[HP]Aluet

"Warren didn't show up for a day of class today... What do you think is wrong?..."

The day had just ended when I overheard two Ravenclaw students walking past me in the corridor, talking as they went.

It seems likely that Humbey and the others said something, and Mettle went to the bathroom again and couldn't come out.

I don't know when she will learn not to escape these things, day after day, year after year, every time.

But I think I should go see her anyway.There's something wrong with not showing up all day.

After dinner, while everyone was going back to the rest room, I went to the second floor and tentatively called her name at the door of the laundry room, but there was no response.

I stepped into the door, searched inside and outside the bathroom, and finally found a person lying in the corner next to the sink.My heart beat, and I approached step by step, and saw the man's face clearly.

"Mytel! What's wrong with you?" I knelt down and shook her slightly, but she didn't wake up.When I hurriedly stood up to go to the professor, there was a faint voice behind me.

"Aisley?"

I turned around, and what I saw was Mettle's translucent gray soul.

"Warren! Warren!" Hombe called from the corridor.Before I had time to think about anything, I turned around and hid behind the sink.

"Are you sulking here again, Myrtle? Professor Dippet told me to come to you—" She ran in and looked around, and finally caught a glimpse of Myrtle in the corner, her voice stopped abruptly, and the air After two seconds of silence, a terrified scream nearly pierced my eardrums.

Immediately, the sound of panicked footsteps gradually faded away.

I came out from behind the sink, looked at Mettle's soul, my throat was so dry that I couldn't speak: "...what happened?"

"Honestly, I don't know." She walked around her dead body and cried.

"Don't worry." I took a deep breath, my heart was extremely heavy, but I tried to calm myself down, "I'll go to the professor."

I ran out of the laundry room, and just two floors up, the principal and several professors were walking down, so I should have known about it.I turned around and went back down to the second floor, huddled in the corner and watched them walk into the laundry room calmly. After a few minutes, I lifted Mettle out, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was terrifying.

"Riddle!" I turned back at the same time as Riddle who was standing at the top of the stairs, and Professor Dumbledore was standing on the upper flight of stairs, "Come here."

"Professor Dumbledore." He answered and walked over.I gave up the idea of ​​going back, walked a little closer, and hid behind the mural.

"It's no good hanging out so late, Tom."

"Yes, Professor. I think... I'll have to see for myself if the rumors are true." He turned his hands away, probably a little nervous just seeing Mettle's body.

"I'm afraid so, Tom, it's true." Dumbledore lost his usual kind smile, I've never seen him so serious.

"And the rumors about the school?" Riddle continued. "I'm homeless. They're not really going to close Hogwarts, are they, Professor?"

Hogwarts is closing?I didn't go back to the lounge, so I missed this kind of news.But if this is the case... we really have nowhere to go, do we have to go back to the orphanage to work and live in the Muggle world for the rest of our lives?I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"I understand you, Tom. But I'm afraid Principal Dippett can't help it either."

"Sir, if the matter is over, if the murderer is caught—" Riddle's words suddenly stopped, and Dumbledore frowned at his hesitation, trying to find out from his expression Order some information.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, sir. It's all right."

Dumbledore sighed in disappointment: "Okay, you can go."

"Good night, sir." Riddle bowed slightly to him, left there, and headed towards the lounge.

After they all left, I went back to the lounge. Everyone was in a low mood. No one knew if they would sleep tonight and leave Hogwarts tomorrow, and the death of Myrtle was really frightening. Few people.

However, Riddle was not in the lounge, he might have gone to bed.What happened today was too shocking, my brain was still buzzing, I walked into the dormitory and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, until the middle of the night when I fell asleep groggyly.

By lunchtime the next day, the professors announced something—Hagrid had been fired.

In an instant the whole school knew that he had kept an eight-eyed spider and had caused Myrtle's death.

And this incident was reported by Riddle, so he won the special contribution award from the school.

I subconsciously looked at the Gryffindor table, and indeed Hagrid was not there, maybe he had already left.

I didn't even get to see him for the last time before he left Hogwarts, and he even told me last time that he had improved a lot in Transfiguration.

I don't know why Aragog, who has always been quite docile, would suddenly attack a little Ravenclaw girl, not to mention that Hagrid would never let Aragog out.

I stared at the empty space in the classroom with a heavy heart all afternoon. I didn't realize that the notes were only a few bits and pieces when the class was almost over.

Facing the blank parchment, I had no idea at all, so I just put down the pen and lay down on the table thinking wildly.

