Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 124 Goodbye, Never Again

"But we still haven't found the entrance to the secret room?"

"We can go to the weeping myrtle! She must know."

The group sprang into action, while Damon followed leisurely behind them, quietly putting on a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Although the secret room hasn't been opened yet, let's be safe.

The group arrived at the abandoned washroom on the second floor, where Myrtle was indeed there. Surprisingly, there seemed to be other people present.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

The golden figure seemed slightly embarrassed after hearing footsteps.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Draco Malfoy retorted coldly, but his arrogant expression immediately deflated upon seeing Damon behind Harry.

He lowered his head, obscuring his face, and quickly left the restroom.

Damon seemed to see tear stains and redness at the corners of his eyes, but he didn't care and didn't intend to point it out.

"What do you want from me?!"

Myrtle seemed to feel disturbed and her attitude was very bad.

"Was that Malfoy just now? He didn't do anything bad to you, did he?"

"What could he possibly do to me? He just happened to be passing by. What exactly are you here for?"

Myrtle's attitude worsened; if it weren't for the presence of the Duel Prince, she would have already climbed into the toilet and refused to communicate.

Harry and the others clearly noticed her attitude and turned their gazes toward Damon.

"Hello, Myrtle."

"Hey, could you please stop staring at me like that?"

Myrtle raised her hands to cover her face, unable to suppress a smug laugh—just being stared at like that was almost unbearable for her.

"of course can."

Myrtle was somewhat discouraged upon hearing this.

"But I think looking the other person in the eye when communicating is a form of politeness?"

Myrtle perked up.

But she still didn't dare to lower her hand, only peeking at Damon through the gaps between her fingers, "What brings you here? Please speak."

"This matter involves your death, if you don't want to answer."

"Of course I do!"

Myrtle's entire demeanor changed instantly; it seemed that no one had ever asked her such an honorable question before.

But since it was Damon who asked, she tried to keep it brief.

"This is where it happened. Oliver Humbell made fun of me for wearing glasses and looking like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here."

I locked the door and cried inside. Suddenly I heard someone come in, and a boy's voice said, "This is the girls' restroom!"
So I opened the door, yelled at him to go to his own boys' restroom, and then—"Myrtle puffed out her chest with a smug look on her face, thinking herself incredibly smug, "I died."

"How did you die?"

“I don’t know,” Myrtle said mysteriously in a low voice. “I only remember seeing a pair of terrifyingly large yellow eyes, and it felt like my whole body was being grabbed, and then I floated away.”

"Could those eyes be from a spider?"

"It doesn't seem like it. It shouldn't be. Spiders shouldn't have eyes that big and bright."

"Oh my God! My little baby!"

Hagrid suddenly cried out in pain.

Now everyone understands – Myrtle's death has absolutely nothing to do with Aragog or Hagrid; she was framed!
"Where exactly did you see those eyes?" Harry asked.

“It’s about there,” Myrtle said, pointing vaguely to the pool in front of her.

Harry and the others searched for a while and found a small, serpentine coil on the side of a bronze dragon head.

Harry was about to say "open" when a hand stopped him.

It's Damon.

At this moment, his expression revealed a seriousness that none of them had ever seen before, and he said calmly:

“Harry, it’s not time yet. The monsters in here are beyond our capabilities.”

"Not even you?"

Ron stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"I'm not sure if it's faster or I'm faster."

Damon casually remarked that he had decided to hire outside help.

"Fox, could you please tell Professor Dumbledore what happened here?"

The phoenix feather ring burst into dazzling flames, and the phoenix cried out in the abandoned washroom.

However, Damon did not get to see Dumbledore—Dumbledore only sent him a message from afar through Fawkes: "Don't deal with this now, explain it to him later."

Damon raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry and the others, saying:
"The matter has been mostly clarified. Let's go back and discuss it."

But this place

"Don't worry, without the Snake Voice, there's no way to open this secret room."

"Goodbye, Myrtle." Damon waved.

"Are you leaving already? I mean, goodbye."

Myrtle bid farewell to everyone and returned to the inner room of the toilet, where she sat on the toilet, feeling sad and dejected.

Goodbye. They said they would come to see me again, but no one came, and no one will come.

Inside Hagrid's hut, Harry and the others got into an argument.

"Since Hagrid, you've been framed, then we should clear things up! To everyone!"

"Of course I want to, but how, Harry? It's been so long. My punishment back then was expulsion from school. It's too difficult to overturn the verdict now, and it's pointless anyway."

When he discovered that he was indeed being misunderstood, Hagrid's emotions soared to unprecedented heights, but then plummeted just as quickly.

When he returned to the cabin, he had become dejected, a sense of powerlessness typical of old age creeping over him.

"How could that be? Since you've been wronged, you should clear your name!"

Hermione and Ron also disagreed with Hagrid's idea, but Damon maintained a silence that terrified them.

"Damon, what would you like to say?"

"Yes, it needs clarification," he said absentmindedly—what exactly was Dumbledore planning? Did he even know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?
His ambiguous attitude left Harry and the others somewhat confused, and Hermione spoke up first:

"What about Headmaster Dumbledore? What did he say? He's such a righteous man; he'll definitely seek justice for Hagrid!"

"That's enough. Thank you for your kindness, but as long as I know I was wronged, that's enough—besides, we don't know who the real killer of Myrtle is."

“We can analyze it! According to Damon, someone opened the secret chamber and released the basilisk, right? We just need to find out who that person is!”

"That happened almost 50 years ago, how can we find it, how can we possibly find it?"

Thank you for your kindness, but it's enough, really.

Hagrid shooed everyone away, forcefully driving them out of the hut—it was clear that he also needed some time to process things on his own.

"What should we do now?"

"Don't worry, we can't decide this, only Dumbledore can."

Damon stroked the ring on his right middle finger, a fact that proved he could still do very little in the face of major events—he was still unable to influence the world.

There's still so much to do.
"He's contacting me. We'll talk about the specifics later."

Damon waved goodbye to the three of them.

(End of this chapter)