Chapter 58 Ghost Myrtle
Just when Dracula and Dumbledore smiled knowingly and were about to examine Quirrell's crime scene together, a ghost suddenly emerged from the bathroom stall.
This is a ghost that looks like a short, fat schoolgirl. She wore thick glasses, had acne on her face, and looked unhappy.
"This is the girls' washroom. What bad things are the two professors doing secretly here?" She looked at the two professors in front of her and said suspiciously, "No, even if no one uses it, the girls' washroom is not the same as the male professors." You can come anywhere you want. I must tell the truth about you two!"
Dracula and Dumbledore's expressions froze. They never expected that while avoiding everyone else's sight, they did not escape a ghost that always resided in this bathroom.
"Myrtle, the two of us are here to check what's wrong here." Dumbledore said gently, obviously knowing the ghost.
Myrtle seemed a little disbelieving, and retorted: "I have been here all the time, and I can guarantee that there is nothing wrong with this bathroom. You must be making excuses for your behavior!"
With that said, Myrtle wanted to go through the bathroom roof to spread the news that the principal and professor were in the girls' bathroom.
"How could there be nothing wrong? Weren't you here when Quirrell sneaked in here this morning?" Dracula stopped her from behind and asked.
"If I say no, then I don't. If you don't believe it, just..." Myrtle turned her head dissatisfied and looked at Dracula.
Then she froze in place.
"Are you... the new professor?" Myrtle's eyes seemed to light up, and her voice became tense. It was completely different from before, "Wow, I have never seen such a handsome professor. I can Would you like to go to your classroom to listen to the class?”
The corners of Dracula's mouth twitched.
"That's right, Myrtle, this is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore took over with a smile, while not forgetting to wink at Dracula, "If you want to attend the class, You can go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, not far from here."
"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Upon hearing Dracula's position, Myrtle's eyes suddenly filled with joy, "Then you will definitely have problems this year, right? If you die, you must come here to find me. Ah, I'd love to share this toilet with you."
Myrtle blushed and rolled her eyes, completely immersed in the imagination of a better future.
Dracula turned his attention to Dumbledore, with a very unkind expression on his face.
"Dumbledore, don't tell me that as a headmaster, you don't know that there is a mentally ill ghost here?" he asked.
"After all, this place is a girls' bathroom, so I wouldn't normally come in." Dumbledore said, "I remember Myrtle passed away decades ago, but I didn't expect that she would still stay in this place. "
"Is this the place where she died?" Dracula frowned, feeling that there must be some secret hidden here, "How did she die? Is it because of the bathroom itself?"
"This is related to an event from the past fifty years ago." Dumbledore sighed and said softly, "There were a series of attacks at Hogwarts that year, and Myrtle was the only one who died in the attacks. Wizard. But I still don’t know the truth of the attack.”
So Dracula turned his attention to this ghost named Myrtle.
"Madam, can you tell me what happened here fifty years ago?" The light in his eyes was flowing, and he showed a strange smile.
However, Dracula's previously invincible questioning method failed today.
After seeing Dracula's smile, Myrtle not only did not answer his question, but started a new round of madness——
"Professor...wuwuwu my professor..."
"..."
"...So she is really not mentally normal, is she?" Dracula's smile froze on his face, and he looked back at Dumbledore, who was watching the show next to him, "Is there any way you can make her return to normal?"
"Obviously, Professor Dracula, Myrtle's mental state is like this because of you." Dumbledore shrugged and laughed a little gloatingly, "So, it is you who should restore her. It’s just normal.”
Dracula glanced at Myrtle, who was still going crazy, and fell into deep thought.
"You keep an eye on this ghost here and don't let her go out and talk nonsense. I'll find some foreign aid." After a moment, he suddenly said to Dumbledore.
Before Dumbledore could respond, Dracula disappeared in the shadow of bats.
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment when he saw this, then he spread his hands, took out a pack of honey candies from his pocket, and ate them in the bathroom with relish.
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Not long after, Dracula returned to this gloomy and dull girls' bathroom.
At this time, Myrtle was floating in the air, crying and wailing, while Dumbledore comforted her while chewing sizzling honey candies.
"Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Poor, sniveling, sullen Myrtle!" she cried, "Now that good-looking professor also If you dislike me, I won’t live anymore!”
Myrtle dejectedly believed that Dracula left because he disliked her, although in fact it was true... Now she was trying to stuff herself into the toilet and drown.
"Don't be sad, Myrtle." Dumbledore comforted, "Professor Dracula definitely didn't leave you because he disliked you. Look, isn't he back?"
He pointed to Myrtle the newly returned Dracula.
Seeing Dracula back, Myrtle seemed to feel a little happier and got out of the toilet.
"Yes, there is no need to treat yourself like this, Myrtle." Dracula also nodded, "Don't forget that you are already a dead person. You can't drown yourself if you do this."
After hearing his words, Myrtle suddenly felt even sadder and stuffed herself into the toilet again.
"Professor Dracula, I thought you would say some comforting words." Dumbledore looked at Dracula helplessly.
"What's the point of comforting others? I would never do such meaningless things." Dracula said calmly, "Look, isn't it interesting to see a ghost flopping in the toilet like this? An Xin. Well, she can’t drown anyway!”
Dumbledore was helpless. To Dracula, things that are meaningless are meaningless...
"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Dumbledore changed the subject, "Where is the foreign aid you found?"
"It's over there." Dracula pointed to the back wall of the bathroom with his chin.
A slender ghost with waist-length hair slowly passed through the wall and floated towards the two of them.
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