Hogwarts lazy snake

Above Hogwarts, the moon is like a beautiful woman who has successfully lost weight, casting a layer of dreamy silver gauze over this mysterious building.

Through the watery moonlight, a viper with two small horns and a silver ring on its tail was moving silently through the corridors of Hogwarts.

Wherever it passed, it left behind only a slight rustling sound like the breeze blowing through fallen leaves.

"Why did the monster suddenly stop moving?" A voice as small as a mosquito sounded faintly in the corner of the wall, with a hint of doubt and fear in the words.

"I don't know, just keep quiet, it's better to be dead." Another voice muttered.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Another voice retorted dissatisfiedly.

Listening to these tiny sounds, Horn - the viper soon arrived at the door of a bathroom.

His viper-like figure paused slightly at the door, like a cold statue, as if he was carefully sensing the surrounding environment, with a vigilant light flashing in his cold snake eyes.

"Woo~"

At this moment, a ghost appeared without warning at the door of the bathroom. She was as transparent as smoke, looming in the moonlight. Her face was pale and blurry, as if she was unreal through a hazy glass.

His eyes are big and round, and his look is melancholy and sorrowful, like a deep pool hiding endless sad stories. The sadness in his eyes makes the air full of sorrow.

Her hair was wet and stuck to her face and shoulders, dark and messy, giving off an eerie vibe.

She was wearing an old-fashioned Hogwarts robe that was worn out and full of water stains. The water stains reflected a faint light in the moonlight, like traces of tears from the years. She also sobbed from time to time, and her miserable crying made the atmosphere in the corridor even more eerie.

Myrtle widened her eyes and immediately saw Horn, who looked like a viper. A hint of surprise first flashed across her eyes, like ripples on the surface of a lake breaking the calm, and then the surprise was replaced by curiosity, like a flame burning in her eyes.

"Oh, my God! What are you? A strange viper? Why are you here? You are so special, I have never seen someone like you before. Where are you from? Are you looking for something here?" As she said this, she floated to the other side and looked at Horn carefully.

"Or are you here to play a prank like those naughty students? Oh, I hope not. It's already a mess here."

Myrtle's nagging voice echoed like a string of cannonballs in the corridor that was as quiet as a cemetery, breaking the silence.

She floated around the viper-like Horn.

Horn looked at the wizard student who died after looking directly into the basilisk, and couldn't help but feel fortunate for the luck of Mrs. Norris and Colin.

The reason Horn came here today was because he wanted to try if he could open the secret room.

Myrtle saw that the little snake in front of her ignored her and just stayed there quietly, but she couldn't stop talking and kept chattering around the viper-like Horn.

"Why aren't you talking? Do you find me annoying, too? No one likes me, and now even you, a weird little snake, ignores me."

Myrtle's voice gradually began to sob, and her already sad eyes showed even more grievance, "Am I too annoying that even the little snake ignored me?"

As she spoke, tears seemed to slide down her transparent cheeks. Although the ghost's tears were just illusory light and shadow, the atmosphere of sadness became more and more intense.

She began to sob, and her cries echoed around the empty bathroom, as if trying to vent all the loneliness and desolation in this corner.

Horn was really annoyed by the crying, so he looked up at Myrtle and made a "hissing" sound, as if to say, "I'm paying attention to you, just be quiet for a while."

When Myrtle saw the little snake stop and start looking at her, the crying stopped abruptly, as if under a magic spell, and she instantly returned to calm.

She looked at Horn, who looked like a viper, as if nothing had happened. Curiosity rekindled in her eyes, and she asked anxiously, "How can you understand what I say? You are so strange! What kind of magical creature are you?"

Myrtle clapped her hands excitedly as if she had discovered a new world. Although her hands did not make any sound when they passed through her palms, her actions showed her high spirits.

"Oh, you are communicating with me, right? How interesting! I have never met anyone like you. You must have a lot of secrets." Her eyes were shining with excitement, and she had no intention of letting Horn go.

Horn secretly groaned in his heart and regretted his previous actions. He knew he should ignore this nagging old woman.

He tried to look away again, but Myrtle floated right in front of him, blocking his path, staring at him unblinkingly, waiting for his response.

Horn shook his little horn helplessly, and decided to respond to her as briefly as possible to prevent her from starting to cry or ask questions endlessly.

He spat out his tongue again, making a hissing sound, trying to tell Myrtle to stop pestering him with questions.

Horn seized the opportunity and passed directly through Myrtle's transparent ghost body and slid towards the sink in the middle of the bathroom.

Horn quickly came to the sink, looked back at the door, and after confirming that there was no one there, his body began to change.

The viper gradually disappeared, and Horn turned back into a human form. At the same time, a mist-like guardian appeared and surrounded Horn. The guardian flashed with a strange light, which was particularly dazzling in the dim bathroom.

Soon, a man named Horn in silver clothes appeared in front of the sink.

When Myrtle saw this, her eyes widened and her face was full of shock.

It took her a long while to come back to her senses. She couldn't help but praise, "Wow, you are amazing! You can actually perform magic as amazing as Professor McGonagall."

Her already large eyes sparkled with envy and curiosity as she stared at Horn and his patronus.

Horn sighed in his heart. It seemed that if he didn't get rid of this troublesome ghost today, he would not be able to try to open the secret room.

He began to wonder if there was any way he could get Myrtle to leave, or at least leave her alone for a while.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he thought of a topic that might divert Myrtle's attention.

He casually pointed at a faucet, which was dripping water, making a crisp sound in the silence.

Myrtle looked in the direction Horn pointed, with a hint of confusion in her eyes. "You mean that faucet? What's so special about it? It's been here for a long time, and it always leaks like this, but no one comes to fix it."

Horn also took this opportunity to quickly look for the faucet with the snake tattoo and soon found it. Then Horn looked at Myrtle who was still chattering.

He touched the silver ring on his hand, and a talisman appeared and clasped it in his hand. He threw it out before Myrtle could react.

Then seeing Myrtle motionless, he clapped his hands, and Horn began to shout at the secret room door with his mouth wide open: "Open the door!"

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~