bioinnovel Chapter 122 Stirring up the enemy
Chapter 122 Stirring up the enemy
Chapter 122 Stirring up the enemy
With Myrtle's sudden departure, everything became dull and tasteless. Belvina raised her arm speechlessly. What kind of situation was this? She had an immature demolition plan, and she was only responsible for the demolition part.
Belvina had considered many possibilities beforehand, including the possibility that Myrtle might fly into a rage or that she might go crazy and make a mess of the sewage, but she never imagined that she would just leave.
Full of joy and anticipation, all of it came to nothing. In the end, I still had to rely on myself to turn over the soil inch by inch.
All signs indicate that the secret entrance to the locked room is likely in this washroom. The only person who might know the key information has left, so the only way to find the entrance is through makeshift methods.
"Myrtle has run away, what are we going to do?" Belvina said as she walked towards the row of cubicles. "Should we take down all these things that are in the way?"
One after another, the mottled wooden doors were pushed open, and a series of "creak, creak" sounds echoed in the washroom, giving people goosebumps.
"I disagree," Basilda stated bluntly. "Unless you want to be haunted by Myrtle, who will be whispering in your ear every day about how she was bullied back then."
Everyone who "accidentally" enters Myrtle's bathroom has heard about her tragic past, her endless, tearful tales, and her heartbreaking lamentations.
If you're not careful, you'll be overwhelmed by Myrtle's endless tears, along with the restroom and the hallway outside, and you'll also attract the irritable manager, Filch.
"Damn it, how could that person have such a foul mouth back then? So what if she wore glasses!" Belvina's tone was still indignant. "I'm going to find her name when I get back, I'm going to send her a 'yelling letter'!"
“I agree with that, I wholeheartedly agree,” Bassheda said, circling the rough pool. “She mocks Myrtle’s appearance, but I think her soul is the ugliest.”
Bassheda's gentle persuasion successfully drew Belvina's attention to the perpetrator from years ago.
At this moment, the Muggle Studies professor was bursting with a sense of justice, determined to seek justice for Moghan Warren. It's just that this justice seemed to have come a little too late.
"That—" Dumbledore began slowly, "Hombey has already paid the price. On the last day of Myrtle's life..."
It was also the most unforgettable day of Hong Bei's life.
Anyone who suddenly sees the female classmate's body, whether her death was indirectly caused by their own harsh words, will never forget that scene, and will still be able to clearly remember every detail many years later.
At that moment, Belvina happened to walk into the last cubicle, the one where Myrtle's body was found, and also her favorite cubicle after her death.
Dumbledore continued, "After Myrtle returned in ghost form, she kept following Humbert, even after Humbert left school, and even disrupted Humbert's brother's wedding. Humbert's punishment was not just being haunted by a ghost."
"If it weren't for her sharp tongue, Myrtle might not have died. This Hongbei deserved it." Basilda shuddered. "But it's kind of scary to think about, having to face the person you indirectly killed every day."
Belvina went into the last cubicle, closed the wooden door behind her, and stood inside, looking up at the ceiling.
The crucible-like perspective could easily create psychological trauma, but it failed to broaden Belvina's thinking; her mind remained a complete mess.
"That's why I say Hogwarts' education has major flaws; racial discrimination and insults are rampant," Belvina's voice came from the cubicle. "If we had stopped these wrong behaviors from the beginning, perhaps we wouldn't have made such a big mistake."
Belvina's complaints drifted out of the cubicle as if she were possessed by Myrtle, but what she said next didn't seem like she was possessed by Myrtle.
She said, "Myrtle is the same. All she knows is to cry. Can crying solve anything? Crying only makes those bullies realize that there is a weakling they can bully at will."
As she spoke, Belvina pushed open the wooden door of the cubicle and leaned half her body out. She was simulating Myrtle's movements on the day of her death, trying to find anything suspicious from Myrtle's perspective.
Dumbledore looked at the figure peering out of the cubicle. It wasn't as strong and tall as an ordinary man, nor as thin and frail as an ordinary woman. Dumbledore suddenly wanted to understand what Belvina's ideal world was really like.
