An insincere apology versus extracting information.
After wrestling with herself, Hermione chose the latter! "Moaning Myrtle, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put an out-of-order sign outside the Bathroom without asking you. I'll take it away in a moment, and next time I see any girls, I won't tell them not to use the Second-Floor Girls' Bathroom."
An apology from the proud top student pleased Moaning Myrtle immensely. She wiped away her tears and drifted back and forth through the air.
"Moaning Myrtle, we'd like to ask you something!"
Luo Bin spoke up.
"Go ahead. To tell you the truth, I used to be a top student too. Oliver Humby was jealous of my talent. That was why he bullied me over and over again. Now that he's an old bag of bones, I wonder if he can even look after himself."
Oliver Humby?
The student mentioned in the medical record!
"Moaning Myrtle, how long have you been living in the Bathroom?"
She claimed she didn't want people beating around the bush, but with her neurotic, gloomy temperament, being too direct meant... getting drenched!
Moaning Myrtle picked at her fingers as she silently worked out the years. "About fifty years, I suppose. I remember I died in 1943!"
"The school is very safe, so you must have died in an accident, right? If that accident hadn't happened, you'd probably be a brilliant scholar by now!"
Her large pearl-framed glasses, plain clothes, sensitive, neurotic, gloomy personality, and claim to have been a top student—all the signs suggested that Myrtle Elizabeth Warren was suited to academic research.
Moaning Myrtle affectedly adjusted her glasses, then assumed the air of a distinguished scholar. "That's right. If I were still alive, I'd definitely be a brilliant scholar. Even a fortune wouldn't be enough to buy a