Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

Chapter 299 Dazzling White Light

Hermione's suggestion was that in order to stay safe in case they encountered a basilisk and only be petrified, the three of them each took a hand mirror, put on an invisibility cloak, and hurried to the girls' bathroom on the third floor.

Although Harry could understand Parseltongue, if he said nothing, he would be unsure when he took action.

Of course, even though my heart was pounding, think about it, if you are not careful your life may be in danger!

It was already past lights-out time, which meant that the conditions for avoiding other people's sight were perfect, but no one could guarantee whether the mysterious successor was still wandering around.

They tried to be careful to avoid encountering patrolling Filch or other ghosts (especially Peeves), and moved forward as quickly as possible.

Although they were still children, they had grown a lot taller in the past year, and the invisibility cloak seemed very narrow under them, and the cloak was almost lifted up several times.

However, they finally made it safely to the third floor girls' restroom where Myrtle was.

The moment they gently pushed open the toilet door and quietly slid in, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"who……?"

Myrtle was standing at the sink, and because they were still wearing their Invisibility Cloak, she couldn't see them.

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak and Myrtle frowned and said, "When did you become ghosts?"

Perhaps because they went in and out of this toilet many times to make the "Polyjuice Potion", Myrtle's attitude towards them became slightly more gentle.

Of course, they were far from friendly, but at least they didn't bully or laugh at her like the other students did, which calmed Myrtle down a little.

"We are here today because we want to ask you something." Harry spoke on behalf of the three of them.

"What is it? What do you want to ask?"

Harry made his introduction carefully, fearing that the question he asked might be rude.

"We want to know what happened when you died."

Although we all felt that this question might be a potential risk, surprisingly, Myrtle smiled proudly, as if she had never been asked such a happy question before. She answered slowly:

"Oh... that's really scary."

Myrtle smiled brightly.

"It was here, in this cubicle, that I died. I remember it very clearly."

Myrtle talks about her death experience with great joy, but even as we ask this question, we can't help but wonder - can people's emotions really become so strange after death?

"Because Oliver Hornby made fun of the glasses I was wearing, I hid in here, locked the door, and started crying. Then someone came in and I heard them talking in a foreign language and I couldn't understand a word of it. What made me uncomfortable was that it was a boy who was talking. So I was going to let him out and let him use the men's room, but when I opened the door -"

Myrtle paused, puffed out her chest proudly, and continued:

"I'm dead."

"How did he die?"

Harry asked and Myrtle lowered her voice.

"I don't know. I just remember seeing a pair of huge yellow eyes, and then my whole body froze, and then... I just floated up."

Myrtle seemed to be lost in her memories, her tone was light and her eyes were a little wandering.

"Then I came back. Because I vowed to haunt Olive Hornby. She later regretted laughing at my glasses."

We can't help wondering whether Oliver Hornby regrets indirectly causing the death of Myrtle or doing something that caused the haunting.

"Where exactly did you see those eyes?" Harry's question brought us back to reality.

"It's right over there."

Myrtle pointed to the front of the cubicle, near the sink.

We immediately started checking the sinks.

At first glance it looked like any other toilet, but Harry noticed something.

"look!"

——Next to the copper faucet, there is a small snake carving.

"There's only this snake carving here."

"It must be some kind of mark..."

"That faucet has never been working," said Myrtle.

Harry reached out to turn the tap, but pulled his hand back when he heard Myrtle's words.

"What should I do next?"

We found the clue, but Hermione frowned in thought.

"Harry, try saying something in Parseltongue. There might be a similar password as when you enter the Slytherin dormitory."

"But I don't remember what the snake language is."

"Didn't you once talk to snakes at the zoo? Maybe you just didn't realize you were speaking snake language."

"Go ahead, Harry."

Although somewhat reluctant, at the urging of Hermione and I, Harry stared at the carving of the snake and spoke hesitantly.

"open."

"That's common language."

"You're going to mistake the sculpture for a real snake!"

Harry glanced at the carving, stared at it again, and spoke.

Maybe he said "open" again, but we didn't understand because what came out of his mouth was not English, but a strange sound like a hissing snake.

Instantly, the carving began to glow bright white, then the faucet turned on its own accord and the entire sink began to move.

The tiles on the floor moved and fit together like puzzle pieces, and the sink slowly sank into the ground.

Within seconds, a tunnel opening large enough for an adult to slide in opened.

“This is amazing!”

"This must be the entrance to the 'Secret Room'!"

"But why in the girls' room?"

Hermione and I sighed, while Harry seemed to have calmed down and started to think.

"I think this may not have been a toilet at first. In the past 1000 years, this place must have been modified. Maybe the descendants of Slytherin or someone knew the existence of this entrance, and they chose to hide it here."

"Yes, and this faucet doesn't look like something from 1000 years ago. It might have been rebuilt a few decades ago."

Hermione and I speculated, and Harry nodded in understanding.

"So, what should we do next? We found the entrance, but we can't just go in like this, right?"

"Of course not! It's too dangerous. We have to tell Professor Dumbledore in the morning."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that, Hermione. Let's hurry back to the dormitory before the Heir finds us."

Harry was about to deploy his Invisibility Cloak when he heard a voice.

"Oh my, I didn't expect there would still be people here at this late hour! What are you doing?"