Moaning Myrtle saw their expressions and knew what they were thinking. Although the headmaster had made her their guide, whenever she remembered that person saying she would have to go back to the corridor if she could not handle the job... the more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and the more wronged she felt, the more she wanted to cry...
Watching Moaning Myrtle's expression change rapidly, Percy jumped. If she started throwing another tantrum, they could forget about entering the challenges today. He even began to suspect that Moaning Myrtle was part of a challenge herself.
"Ah, hello, Moaning Myrtle. Could you tell us what we should do? You know, the professors are watching this place, and time is short..."
As he spoke, Percy nudged Penelope beside him and gestured with his eyes toward the toilet that looked so utterly out of place in the hall.
Penelope understood what Percy meant. As she put her hand behind her back, her wand slipped into it. She wanted to stop Moaning Myrtle from escaping through the toilet.
Moaning Myrtle held back her sense of grievance, but a sob had already begun to creep into her voice. "Headmaster Dumbledore said you have to treat me with more respect, or you won't be allowed in."
"..."
Percy felt rather awkward. He had thought his boss had designed this, not the headmaster.
When the others heard that their headmaster had arranged it, although they still felt some disdain for Moaning Myrtle, the thought that this counted as a challenge made them start showering her with honeyed words, saying only what she would like to hear. Several of them had been prefects, after all...
After their chorus of praise, Moaning Myrtle beamed, though she still made a show of magnanimity. "All right,