Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 68 Myrtle's Readme
Hardy took Fudge's business card, fooled a few words perfunctorily but politely, and then watched Fudge leave.

Special advisor to the Auror office?

He didn't have that interest, and he didn't covet the position of the Ministry of Magic.

When chatting with Braden Smith at King's Cross Station before, he had heard the other party complain about the salary system of the Ministry of Magic more than once.

"My God, I really don't know which part of the Ministry of Magic has a problem. My colleagues and I haven't been paid for three consecutive months."

Hardy still remembers Brayden's complaint to this day.

For the harmony and stability of the British magic world, I believe we will reach a consensus. The translation of this sentence is——

No pay, selfless dedication.

You know, when the theft of the Levima sisters was uncovered, the Ministry of Magic was unwilling to share the opportunity to be published in the newspapers with other people who had really made contributions.

It seems that since Cornelius Fudge took office as Minister of Magic, the Ministry of Magic has become very tight on funds.

The reason behind this is unknown.

"That's nice, an olive branch from the Minister of Magic." Snape stared at Hardy, and ran his fingers through his hair again.

Hardy smiled slightly, "I don't have much interest in things other than teaching. Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall know that."

Dumbledore smiled and blinked, then looked at Professor McGonagall who was hesitant to speak, "Relax, Minerva, Lucius' goal has not been achieved."

With his lips pursed into a straight line, Professor McGonagall said: "He always tries every means to unite with the school trustees to deal with you, Albus."

"Ah, yes, but the school directors have not yet come up with a more suitable candidate than me." Dumbledore laughed, "At least the current situation is still very optimistic."

"Principal Dumbledore, Professor Ollivander and I made a new discovery in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets." Snape brought the conversation back to the point.

Dumbledore looked at the two of Hardy in surprise, and opened and closed his lips, "Ah, yes, there are indeed some things there. I didn't expect that you would find out so quickly."

Snape raised his chin in surprise, "Principal Dumbledore, what do you mean... you know all this?"

Hardy also looked at each other in surprise.

"Yes, the four sets of reliefs on the ceiling, and the portkey under the floor tiles." Dumbledore said, "Haddy, Severus, your observations are very keen."

Dumbledore explained that since he first entered the Chamber of Secrets, he had noticed unusual places above his head and below his feet.

Originally, he planned to investigate alone, but he didn't expect Hardy and Snape to find out so quickly.

"That should get us involved." Snape looked serious. "Headmaster Dumbledore, you have too much to do."

Hardy said, "To be honest, I already have an idea in my mind. Regarding the content of the destroyed third relief, maybe the previous heir to the Chamber of Secrets knows something."

On the side, Professor McGonagall listened to the conversation between the three in a daze, and couldn't help saying, "Oh, what are you talking about?"

She shook her head, "Okay, okay, you can continue talking, I have to take Draco to the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey must give him a comprehensive examination as soon as possible."

After Professor McGonagall left, the three of Hardy walked into the principal's office.

"You're suspicious of Rubeus Hagrid?" Snape sat on the chair by the desk, looking at Hardy.

"Ah, Severus, I have to remind you again that the opening of the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago has nothing to do with him. The heir to the Chamber of Secrets is someone else."

Dumbledore waved his wand and poured a cup of steaming green tea for the two, "Come and taste the mysterious leaves from the East."

"Anyone else?" Snape swirled the tea in the cup, "I want to know the answer."

Hardy took a sip of the tea and frowned. This is inferior old tea!
Even if I can't taste it myself, the astringent feeling on my tongue is like being pricked by a needle, which is enough to explain everything.

Where did Dumbledore get his bad tea?

"I'm sorry, Severus, this has happened for too long, I can only assure you that Ruburt is innocent, the student who died unexpectedly that year was not caused by him."

Dumbledore drank the tea in the cup with great enjoyment, "To be honest, not only is it the last heir to the Chamber of Secrets, but we also don't have conclusive evidence and answers about who the heir is this time."

Hardy was thoughtful, and Dumbledore was absolutely right.

Although the secret room has been discovered and the basilisk has been eliminated, the two successors of the secret room still haven't shown up.

The matter of the secret room is far from coming to an end.

"Principal Dumbledore, I have one last question." Hardy pushed away the green tea in front of him, "Who is the student who died unexpectedly that year?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment before speaking slowly, "Haddy, we mentioned that student before. You might have been thinking about something at the time, but you didn't take it to heart. Her name is Myrtle Elizabeth Warren."

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Outside Moaning Myrtle's washroom, Hardy, who had left the principal's office, had just approached when he saw Hermione holding her head and was thrown out by angry Myrtle.

"Oh, it's all because of you that this place has become a mess, get out of here!" After Hermione left, a large puddle of water was violently splashed out of the bathroom.

Hardy raised his right hand and used the "British Wall" to block the oncoming toilet splash, "Myrtle, it's me, Hardy Ollivander."

Walking into the dilapidated bathroom that Filch had cleaned up briefly, Hardy looked at the silver-white ghost in midair, "I want to talk to you."

Myrtle, who was still yelling in anger, immediately covered her cheeks when she saw Hardy, and plunged into the toilet like flying.

One minute later, Myrtle rose slowly from the toilet again.

She lifted the hem of her skirt very ladylikely, and saluted Hardy, "Oh, nice to meet you, Professor Ollivander."

She floated leisurely in front of Hardy, "You are as handsome as everyone said."

Hardy smiled slightly, "Thank you for your compliment, can I chat with you?"

"Of course." Myrtle clasped her hands on her chest, "It's my honor to have such a close chat with you."

Nodding, Hardy continued to ask, "That's great, but my next question may offend you."

As soon as the words fell, Hardy clearly saw Myrtle lowering her head in embarrassment, "Ah, professor, I...I didn't expect you to be so direct when we first met..."

"I mean... if you really want to, I... can take it..."

Hardy looked at the strange Myrtle, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Myrtle, I want to ask... how did you die 50 years ago."

Myrtle's whole demeanor changed suddenly. It seemed that she never expected that this was what Hardy wanted to ask her.

"Whoa, that was horrific," she said, lost in memory. "That's where it happened. I died here. I remember it very clearly."

"At the time, Olive Hornbe laughed at me for looking like a four-eyed dog with my glasses on, so I just hid here."

"I locked the door and I was crying inside when I heard someone come in and they said something funny, I think it must be another language."

"But what annoys me the most is that I heard a boy's voice talking." Having said that, Myrtle was visibly angry.

"It's ridiculous and shameful for a boy to break into the girls' bathroom, so I opened the door, told him to go away, go to my boys' bathroom, and—"

After a slight pause, Myrtle suddenly puffed up her chest as if she felt great about herself, and her face was radiant, "I'm going to die."

Hardy: "..."

Seeing the other party's posture, Hardy was speechless, my God, is this something to be proud of?

　Thanks to the book friend Logic_sherry for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)