"Ginny will be fine. Trust me!"
Katelyle's voice rang out, bringing Harry and the others back to their senses and giving them someone to rely on.
"Professor Katelyle, will Ginny really be all right?" Ron Weasley asked anxiously.
"What, don't you trust me?" Katelyle looked at Ron Weasley.
Ron Weasley hesitated. "I'm just worried about Ginny's safety."
"I understand. Trust me, as long as I'm here, Ginny will be fine." Katelyle looked at the faucet on the sink. "Harry, look at this faucet and say 'Open' in Parseltongue."
Hearing this, Harry stared at the faucet before him in surprise. Several little snakes were carved onto it, and he could not understand what was so special about it.
Parseltongue was no longer a secret to Ron Weasley and the others.
Harry had displayed his ability to speak Parseltongue in the Small World, though that had only been to save their Dwarven children.
Unfortunately, the Roks Earth Dragon had been disdainful and had not given Harry a friendly reception.
"This is a broken faucet. It has never produced any water." Myrtle floated over and looked at the faucet as she spoke.
"But this was where your life was taken from you, Myrtle," Katelyle said, looking at her.
Upon hearing that, Myrtle fell silent, looking dejected.
"I died here. That day, I was washing my hands here. I think I saw something, then I felt my soul fly away. Later, I learned that I was dead."
Myrtle's voice echoed through the bathroom. Harry and the others looked at her with sympathy and pity.
Myrtle had been killed here all those years ago.
And Hagrid had been framed by Tom Riddle because of it.
"Open!"
A hissing sound came from Harry's mouth, like a snake issuing a warning.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, the faucet