"Well done, Cedric." Harry smiled at Cedric, "Your way of thinking proves that this practical exercise wasn't a failure. At least you all have gained something."
"So, could you please remove the paint?" Cedric said somewhat embarrassedly.
Harry took out his magic wand and cast a "cleaned up" spell on Cedric, removing the green glow from his body.
"Actually, it looked quite nice earlier." Harry said, resting his chin on his hand, "A perfect skull shape, wasn't it?"
Then, he took out a few wolves from his wallet.
"Of course, these wolves aren't your task." Harry reached out and rubbed one of the wolves' heads, which wagged its tongue ingratiatingly like a husky, "At least not today—considering your current situation, it's better to have the next practical exercise later."
"This was just the beginning; next time, you'll have to wait until the green paint naturally disappears." Harry winked at them.
"Harry, how did you do this?" Hermione asked with interest. She wanted to step forward, but she recognized the creatures in front of her as wolves, and hesitated to approach, so she only watched from the outside, "These are wolves, after all. How did you get them to obey? Was it that magic spell?"
Hermione didn't dare mention the soul-snatching curse and could only use 'that magic spell' as a substitute.
"The soul-snatching curse?" Harry shook his head, "No, never use it on animals—of course, insects like spiders are fine, but I wouldn't recommend having a spider jump onto Ron's face..."
"Harry!" Ron said angrily.
"I was just advising Hermione not to do it; you misunderstood me." Harry said with a chuckle.
However, from Hermione's expression, she seemed a bit tempted.
If Ron doesn't study magic spells well, then I definitely will, she thought.
By this point, she even forgot that "being caught using the soul-snatching curse would get you expelled."
The outdoor practice was over, so there was no need to stay outside any longer.
After returning to the dormitory, Harry lay on his bed, cleared his mind, and quickly fell asleep.
Early the next day, Harry was awakened by a cold sensation.
He drowsily opened his eyes and found a bespectacled female ghost looking at him.
"You're Harry Potter?" The female ghost put her hands on her hips, "I heard you've been looking for me recently?"
Harry looked at her with some confusion and hesitantly asked, "May I ask who you are?"
"Myrtle." Myrtle replied succinctly, "I just crawled back from the Black Lake this morning, and I heard Miss Granger from your house saying you wanted to find me... So, what do you want with poor, ugly Myrtle?"
"Hey!"
Hearing someone speaking, Ron and Seamus awoke together.
Upon seeing it was Myrtle, they said in unison, "Come on! This is the boys' dormitory! What's a female ghost doing here!"
"I see I'm not welcome here!" Myrtle said angrily, then sulkingly began to lament, "Yes, who would like poor, constantly crying, and unattractive Myrtle?"
"Come with me, Myrtle." Harry smiled at her, "Since some people are still sleeping, I think we need a quiet place to chat."
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Myrtle asked warily, eyeing Harry, "Since becoming a ghost, no one has wanted to chat with me—not even Dumbledore, who I've watched go from red-bearded to white-bearded, wants to talk much with me..."
Seeing she was about to lament again, Harry hurriedly said, "Alright, just come with me, Myrtle..."
"Oh." Having no other choice, Myrtle followed Harry.
In truth, someone wanting to chat with her felt good; she wasn't very popular in the Hogwarts castle.
Harry and Myrtle made their way out of the Gryffindor common room to an empty classroom on the second floor—the one that used to house the Mirror of Erised.
Along the way, many people stared at them; Gryffindor students were curious about why Harry was with Crying Myrtle, while Ravenclaw students wondered why anyone would seek out Crying Myrtle...
"So, what do you really want to ask?" Myrtle asked directly after entering the classroom.
Harry cleared his throat, trying to frame a question that would be more easily received.
"I don't have any real questions, just wanted to ask about the Secret Chamber."
"Secret Chamber?" Myrtle asked, puzzled, "What's a Secret Chamber?"
"It's the Secret Chamber from the Hogwarts legends—" Harry said, only realizing his question's problem.
Myrtle only knew where she died, not about the Secret Chamber.
He should ask differently to get useful information.
With this thought, Harry asked, "Actually, I wanted to know... how you died."
Who knew that upon asking this, Myrtle's expression immediately fell.
"I knew it; you just want to make fun of poor Myrtle—can't you young wizards pick someone else to toy with?"
"No, Myrtle." Harry sighed, "This is important for the sake of Hogwarts—because the creature that killed you is back. In a short time, it has already created several incidents. Trust me, Myrtle, only you can save Hogwarts now!"
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