Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 166 Angry Myrtle

"But who is the heir of Slytherin? Although there are many villains in Slytherin, there are not many who meet the requirements. After all, once caught, not only will they be fired, but they will also be put in Azkaban prison. It's a hellish place."

Ron muttered to himself suspiciously, he didn't notice that Ginny's ruddy face suddenly turned pale again.

Harry had been keeping a close eye on Ginny, he noticed it immediately, and immediately changed the subject, "Don't talk about that damn place, say something happy, school is about to start."

"Although I've been very leisurely lately, I feel a little slack if I don't go to class." Hermione stretched and said with a serious face.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, even on holiday. No matter where Hermione went, she never left the book, which was called laxity, and the world of scholar-tyrants really couldn't be understood by ordinary people.

The holidays will always pass, and the students have returned to school after Christmas. It seems that compared with the attack of the basilisk, going to school is more important to the students.

George had arranged to deal with Lucius' conspiracy, and Harry and the others also relaxed and continued to focus on their homework. No matter when or what happens, in the end the most important thing is your own ability and strength.

As soon as school started, Snape seemed to have a nerve and assigned a lot of homework. Fortunately, Snape couldn't just let Gryffindor's ≦■length≦■wind≦■text≦■study, w△ww.cf∷wx.n±et students do their homework, let alone Harry. Schedule homework. Otherwise, Harry believed Snape would let him copy the entire library.

Harry and Ron left the dormitory and hurried back to the castle, and it was not easy to do all this homework. Most importantly, although Snape couldn't just arrange homework for Harry, he could only make things difficult for Harry.

He assigned a lot of homework, and if others couldn't finish it, they would just give a low rating. Harry didn't dare to try how many points he would be deducted when he couldn't finish it. Being stared at by such a teacher who hates him all the time is not an easy thing by any means.

As they walked down the hallway, they heard an angry voice yelling from upstairs.

"It's Filch, go up and see!" Harry whispered, rushing up the stairs in three steps and two, hiding out of sight, listening intently.

"No one will be attacked again, right?" Ron was a little nervous. In broad daylight, this is not a dark corner, and the basilisk will not be so arrogant.

They were motionless,

You don't have to listen carefully to hear Filch's hysterical roar.

"It's crazy, always making trouble for me, mopping the floor all night. Why do I do this, don't I have enough things? No, I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to Dumbledore ." Filch's footsteps went further and further, until there was a loud slamming of the door in the distance.

They leaned out of the corner, and Filch was apparently on guard again where Mrs Norris had been attacked.

They could see at a glance why Filch was furious, water soaked halfway down the hallway and seeping out of the bathroom where Weeping Myrtle was. Only then did they hear Myrtle's cries coming from the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?" Ron asked in confusion.

During this period of time, in order to prepare the compound decoction, they ran into this bathroom a lot. They had seen a lot of Myrtle's madness, but fortunately they didn't need to pay attention to her.

"Go and have a look," Harry said, raising his robes to his ankles, dripping with deep stagnant water, past the door with a "malfunction" sign, and went straight in.

The cry of the crying Myrtle was several steps higher than usual. The loud, miserable cry could be used as an attacking weapon, which was unimaginable. Perhaps the ghost lost her physical limitations, giving her a more terrifying ability to cry.

She still seemed to be hiding in the usual flush toilet, and the gushing water had doused the candles in the bathroom, which was dimly lit, and there was only water standing on the walls and floor.

"What's going on, Myrtle?" Harry asked cautiously, lest he touch the neurotic brow.

"What happened?" Myrtle said in a miserable voice, "Why do you want to do this, why do you want to hit me with something."

Harry walked towards her single room and asked, "Who hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me." Myrtle shouted angrily, and a larger stream of water spewed from her body, splashing on the floor, "I stay here quietly, thinking about my own business. , some people think it's fun to throw me with a book"

"You don't have to be so angry, even if someone throws something, it won't hurt you." Harry analyzed rationally, he had been smashed by Dudley's things before, "Those things will go right through you, isn't it?"

Myrtle immediately blew up like a blown cat, and she shrieked like a balloon.

"Everyone, hit Myrtle with books, she doesn't feel it anyway. If you hit her in the stomach, you get 10 points. If you hit her in the head, you get 50 points. Haha, what a fun game, but I don't feel."

Harry immediately remedied, "Then who the hell hit you with a book?"

"How would I know, I was sitting on the toilet thinking about the past and death, and that book suddenly fell on my head." Myrtle glared at them fiercely, and said in an angry tone, "Still still Here, it's all soaked in water."

Harry and Ron looked in that direction, and under the pool, a small, thin book was falling to the ground. The tattered black skin was soaked in water and was completely soaked. Harry stepped up, trying to pick it up and take a look. Ron reached out and grabbed him.

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"Don't touch things," Ron explained. "It could be dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Harry couldn't help laughing. "There's no one here. How dangerous can a book be."

"Of course it's dangerous. Books in the wizarding world are not simple things." Ron said in a terrifying tone.

"Magic books are the most common magic tool, and there may be all kinds of scary things attached to them. My dad once told me that some books confiscated by the Ministry of Magic can burn blind people's eyes."

"Those who accidentally read the wizarding book The Wizard's Sonnets have to speak in limericks for the rest of their lives. The old wizard in Bath kept a magic book, and once you open it, it's nowhere to be found. If you can close it, you can only go anywhere with your head in the book and do other things with one hand. Also.”

(To be continued.)