"get out of class is over." Black glanced at the empty notes in front of me, packed up his things and stood up to leave the classroom with the students.I responded, and slowly put the book into the bag, and stood up and turned to go out the door when there was no one around me.

When I was about to walk to the door, a notebook appeared in front of me.I haven't turned my brain around yet, I looked up that hand and saw Blake's indifferent face.

"Ah. Thank you." I took it.

We walked towards the Slytherin lounge together at a short distance, and we were silent all the way until we reached the door of the lounge. When he finished reporting the password and Shimen appeared in response, he spoke to me.

"I think you should trust your friend." His voice flew into my ears lightly, and his eyes still hesitated.

I was startled: "...what do you mean?"

"I mean...you know who to believe." After he finished speaking, he stopped explaining, moved his eyes to behind me, frowned, and then walked straight into the door of the lounge without stopping.

I turned my head, and Riddle was walking over, staring at Black's back for a few seconds before turning to me: "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, still depressed, and walked into the lounge with him.

"not in a good mood?"

I shrugged without denying it.

"Understandable, I'm sad too, Ashley," he said, "but there's no way, monsters are not suitable for keeping as pets. This time it was Myrtle Warren, next time it may be someone else."

"I don't want Hagrid to be expelled either. I interceded for him, but the headmaster and professors take this matter very seriously." He sighed, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the Me, "I really don't want to do that."

"I understand...it's just that there are two people missing suddenly, I still feel..." I shook my head and let out a deep breath.It seemed that I became lonely again in an instant, and even Riddle was still around and couldn't comfort me too much, "I really don't understand why Aragog has been attacking people suddenly...it's so smart, We got on well with…”

"No matter how smart you are, it's just a cold-blooded monster. You can't control its emotions at any time. After all, its temporary docility is only because someone benefits it, and its nature is hard to change." He said calmly, "It's useless to think about it again. Let's go in the past."

I just nodded.

No sleep for one night.

After class the next day, I went to the laundry room on the second floor.I figured I'd talk to Myrtle a lot, she'd probably feel pretty lonely here with her soul, because she did look very happy to see me.

She said she had frightened Hombe today and had chased her all the way.Finally, she no longer just hid in the laundry room and cried secretly, she began to find the pleasure of fighting back, but now she can only stay here all day long.

She still doesn't want to bring up the fact that she's dead, and when I ask about it, her smile immediately collapses, and she doesn't want to talk to me anymore, but she's not happy that I left.So I can only talk to her about other things, such as who made a mess in class today, and which professor assigned a crazy amount of homework.

And the one she talked about the most was Olive Hornbe, and Mettle hated her so much that she couldn't stop complaining.

"...I have to let her know that she caused all of this." She said angrily, and deliberately avoided the word death, "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have come here by myself... Oh, Merlin ! I just want to remind them how such a thing can happen!" She covered her face and burst into tears.

I wanted to pat him on the back to comfort her, but my hand passed through her, only bringing up a hollow wind.

"Remind them of what?" I asked.

"Remind them that this is a women's washroom... But once I go out, I don't know anything."

I frowned vigilantly and suspiciously.

"Who are they?" I thought she was talking about Hornby and the others again, but it seemed strange.

"How would I know? I just heard them talking, and once I got out I didn't know anything." She said, "Gee, don't bring this up, I'm really upset. Tell me something else... ..."

So I immediately changed the subject and chatted with her for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

As soon as I went back, I remembered this incident again and rubbed my swollen temples.

They... Ladies' washroom...

Maybe I wish Hagrid was innocent too much—maybe it wasn't Aragog who hurt Mettle, but someone else.

I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling with my eyes open, going through all the memories.

I can't help but think of the scene when I ran into Riddle and the others in the laundry room on the second floor that day.

He said they found a secret room, and no one knew what was in that secret room.

I have a terrible doubt.But yesterday Blake said inappropriately in my head: "You know who to trust."

He and Riddle are probably considered familiar, and my subconscious also tells me that I shouldn't distrust Riddle.

But I somehow feel that what Black wants to convey is another meaning.

My head really hurts more and more.

My eyebrows never stretched from beginning to end, and I don't know when I finally fell asleep.

I dreamed that I was walking alone in the dark corridor, and the sound of scales passing through the water came from my ears, and the strange "hissing" sound approached from behind. The sense of concentration in my head dissipated like smoke at a place close to the back of my head, and I slowly felt that I was still on the pillow.

I was panting heavily, my heart was still beating violently.

That thing...how could it be Aragog!