"Moaning Myrtle?"
At Luo Bin's puzzled tone, Ron nodded. "Yes, Moaning Myrtle. She solved the twenty-eighth riddle, but she won't tell the three of us. She said she'd only reveal the answer once everyone was here."
"But how do we know the answer she gives us is right?"
Luo Bin's words silenced all three of his excited friends!
"Go into the forest and check with Aragog!"
"Harry, please, no. I don't want to get swarmed by spiders again!"
"My instincts, my gut, my sixth sense tell me Myrtle Elizabeth Warren is the key to unraveling the legend of the Chamber of Secrets. Don't forget, she died because the Chamber Monster attacked her."
"Oh, right! What are we waiting for? Let's get over there!"
Ron urged them on.
"All right!"
Alternating between walking and running, the four of them made their way to the Second-Floor Girls' Bathroom!
Moaning Myrtle sat on a basin, holding three gray, nearly transparent sheets of paper. She swung her legs back and forth, humming an old-fashioned folk song.
She was clearly in a very good mood.
"Myrtle, everyone's here. Hurry up and tell us!"
"What's the rush?"
Moaning Myrtle rolled up the three sheets and swooped over to Luo Bin. Putting on a coy voice, she said, "Oh, Mr. Sear, does your earlier promise still stand?"
"Of course!"
"Oh, Robin Sear, you're a man of your word. Unfortunately, I'm not. I don't want Gilderoy Lockhart's complete collection anymore!"
"Then what do you want?"
Harry stepped forward to ask.
Moaning Myrtle tilted her head and studied Harry: his jet-black hair, gemlike green eyes, thin lips that didn't look cold, and then... in short, apart from his height, everything about him was just her type.
"Well, I asked Peeves. The winner of the last riddle contest scored twenty-seven