Karkaroff's Revelation

William said he wouldn't go to the Prefects' Bathroom, and he indeed didn't.

Moaning Myrtle loved to stay there, spying on and harassing the male Prefect.

She died at a young age, just as spring was beginning to stir in her life. Having been lonely for so long, the young girl was especially yearning for love.

She might even comment on your figure and size, for some kind of ulterior motive or perverse pleasure.

Don't ask William how he knows; he just heard it secondhand!

Asking is simply listening to what others have said!

Therefore, William strongly suspected that Cedric was acting as a Moaning Myrtle.

Maybe he'd already been "defiled" by Moaning Myrtle, and thinking he was already tainted, he started acting as an accomplice, wanting to lead them to deliver vegetables.

Therefore, William would never bathe there.

Not going to the Prefects' Bathroom doesn't mean you can't go for a night stroll.

After dinner, William took Hermione and left the castle.

Anne followed right behind her.

She didn't show up at the Great Hall that night; Hermione brought her dinner.

The preparation of the Gillywater Potion requires ingredients such as Nether Wart, Blazing Powder, and Pufferfish.

As Hermione's assistant and as punishment for what happened at the ball, Anne would definitely have to do these chores.

But she only finished polishing the flame powder today and hadn't processed the pufferfish yet, so she didn't go to eat.

Seeing that William and Hermione were going for a night stroll, she begged for a long time before being allowed to come along.

Walking down the street, Anne rubbed her shoulders and whispered, "Brother, can I find myself a little helper?"

"No way," William refused. "Don't try to slack off. You're not even proficient at it yourself, and you want to find someone else!"

William hired Hermione as his secretary, Hermione hired Anne as her assistant, and now Anne, the assistant, wants to find another helper.

They've certainly got their plans figured out.

But that definitely won't work.

William goes without saying; he processed countless materials within the time loop.

Hermione also worked with William for two or three years before she became completely familiar with the process and mastered the superb skills.

Anne is just getting started; she has a lot to learn.

The three of them, bickering and arguing, walked across the meadow toward the Black Lake.

As I passed by Hagrid's Hut, I saw Madame Maxime banging on the door.

The only sound inside was the barking of Fang; there was no sound of Hagrid.

William hadn't expected that Maxime would still be willing to come to Hagrid.

Hagrid's self-destruction was absolutely disastrous for both himself and others.

He's just protecting the Professor of Fantastic Beasts; with Dumbledore protecting him, he won't be expelled.

But Maxime is different.

If Beauxbatons ' students' parents knew she was Half-blood Giant, they would likely lose their job as principal.

Discrimination in the Wizarding World is far more severe than imagined. The hardships Maxime endured to become Headmaster of Beauxbatons are unimaginable to ordinary people.

William has already had Hermione write to Rita, forbidding her from reporting on Hagrid and the Half-blood Giant anymore.

Rita could have easily changed the subject; there was no need to keep staring at Hagrid.

Aren't Ron and Harry just amazing guys?

If all else fails, you could try digging into Professor Snape's past.

Just as William was thinking about Professor Snape... he unexpectedly saw him as he approached the Black Lake.

The professor is taking a walk.

And a witch.

That's certainly impossible.

This is similar to the probability of Snape adopting Harry as his godson... infinitely close to zero.

Standing next to Snape was Karkaroff; the two huddled together whispering to each other, their conversation unreadable.

Then, as night fell, Karkaroff made an unexpected move.

He pulled his shirt open... revealing half of his shoulder and arm.

If a witch were to perform this action, it would be... a glimpse of her soft breasts and her hair disheveled.

But the person making this gesture was a grumpy old man, so the style of the artwork became abstract.

Fortunately, William and the others were far away, and it was nighttime, so they could only vaguely see his movements.

Thank the night.

But Professor Snape was so disgusted that he almost threw up his dinner from the night before.

"Hide now, you idiot!" Professor Snape was exasperated and hurriedly glanced around.

"I just wanted to show you there... How is it?" Karkaroff said impatiently, "The color is getting darker and darker, it's never been this black before."

"I know, I have it on my arm too!" Professor Snape said impatiently.

"I'm going back!"

