Girls' Bathroom on the second floor.
This is a dark, dreary place.
Under a large stained and cracked mirror, there is a row of stone pools with peeling surfaces. The floor is wet, and a few candles are burning low on the brackets, emitting a dim light that makes the floor eerie.
The paint on the wooden doors of each single room was peeling off and covered with scratches; one door's hinges came off and hung precariously.
The curfew has passed and the place is deserted.
There were only two strange sounds.
"Someone is here, oops, you are going to be discovered. When you are discovered, he will definitely talk about you."
Sean knew that this was the voice of Peeves. Soon, he saw a ghost sticking its head out cautiously.
She was a short, chubby girl. Her face was melancholy and gloomy, half covered by her long straight hair and thick, pearl-colored glasses.
After sticking her head out, she shrank back like a frightened ostrich.
Sean heard Peeves say slyly:
"He saw you, and geez, I bet he was talking about you! Remember what they all said?"
"Are you talking about me?"
Moaning Myrtle jumped out and sniffed.
"Not..."
Sean's words were quickly interrupted.
"Don't lie to me."
Moaning Myrtle gasped, tears rolling down her cheeks, Peeves giggled happily behind her,
"Do you think I don't know what others call me behind my back? Fat woman Moaning Myrtle! Ugly Moaning Myrtle! Poor, crying, depressed Moaning Myrtle!"
"You left out the word 'acne-faced'."
Peeves lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.
Moaning Myrtle suddenly started sobbing sadly.
Peeves hit her with some pebbles and shouted:
"A face full of acne! A face full of acne!"
Things changed very quickly. When Sean was watching Peeves quietly, Peeves's annoying face stopped.
"Oh my God - why is it you -"
Peeves ran away like smoke, shouting as he ran:
"Lord, I didn't see it."
The bathroom then became quiet.
Only Moaning Myrtle is left floating in the toilet tank.
Sean said nothing, just waited quietly.
Moaning Myrtle, she was the first student in Hogwarts to be killed by Tom.
She suffered a lot of unfair treatment during her lifetime and did not find peace after her death.
"Peeves won't come again."
When Moaning Myrtle stopped crying, Sean said.
"Maybe, it's best... but this is Girls' Bathroom, you are not a girl."
Moaning Myrtle looked at Sean with suspicion.
"I'm here to ask you something. How did you die?"
Sean said that he knew this question would make Moaning Myrtle happy.
Moaning Myrtle's whole demeanor suddenly changed.
It seemed that no one had ever asked her such a question, which made her feel honored.
"Ouch, that's terrible,"
She said with relish,
"It happened here. I died in this single room. I remember it very clearly. At that time, Olive Humbe laughed at me for wearing glasses and looking like a four-eyed dog, so I hid here.
I locked the door and was crying inside when I heard someone come in. They were saying funny things, I thought it must be in another language. But what annoyed me the most was that I heard a boy's voice talking, so I opened the door, yelled at him to go away, went to my boys' room, and then--"
Moaning Myrtle thought he was very impressive and puffed up his chest, his face was radiant,
"I'll die."
The bathroom fell into silence for a while.
The gloomy sky at the end of September shed a light drizzle. The rain was not heavy enough to make the windows rattle; it was not light enough to wet the entire sleeping castle.
"Who is the murderer?"
Sean asked.
"I don't know,"
Moaning Myrtle lowered his voice mysteriously and said,
"I just remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..."
She looked at Sean in a daze.
"Then I came back, you know, and I wanted to settle the score with Olive Humbe. Oh, she kept laughing at me for wearing glasses."
"Was she shocked?"
Sean asked.
"Of course! Of course! You don't know her expression when she saw me. She regretted it so much... So, so, I let her go."
Moaning Myrtle feels more and more happy,
"I know you must have come with a purpose. No one wants to listen to a crying, sullen ghost. But what you said makes me very happy. Just tell me, if you have any questions, I will answer you."
Sean was silent again.
Centaur Teacher is right, innocent people are always hurt first, and this has been the case for thousands of years.
"Would you be happier if the murderer was found and punished?"
Sean asked.
"Why is this a problem - ah, ah - but I can only cry. There is no joy in my life here, only sadness. Now that I am dead, people have not let me go.
I just hope people don't talk about me behind my back. I have feelings too, you know, even though I'm dead."
Moaning Myrtle said sadly.
"I'll help."
Sean said.
"Oh, oh, I rarely see people like you. But you can't help me. I want to tell you a secret - you can't shut your mouth!"
Moaning Myrtle is quite proud,
"Oh, by the way, what's your name?"
she asked.
"Sean·Green."
Sean said softly.
"Ah--you are that Sean·Green! Oh my god!"
Moaning Myrtle covered his mouth.
"What?"
Sean doesn't quite understand.
"You are very famous in the whole castle: those House-elf say you are a knight; those Oil Painting even praise you to the sky; I also know that many witches are talking about you - the kind of... good talk..."
Moaning Myrtle said a lot at once, she was a little shy,
"I'm happy to tell you that for people like you... if you're looking for those eyes, they're probably right there."
Moaning Myrtle said, vaguely pointing to the pool in front of her.
Sean walked over to check. The pool looked ordinary, but when Sean lowered his head slightly, he saw:
On the side of a copper faucet, there is a small snake carved on it.
Sean knew he had found the entrance.
Next, he only needs to look for Harry. Unfortunately, at this time, Harry seems to have not discovered the fact that he is Parselmouth.
And it wasn't until Harry discovered that he was a Parselmouth that Headmaster Dumbledore first guessed that Harry was Horcrux.