Even Belvina herself probably couldn't explain it clearly, as it was never truly realized, so it can only be an ideal world.
"Merlin, I've tried so many methods!" Bassheda began to complain, "Anti-Invisibility Charm, Anti-Hiddenness Charm, Anti-Disguise Charm, Reveal Charm—how long are we going to keep trying them one by one!"
Belvina was still standing in the cubicle, leaning halfway out. She said, "Try breaking the curse again, the anti-concealment curse, I've even used the directional curse. If all else fails, hire someone. Borrow two curse breakers from the goblins in Gringotts."
Dumbledore, who had been standing there like a telephone pole, finally moved. He stood in front of the cracked mirror, the dirty surface of which could no longer fully reflect his aged face.
"Why are you two in such a hurry?" Dumbledore said slowly. "Myrtle and the washroom are right here. We can come back anytime. There's no need to rush."
Upon hearing this, Belvina and Bassheda both stopped what they were doing. They realized that they were being too narrow-minded. Even in a small girls' restroom, finding hidden secrets was not an easy task.
Dumbledore raised his hand, his long fingers sliding back and forth across the stained mirror, soon covering his hand with dirt.
Belvina stopped dwelling on the last cubicle. She walked back to the pool and said softly, "Yes, even if we find the secret room now and eliminate the basilisk inside, the matter won't be resolved. The evildoers are humans, not the monsters in the secret room."
"A basilisk? What basilisk? The monster in the secret room is a basilisk?" Bassheda was slightly puzzled, but she quickly realized what she meant. She continued, "The monster in the secret room is a basilisk? I doubt anyone in England has heard of basilisks for centuries!"
"Four hundred years." Belvina held up four slender white fingers. "That's what Mr. Scamander, the leading expert on magical creatures, said. I sincerely suggest he go back to Hogwarts for a visit."
Dumbledore smiled without saying a word. Who said Newt Scamander didn't go back to Hogwarts for a visit?
As one of Dumbledore's early protégés, Mr. Scamander and his magical creatures made an indelible contribution to the fight against Grindelwald.
Belvina turned her head to look at Dumbledore, who was smiling inscrutably, and couldn't help but wonder if the professor had eaten too many sweets again and the sugar had clogged his brain.
"So what do we do now?" Belvina asked. "How about we set up surveillance around the girls' restrooms and wait for the Slytherin heir to walk right into our trap?"
With her mind no longer fixated on trivial matters, Belvina's thoughts became clearer, and her head was no longer a muddled mess. Finding the secret chamber and eliminating the basilisk were not the most pressing issues; the most important thing was to find the person who opened the secret chamber.
Belvina's previous idea was to take advantage of the school holidays to deal with the Basilisk when there were fewer people at school, minimizing the risks and impact, and then devise a plan to lure and capture the hidden Slytherin heir after the students returned to school.
Looking back now, the plan was somewhat reckless. Once the basilisk was eliminated, it was very likely to alert the basilisk. If the Slytherin heir were to dive underwater, it wouldn't be so easy to find him again.
"Wait a minute, I just remembered something I overlooked, and it only happened a short time ago!" Belvina suddenly slapped her forehead, the crisp "smack" echoing in the bathroom.
Dumbledore looked over and noticed that Belvina seemed unusually startled today.
Bassheda, who was also puzzled, looked over. Belvina was acting strangely today, as if she had been blinded by the impending victory.
"Before I met you all, I went to Hagrid's place. Three of his roosters have died," Belvina said. "The third one this semester."
"I know about this. Hagrid came to see me before the fake Hagrid was killed," Dumbledore said. "Roosters are the basilisk's natural enemy. The basilisk can't stand the crowing of roosters, which is why the roosters he keeps are being killed one after another."
Belvina rubbed her forehead, which had been red from slapping it, and continued, "Yes, that's right, but that's not the point. The point is the third dead rooster, and it's Christmas holiday time, Christmas holiday!"
"You mean, the students who stayed at school for the holidays killed Hagrid's rooster, and the heir to Slytherin is in the castle right now!" Bassheda said immediately, quickly realizing the special timing of the Christmas holidays.
"Looks like we're in for a lot of work," Dumbledore said.