hear her death story... I can imagine how bad the scene was, the poor girl screamed and rushed out of the toilet with her pants up!"

"Hahaha... I happened to see that Slytherin freshman who almost took the Sorting Hat away with Myrtle by chance," the curly-haired little wizard's companion laughed.

"She must be entangled by Myrtle, otherwise who would want to listen to Myrtle? That's too strange!" The little curly-haired wizard shrugged, "But not necessarily, Slytherin's students have some... strangeness."

With a flick of her braid, Myrtle quickly passed through the little curly-haired wizard and her companions, causing two exclamations, "The person I'm talking to is not strange—" Myrtle's voice was sharp, "The Slater I know Lin's students are very good, and they are not surprised—"

Myrtle didn't cry this time, "Those who are prejudiced and judge people by their appearance, it's strange that they laugh at others without knowing anything!"

"What?" The curly-haired little wizard recovered from the fright. She was frightened by the ghost passing through her body, but she never expected Myrtle, who always ran away crying, to refute their conversation this time.

"You are the strangest and most annoying!" She was a little annoyed.

"You silly ghost living in the toilet! Crying and chirping all day makes our favorite Defence Against the Dark Arts professor have a bad rest every day!"

"No one wants to listen to you! No one likes you! You have no friends! The only thing you can do is cry!" The little curly-haired wizard's companion helped, but soon she was hit in the head by a round dung ball, "Ouch!" she screamed.

"When did Peeves come?!" the little wizard with curly hair screamed.

"Hahaha! The thick-browed monster and the mop head!" Peeves appeared out of nowhere, holding a huge beige sack in his hand, and was grinning and constantly pulling out dung eggs from it, "Dung-eating eggs. Here you are!"

"My hair! Aw—that's disgusting!" The little wizard with curly hair pulled his companion and screamed and ran away.

Peeves chased after two steps, suddenly remembered something, turned his head but saw no trace of Myrtle.

He looked at the direction of the stairs again, shook his head, the bell on his hat jingled, and without stopping too much, Peeves showed a "killer maniac" smile and continued "chasing" The two hapless little wizards went.

When Peeves appeared, Myrtle burrowed through the floor and went down to the first floor. It was bad, and it would be so bad when she died. She planned to let the water from the women's toilet on the first floor overflow to vent her emotions.

She got out of the wall and quickly floated back into the wall as she was seeing Snape coming down the stairs.

Snape walked quickly, expressionless, his cloak swaying behind him, and he quickly left Myrtle's sight.

'If I'm still alive, I should be another him, right? 'Myrtle always thinks like this lately,'It's too painful, fortunately I'm dead...'

Severus Snape has grown up, from a crying child to an excellent and unsmiling potion master.

He had almost no weaknesses. Myrtle would sometimes watch Snape secretly and find that he had no family, no friends, no one in this world worth his attention, and he didn't care about himself, and he wouldn't be sad about losing, because He has nothing to lose.

Snape cut himself clean from the world.

Just like an invisible beast that knows that its life is not long, they will cut off all relationships, leave the group, and choose a place for themselves that is not easy to be found and die alone. No one will know that such an invisible beast once existed...

Myrtle often recalls the description of the Invisible Beast in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find It.

She didn't want to disappear into the world silently like the Invisible Beast at all, so she chose to become a ghost.

She was only fourteen when she died, and there were so many things she missed and wanted to know.

For example, what will happen to my family, will my mother water the orchids she left behind every day, who killed her, will Oliver Humbe forget herself in the end...

Myrtle came to the toilet on the first floor, vented and ran into toilets one after another, waving her hands, several faucets began to spray continuously, she shook her head, and the candles began to flicker.

Clap la la, the lively sound of running water echoed in the empty toilet for a while. This is the home of Myrtle, the queen of the Hogwarts women's toilet.

The water filled more and more, and finally reached the entrance of the auditorium, "Boom!" The sound of a violent collision between the body and the slate floor sounded.

"Hahahaha, you look like a gibbon with a dance spell!" The first floor started to get lively.

I don't know who released the 'freezing spell~www.mtlnovel.com~ maybe a few people released 'freezing spell', except for a blond little wizard who yelled'it was done by a few people in red patterned robes ', Professor McGonagall, who was rushed over, glanced at him, and no one paid so much attention--

Because the entrance of the auditorium on the first floor has become a brand new Hogwarts skating rink, someone played a guitar that they did not know where they were fished out, and the young couples who suddenly appeared did not miss any opportunity to show their affection and skated on the ice Go drag and dance, and some students are cradling on the ice in a ball, trying to knock down the dancing couple...

Professor Flitwick, who was pulled by Professor McGonagall to break the spell, accidentally slipped to the ground and slipped out a long way. A group of sports boys who had just returned from the Quidditch pitch tried to "rescue" him with a bat...

Of course, such a rescue operation would not be successful. The ice skating rink almost turned into an ice rink. Professor Flitwick added an 'Iron Armor' to herself, and she seemed to be enjoying it while lying on the ground. 'It's already a very difficult spell, and it's really good! I'm very satisfied!" He praised.

Professor Flitwick is a good hockey puck, no, he is a good professor, everyone thinks so, but Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it any longer, and floated Professor Flitwick with a 'floating spell'.

"Oh..." a sigh.

"Cough, Professor Flitwick, I hope you can help me get this place back to normal quickly," Professor McGonagall helped Professor Flitwick to stand, she greeted the crazy students, "School is for entertainment... for learning. Place! Not a place to entertain you! Calm down! Be quiet!"

"Ah, bad - the Quaffle was accidentally released!" Charlie squatted on the edge of the box where the **** were placed, and he raised his hands, "Ah, accidentally! The Golden Snitch was released too!"

Now the castle is completely lively.

Chapter end