Before Lockhart could finish, Ron gave him a hard shove in the back, sending him sliding straight into the pipe.
In less than a second, he vanished into the pitch-black pipe. Still, the three of them knew he was alive, because his shrill, ragged screams were so loud that even Moaning Myrtle covered her ears.
"Who's second?"
Harry pushed his glasses farther up his nose, making sure they wouldn't fall off as he slid down the pipe!
"Me! I'll go second!"
Ron raised his arm.
"All right, Luo Bin, you..."
"I'll bring up the rear!"
"Okay, I'll go third!"
With their order decided, Ron slowly lowered himself into the pipe. He let go with both hands, and darkness swallowed him. A minute later, Harry followed.
"Robin Sear, your turn! Hee-hee!"
Moaning Myrtle giggled behind her hand.
"I—we'll all come back safely!"
"Oh, really? What a shame. After what you said just now, I realized that having one person... oh, no, one ghost living in such a big space really is a bit wasteful."
"If you or Potter were my roommate, I'd gladly give up half the toilet."
"Er, thanks for the offer, but I don't need it!"
"Tsk, don't say that. You haven't even tried it, so how do you know the toilet wouldn't... huh? Where'd he go?"
Moaning Myrtle drifted over to the mouth of the pipe. Just looking into its pitch-black depths made her feel horribly oppressed, and in the end, she didn't follow him.
With a crash and a splash, she dove into the toilet and quietly waited for good news from them.
Meanwhile, Luo Bin was sliding down a dark, slimy pipe that seemed to have no end. As he slid farther down, perhaps his eyes adjusted to the darkness, or perhaps a faint light found