Harry's Miserable Life (Tentative)

It was a very familiar feeling, a feeling that Harry found both familiar and repulsive, that appeared in his upper right corner.

Just as Harry was about to look up, his eyelids swept over Ginny, who was sitting right across from him, eating her meal while staring intently at him.

Harry then realized that this was the exact same look Ginny had given him when he first arrived at the Weasley family, the look she had been secretly observing him with.

"Harry, don't frown, Moaning Myrtle is here!" Ron whispered to Harry.

However, before Harry could even be confused, a ghost appeared in front of him.

She must be Ravenclaw ghost, having been feasting at the Ravenclaw table just now.

Of all the ghosts, she ate the most fiercely and voraciously.

Harry couldn't forget it.

But is she Myrtle?

Why is she called the Moaning Myrtle?

Ghosts are not supposed to cry; their tears are droplets formed from their subconscious and the residual magical energy within them.

It is easy to tell that they are not real tears.

"You're Harry Potter?" Myrtle blinked behind her thick glasses.

She didn't understand why she felt this way, her heart was pounding.

Myrtle had a secret that no one knew: she often spied on the Prefects' Bathroom.

One reason is that male wizards who are Prefect are usually quite good-looking.

Secondly, ghosts cannot enter the dormitories of any of the colleges. Unless someone like Lady Grey gets special treatment, Myrtle has no way of peeping at the other non- Prefect, handsome young wizards taking a bath.

So Myrtle herself found it strange; she had seen all sorts of people, and Harry Potter wasn't actually considered handsome among all the men she had met.

But for some reason, she was attracted to him. Was it because he wore the same glasses as her?

Or is it Harry Potter's power, which was spread by ghosts, to drive away Peeves and defeat Voldemort, and also attract female ghosts?

That's certainly possible. It seems Lady Grey has taken a liking to him.

Myrtle, being Ravenclaw herself, knew the importance of the Ravenclaw's Diadem.

If Lady Grey was willing to give the Ravenclaw's Diadem to Harry Potter, it would be strange if they weren't having an affair!

So, from Harry's perspective, after the gloomy-faced female ghost greeted him, she inexplicably started gritting her teeth again.

"And you are?" Harry carefully chose his words.

Ron had warned him about this ghost.

There was definitely something fishy about her. He glanced at Ron out of the corner of his eye, but Ron pretended to lower his head and eat.

"My name is Gold Rush Girl."

"You can call me that." Myrtle's pearly white cheeks darkened noticeably; a human would blush.

"She blushes like a teapot!" Harry thought to himself.

He finally understood!

The ghost in front of me is the same as the one from the very beginning, Ginny!

"You're looking for me?" Harry stared with his big green eyes, looking completely innocent, as if he hadn't noticed anything.

"I just want to get to know—to get to know the hero who saved the Wizarding World!—my hero!" Myrtle emphasized the word "hero" at the end of her sentence.

Her two hands were clasped together, and the whole ghost looked like a young girl experiencing her first love.

After saying such shameful things, she trembled and crashed to the ground, then disappeared.

"Harry— " Ron was about to speak when he saw Myrtle with half her head sticking out of the ground, looking at what was under Harry's robes.

"Harry Potter ~, why are you dressed so warmly in this heat? Ugh~ how could I be so mean!" But she had a very resentful expression on her face, and after seeing Ron glance at her, she left a sentence and disappeared.

"Merlin's beard!" Harry squeezed his legs together!

He suddenly felt that the days to come had lost their color.

When it got even hotter, he couldn't wear only his underwear under his robe anymore and occasionally indulge himself.

Because Myrtle will pop up from the ground all the time!

"How could there be such a shameless female ghost!" Ginny exclaimed with envy.

However, Harry didn't have time to think about why Ginny was jealous.

"Wait! Can Myrtle come into our dorm? What if she's in the shower—" Harry looked at Ron with fear as he thought of a more serious problem.

"Harry, don't worry. You can't enter the common rooms or dormitories of the various houses without permission."

"Lady Grey can, because she's Ravenclaw's daughter," almost Nearly Headless Nick comforted her.

"That's good, thank you, Nicholas, no, Sir Nicholas," Harry said. Nicholas struck a graceful pose for Harry's sake—using the name he most wanted to be called.

"But Ron, who is this Myrtle?" Harry asked, still feeling uneasy.

"Exactly, exactly." Ginny looked at her brother indignantly.

Ron took a deep breath. "She's a female ghost from Ravenclaw House, haunting the girls' washroom on the third floor all day long."

"Because of this, that bathroom was constantly breaking down, because she was always throwing tantrums and splashing water everywhere. Whenever you went to the toilet, she would scream and yell at you; it was terrifying—"

"So, everyone also calls her the Moaning Myrtle." Ron's eyes shone with reminiscence.

"Yes, she's very withdrawn and cries all the time. To be honest, I was quite surprised that she even came to the banquet in the Great Hall," Nearly Headless Nick, chimed in.

"The girls' restroom?"

"'Whenever you go to the toilet'?" Harry and Ginny discovered the blind spot.

"Don't misunderstand!"

"I did it all for Ginny!"

"Ginny, have you forgotten? That's why I told you not to go to the girls' restroom on the second floor."

"Even if you go, stay away from the cubicles marked as 'out of order'?"

"It's all because of Myrtle."

"I knew you were going to Hogwarts, so I specifically asked you about it." Ron looked annoyed, Ginny shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue innocently.

"Oh, so do you know why Myrtle can cry?"

"The light ghost has water droplets forming in her eye sockets. I wonder if that will earn her the nickname 'Moaning Myrtle'?" Harry looked curiously at Ron seemed to know everything about these strange facts.

"I have no idea."

"But it's also possible that Myrtle just likes to yell and shout," Ron waved his hand.

"Hmph, I think only we ghosts know this."

"When we ghosts die, we transform other things, living beings, or even certain states into ghost form."

"Just like my half-lost head, the shackles of Bloody Baron, and the ghost horse of the Headless Hunt, Myrtle's tears are inexhaustible, just like those of a real person."

"Like the letters we write to each other, it's all thanks to some ghost who loves writing letters," Nearly Headless Nick, sighed.