"You mean... you know where the Chamber of Secrets is?" Harry looked at Qiu in disbelief.
"I think... so..." Qiu hesitated, then her gaze gradually grew firm, and she nodded. "Yes, I know now."
A few minutes later, Harry and Qiu arrived on the second floor of the Castle.
Few people ever used this corridor, and it was no different now. There was no one else in sight.
"You mean the Chamber of Secrets is here?" Standing at the entrance to the abandoned Washroom, Harry looked incredulous.
Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom was the name Hogwarts students had given this Washroom.
A Washroom with a name was rather interesting.
Harry and the others had come here quite often during their second year. Hermione had brewed Polyjuice Potion here.
But they had never imagined that the Chamber of Secrets might actually be here, simply because this was an abandoned Washroom with nothing remotely special about it.
"Perhaps nobody ever found it precisely because it's so unremarkable?" Qiu said. Holding Harry's hand, she stepped into the Washroom first.
"How annoying. Why is everyone who comes in here either a nuisance or a couple showing off?" A rather unpleasant female voice rang out in the air. Moaning Myrtle appeared, looking down at Harry and Qiu with some distaste.
Even ghosts found public displays of affection distasteful.
"Hi, Myrtle," Harry greeted her.
Qiu was a little embarrassed, but she still held on to Harry's hand. Well, it wasn't that she didn't want to let go. Mainly, Harry was holding on too tightly.
"Oh, it's Potter." As though she had only just recognized him, Myrtle's expression softened a little. "You haven't been here in ages. Are you up to something bad here again?"
"Not really..." Harry shook his head. Suddenly, he grew thoughtful.
Ghosts tended to linger