"Severus, you haven't told me the secret of the Golden Egg yet!" Karkaroff said hastily.

"The secret is at your feet." Snape glanced at the Black Lake, then walked away without looking back.

"At my feet?" Karkaroff lowered his head and looked around.

There was a pile of small stones at my feet.

Does it mean that Golden Egg needs to be smashed with a stone?

I see.

The First Task is to protect the Golden Egg; to uncover the secret of the Second Task, the Golden Egg must be smashed.

To do the exact opposite... brilliant!

Karkaroff looked enlightened.

He understood, Master.

William did not eavesdrop on their conversation, but instead led Hermione and Anne along the lakeshore.

They were all enchanted with Disillusionment Charm, so they wouldn't be detected.

The three of them quickly reached Trene's small boat.

Although it's called a small boat, it's actually quite large.

The black ship, with its hull painted iron gray in cross-section, possessed a unique majesty reminiscent of an Italy warship.

During this time, William also made many modifications to Trene's appearance.

Not only was Undetectable Extension Charm added, but an invisibility device was also incorporated.

Basically, it's the same setup from Mr. Weasley's car, transplanted to Trene's boat.

Trene knew William and Hermione were coming, and was currently grilling fish in Class A.

"Oh, that's great! I didn't eat much tonight," Anne said happily.

Trene handed Anne a grilled fish, then turned and asked, "Is the Second Task really in the Black Lake?"

"Yes." Hermione sat down next to her.

Do you need my help?

"Of course," William said without any politeness.

"Could you please take a look at the terrain beneath Black Lake and draw a more detailed map of the water area?"

"No problem." Trene winked at him.

"Harry, is this really the place?" Ron asked in a low voice, glancing around.

"This is it, this is it." Harry looked around at his surroundings.

By the dim light, Harry stared at the statue of Boris the Bewildered.

This is a wizard with a blank expression, wearing his gloves inside out.

Harry, just as the twins had told him, found the door next to the statue, leaned against it, and whispered the password:

"Nighttime outings will result in arrest."

The door remained unresponsive... it didn't open, nor did it seem to be trying to open at all.

"Wait a minute!" Harry said, then repeated the command.

"Nighttime outings will get you arrested!"

The two waited for a full five minutes, a cold wind howling through them. Ron sneezed and said, "Harry, maybe you've been tricked. This isn't the password at all."

Although Harry didn't want to admit it, he secretly accepted this idea. But he was reluctant to leave.

What if Cedric and Cho are inside?!

"We can give it a try," Harry said, staring at the door.

"Take a bath, uh--I want to take a bath, I love taking baths."

Picking up the soap... Oh, everyone pick up the soap together... Can you open the door?

Harry snapped, "I need to go in! It's important! Cedric, Diggory, you get out here!"

The door remained firmly shut.

Harry kicked it, but it had no effect other than causing his big toe to throb.

"If I were you, Harry, I would be quieter to avoid attracting the professor's attention."

A gloomy-faced ghost, with its legs crossed, floats in mid-air.

"Moaning Myrtle!" Harry said, frowning. "I—what are you doing here!"

"Of course, because I... like it here!" Moaning Myrtle stared at Harry excitedly. "Did Cedric recommend you?"

I like men who keep their promises the most.

Harry's face darkened; he realized he had made a mistake.

"Cedric isn't here?" he asked quickly.

"Of course not, I haven't been here in ages," Moaning Myrtle chuckled wistfully.

"Ever since I last saw him taking a bath here, I've said he's a bit small."

"..."

"Want to go in?" Moaning Myrtle asked shyly. "I can tell you the password."

She glanced at Ron again and shook her head. "Of course, he can't go in."

"Why should I?" Ron retorted angrily, his neck stiff.

"You're so ugly..." Moaning Myrtle said bluntly. "Looking at your body will give me a sty."

"You're dead, why are you still bothered by this!" Ron said angrily. "Let's go, Harry, let's go back. We've been tricked by George and Fred!"

"Dead? How dare you say that about me!" Moaning Myrtle screamed, her voice echoing loudly down the corridor.

"I am dead... but I also have feelings... and I am very vulnerable..."

She buried her face in her handkerchief and began to cry loudly.

The sound echoed through the castle.

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