"Ron, even if you wanted to help, you didn't have to hurt yourself like that!" Hermione demanded.
"Ron, are you feeling any better?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Ugh, I only took one... oh, no, half a bite. Who could've guessed I'd react so badly? Still, Madam Pomfrey brewed the potion much faster than last time. I was mostly better by noon, but unfortunately, she insisted on keeping me here for observation."
"You hadn't even fully recovered, and you went and ate raw meat again. Do you have a death wish?" Luo Bin said helplessly.
"I was just worried because Harry hadn't come back to the dormitory all night. Oh, right, what did you three do last night?"
Hermione had kept her lips tightly sealed. Harry hadn't been told they were looking for the medical records of someone killed by the Chamber Monster fifty years ago until he entered the Archive Room. As for Ron, who hadn't taken part, he knew nothing at all.
"We found a medical record. It said..."
After hearing Luo Bin's account, Ron was utterly stunned, his mouth hanging wide enough to fit an egg. "M-Moaning Myrtle? How could it be her?"
"Ron, when are you getting discharged? We'll go ask Moaning Myrtle together!"
"In two days. Madam Pomfrey said I have to take the potion for three days to get rid of the problem for good. Luckily, it's sweet, or I'd cry myself to death!"
"All right, we'll wait for you!"
Two days later, at nine in the evening, in the corridor where Mrs. Norris had been attacked!
"Oh, goodness, why is there so much water on the floor?"
Hermione frowned at the waterlogged corridor.
"Look, it's coming out of the bathroom. Could Moaning Myrtle have... been attacked by the Chamber Monster again?"
After speaking, Harry instinctively