Douglas noticed the strange looks from those around him and gave a soft cough from the side.
"Ahem, Moaning Myrtle, please go on..."
Moaning Myrtle paused, stopped sobbing, and spread her hands as she continued.
"All right, where was I... oh, yes.
"While I was crying, I suddenly heard someone come in. It was a boy's voice, and he spoke very strangely, as though it were another language.
"But this was the girls' bathroom, so I was furious. I pushed the door open and told him to go away, to go to his own boys' bathroom, and then..."
At this point, Moaning Myrtle suddenly stopped and looked at Minister for Magic Fudge. She puffed out her chest as though she were someone very important, her face radiant.
Fudge was clearly rather annoyed. "Then what happened?"
Moaning Myrtle tossed her pigtails and said proudly:
"Then I died... hee hee hee... I remember seeing a pair of terrifyingly large yellow eyes. My whole body felt as though it had been seized, and then I floated away.
"Later, I came back. You know, I wanted to settle the score with Olive. When she saw me, she deeply regretted mocking me for wearing glasses."
Douglas asked calmly:
"Did the Ministry of Magic ever come to ask you what happened afterward? Or did any Hogwarts professors ask?"
Moaning Myrtle said in a daze, "No. By the time I came back, everything here was already back to normal..."
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked guilty. After all, they had already been at the school when this happened.
(Professor McGonagall only became a professor in 1956. Before that, she worked in Hogwarts' Transfiguration department and was not a professor.)
The Ministry staff looked even more embarrassed. After all, they were still young, and it was their predecessors who