Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 322 Harry's miserable life (to be determined)

It was a very familiar feeling, a familiar yet repulsive feeling that appeared in Harry's upper right corner.

Just as Harry was about to look up, his eyelids swept across Ginny, who was sitting opposite him, staring at him intently while eating.

Only then did Harry realize that this was the same look Ginny had given him when she had been secretly observing him when he had first arrived at the Weasley's house.

"Harry, don't frown, Moaning Myrtle is here!" Ron whispered beside Harry.

However, before Harry could be confused, a ghost appeared in front of him.

She must be the ghost of Ravenclaw, who had just been eating heartily at the Ravenclaw table.

Among all the ghosts, she is the most voracious and aggressive eater.

Harry couldn't help forgetting.

But, she is Myrtle?
Why is it called Moaning Myrtle?

Ghosts are not supposed to cry. Their tears are just droplets of water condensed from their subconscious and the remaining magical power in themselves.

It is easy to tell that they are not real tears.

"Are you Harry Potter?" Myrtle blinked behind the thick lenses of her glasses.

She didn't understand why she was like this, and her heart was beating fast.

Myrtle had a secret that no one knew, which was that she often snooped into the prefects' bathroom.

One reason is that wizards who are prefects usually look good.

Secondly, ghosts cannot enter the dormitories of the various colleges. Unless someone like Ms. Grey is allowed to enter through the back door, Myrtle cannot peek at other handsome little wizards who are not prefects taking a bath.

So, Myrtle herself felt strange. She had seen a lot of people, but Harry Potter was not considered handsome among the people she had seen.

But for some reason, she was moved. Was it because he wore the same glasses as her?

Or is it that the power of Harry Potter that was spread by ghosts and drove away Peeves and defeated Voldemort can also attract female ghosts?
It is indeed possible, because Ms. Grey seems to be attracted to him.

Myrtle is a Ravenclaw after all, and knows the importance of the crown.

Ms. Grey is willing to give the tiara to Harry Potter, it would be strange if they didn't have an affair!

So, from Harry's perspective, after this sad-looking female ghost greeted him, she started to grit her teeth for no apparent reason.

"Who are you?" Harry chose his words carefully.

Ron had warned him about this ghost.

There must be something wrong with her. He glanced at Ron from the corner of his eye, but Ron pretended to lower his head and eat.

"My name is Gold Digger."

"You can call me that." The color of Myrtle's pearly white cheeks became noticeably darker, which would have been a blush for a human.

"She's blushing like a bubble teapot!" Harry thought unconsciously.

He finally understood!

The ghost in front of me is the same Ginny at the beginning!

"Are you looking for me?" Harry stared at him with his big green eyes, looking innocent, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

"I just want to meet - to meet the hero who saved the wizarding world! - My hero!" Myrtle put emphasis on the word "hero" at the end of her words.

Her hands were twisted together, and the whole ghost looked like a young girl who had just fallen in love.

After saying such shameful words, she fell to the ground trembling again and then disappeared.

"Harry -" Ron was about to speak, but he saw Myrtle half-exposed her head above the ground, looking at what was under Harry's robes. "Harry Potter, why are you wearing so much on such a hot day? Ah, how could I be so bad!" But she had a very resentful expression, and when she saw Ron glance at her, she left a word and disappeared.

"Merlin's beard!" Harry squeezed his legs together!

He suddenly felt that the days ahead had lost their color.

When it gets even hotter later, he won't be able to wear only his underwear under his robe and let himself go occasionally.

Because, myrtles will pop up from the ground all the time!

"How can there be such a shameless female ghost!" Ginny looked jealous.

However, Harry had no time to dwell on why Ginny was jealous.

"Wait! Can Myrtle come into our dormitory? Will she come while we're taking a shower--" Harry looked at Ron with fear on his face as he thought of a more serious problem.

"Harry, don't worry. You can't enter the common rooms and dormitories of each college without permission."

"Ms. Grey can, because she is the daughter of Ravenclaw," Nearly Headless Nick consoled.

"That's good, thank you, Nick. No, Sir Nicholas," Harry said, and Nick struck a pose of reserved grace for Harry to call him that - the name he most wanted to be called.

"But, Ron, who is that Myrtle?" Harry asked fearfully.

"That's right, that's right." Ginny looked at her brother indignantly.

Ron took a deep breath and said, "She is a female ghost from Ravenclaw College, haunting the girls' bathroom on the third floor all day long."

"That's why the bathroom is out of order all year round, because she's always throwing tantrums and splashing water everywhere. Whenever you go to the bathroom, she screams and cries at you, and it's horrible—"

"So, everyone also calls her Moaning Myrtle." Ron said with a gleam of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Yes, she's still very withdrawn and cries all the time. To be honest, I'm surprised she came to the auditorium to attend the party." Almost Headless Nick echoed.

"Girls' bathroom?"

"'As long as you use the toilet'?" Harry and Ginny spotted the blind spot.

"Don't misunderstand me!"

"I did this all for Ginny!"

"Ginny, have you forgotten why I told you not to go to the girls' bathroom on the second floor?"

"Even if you go, stay away from the cubicle with the sign 'out of order'?"

"This is all because of Myrtle."

"I know you're going to Hogwarts, so I found out the news for you." Ron looked depressed. Ginny shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue innocently.

"Oh, then do you know why Myrtle can cry?"

"The light ghost is forming drops of water in her eyes. I'm afraid that this will earn her the nickname Moaning Myrtle?" Harry looked curiously at Ron, who was well-versed in all this weird knowledge.

"I do not know."

"But it could also be that Myrtle likes to yell." Ron waved his hand.

"Hehe, I think only us ghosts know this."

"When we ghosts die, we will transform other things, creatures, or even certain states into ghost forms."

"Just like my half-lost head, the Bloody Baron's shackles, and the ghost horse of the Headless Hunt, Myrtle's tears are endless and real."

"Like the letters we write to each other, it's all thanks to some ghost who loves writing letters," exclaimed Nearly Headless Nick.

(End of this chapter)