Chapter 333 Myrtle

Hermione took a step forward, as if she wanted to ask something, but was stopped by Robert who was sweating profusely.

He really didn't dare to let Hermione comfort others. Almost everyone comforted by her would have psychological shadow. Her talent probably didn't focus on this at all.

After this delay, Myrtle actually came to her senses. Fortunately, she didn't go crazy this time.

Just a little frustrated.

"I remember." Myrtle said with sobs. "I remember. That day, Olive Humbe laughed at me. She said that I looked like a four-eyed dog with glasses. She was my only good friend. ! How can you say that about me! I was so sad that I hid here."

She pointed to a cubicle, "I locked the door and cried inside, and then someone came in."

"Is there someone?" Hermione blinked and asked in confusion, "Who?"

Myrtle cried even more miserably, "Oh, my God, I have forgotten. After so many years, I have forgotten! How could I forget him! How could I!" Her expression became ferocious, and the veins on her face bulged. Like little red snakes, "That damn guy! I can't hear it wrong! It's that Slytherin boy! We all liked him at the time! Damn it! It's him, that Tom Riddle! It must be He killed me!"

Myrtle became irritable, "Yes, it must be him, it must be him! I heard him imitating snake talk, and the sound made people shudder, so I opened the door, scolded him to go away, and then..." Tears It pattered down from behind Myrtle's thick spectacle frames, "Then, I was dead."

The bathroom became quiet, and Hermione said uneasily, "I'm sorry, please have my condolences."

"It's no big deal..." Myrtle waved her hands pretending not to care, "Well, you know, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten how I died."

"Huh?" Hermione blinked, "Isn't that bad?"

Myrtle came up to her and deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Of course it's not good. If you forget about death, then maybe one day I will forget about myself too. How can it be scary? You think so, right? Cack, clack, cluck." …”

Hermione was frightened by her and took a step back, which made Myrtle raise her head triumphantly.

"Do you remember...where did you see those eyes?" Robert asked, dragging Hermione behind him. "We need to find the snake. It seems to have come out again and is running around in the castle. .”

"Oh!" Myrtle frowned, "That's not a good thing. Do you want to catch it?"

Robert and Hermione looked at each other and said to her, "Yes, we need to find the snake's location in order to catch it."

"It's almost there." Myrtle said, pointing to the pool in front of her uncertainly, "I don't know the exact location, but when I opened the door from the compartment, I must have looked towards this area. .”

The two hurried over and checked.

The pool looks very ordinary. The white ceramics are shiny and the copper faucets can effectively prevent rust. There is a mirror on the wall where the girls can tidy up their appearance after washing their hands.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special..." Hermione said frustratedly, "Did we make a mistake?"

"If I were Salazar Slytherin, then I would make the entrance mechanism look like a snake." Robert looked at the faucets. "Ah, I found it."

Hermione asked happily, "Really?"

She got closer and found a difference.

I saw a small snake carved on the side of the dragon head.

She checked several other faucets, but none had this mark.

"Then this must be the trap at the entrance!" Hermione announced loudly.

"This faucet never produces water." Myrtle floated over and looked at the faucet. "It's really possible that it's what you said..."

"But how do you open it?" Hermione touched the faucet and tried to open it, but she was surprised to find that she could not turn it.

Myrtle said proudly, "I thought it wouldn't come out of the water..."

"Well, generally speaking, the entrance to an institution isn't always three clicks to the left and three to the right." Hermione was a little confused, "Why isn't it?"

Myrtle shook her head and shrugged, "Maybe you opened it the wrong way."

"We need to use Salazar's thinking to solve the puzzle..." Robert rubbed his temples, "Well, Salazar seems to be most famous for black magic and..."

"Parseltongue!" they both said at the same time.

Hermione looked at the tap and said, "We have to get Harry to come take a look."

"That's right." Robert looked at Myrtle, "Thank you very much, Miss Warren."

Myrtle smiled shyly, "It's okay."

Hermione also said gratefully, "You've been a big help."

Myrtle became even more shy. She hummed a song, probably a popular song of their time, and floated away happily.

Robert took out the stone, looked at it, and raised his eyebrows, "Oh, our classmate Colin is such a talent, he is actually down here!"

Hermione was stunned, "Down there? You mean?!"

She looked at the pool in front of her, and she felt bad!

"Oh my God! Is Colin stupid?! He will be eaten by the basilisk!" Hermione shouted out and grabbed Robert, "No, you must go with me to find Harry and save him. !”

As she said that, she seemed to have thought of something and screamed, "What's wrong! Tom Riddle! God, Ron! There's something wrong with that notebook! He's really lying!"

The two ran wildly and found Harry and Ron in the common room. Hermione, without saying a word, pulled the two of them to the principal's office.

"What are you doing!" Ron shouted angrily, his body twisting continuously, "Don't drag me! Damn it! Can't you hear me?! Violent woman!"

Perhaps feeling that he was too noisy, Hermione knocked him out, which frightened Harry.

"Hey, Hermione... calm down, calm down!" He said as he backed away, and couldn't help but touch his pocket, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"We suspected that there was something wrong with Ron's notebook." Robert explained, "Myrtle told us that the person who killed her was Tom Riddle..."

"This is impossible!" Harry's eyes widened. He looked at Robert and then Hermione in disbelief, and shook his head, "Tell me, this is just a joke, right?"

Hermione frowned, her eyes sharp, "Harry, you don't think Hagrid really killed someone, do you?"

"It's impossible for Hagrid to kill someone!" Harry retorted subconsciously, and then he thought that the one who identified Hagrid as the sinner was Tom Riddle!

His expression suddenly changed.