Chapter 476 Myrtle

The next morning, Mike slowly opened his eyes under the bright sunshine.

He stood up abruptly the moment he woke up, and more than a dozen thick blankets slipped from his body to the ground.

Mike looked at the blankets of different colors on the ground, which were piled up into a small mountain, and the flames still burning in the fireplace next to him, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes were constantly twitching.

Last night, he fell asleep on the sofa chair in the Ravenclaw Common Room. This rare scene obviously aroused the desire of the Ravenclaw seniors and juniors to protect him. They were afraid that Mike would catch a cold, and they secretly covered Mike with more than a dozen thick blankets. Some of them even got up in the middle of the night to add firewood to the fireplace several times.

Although the weather in Hogwarts is already quite cold, Mike still sweated because of these enthusiastic seniors and juniors, and almost all of his underwear was soaked with sweat.

In the early morning, there were already some students walking in the Ravenclaw Common Room in twos and threes. Seeing this, Mike quickly picked up the blankets that fell on the ground.

These are the girls' thoughts. If others see Mike throwing these "thoughts" on the ground casually, it will not have a good impact.

It should be said that they are really the "thoughts" of the girls. When Mike held these blankets in his arms, he found that there was a complex fragrance on them that was difficult to describe. This was the result of many scents combined together, but it was not unpleasant.

Mike instinctively held the blanket and took a deep breath, but then frowned.

Because he smelled a faint sweat odor on it, he was sure that it should be the smell of his body.

Mike immediately took out his magic wand and prepared to clean these blankets. These "thoughts" were all to be returned to the girls. It would be too rude if the girls smelled the sweat odor on them.

However, just as he took out his magic wand, a short mushroom-headed girl suddenly screamed and rushed out from the corner.

Mike was startled by the scream, but before he could react, the mushroom-headed girl pulled the blanket out of Mike's environment, lowered her head and said anxiously:

"No! No need to wash! Senior Tang Li, just give it to me, I will return them to the seniors!"

"Uh, this is not good..."

"Nothing bad, it's decided!"

The mushroom-headed girl shouted, and then ran back to the dormitory with the blanket in her arms, laughing foolishly while running.

Mike scratched his head. He had a hunch that these girls might use these blankets to do something very shameful.

But soon he put this matter behind him. He pursed his lips and looked at the corner near the statue of Ms. Ravenclaw, with a very solemn expression on his face.

The reason why he sweated so much last night, apart from the fact that those girls really cared too much about him, was that he had a nightmare.

In the dream, he was lying on the sofa chair in front of the fireplace with a blanket on his head, but in the darkness at the corner, there was a shadow watching him.

Mike didn't know how to describe the shadow, but if he had to, he was like the shadow men in Detective Conan, with a dark body and only malicious crazy eyes staring at Mike.

The existence of the shadow man scared Mike, because he couldn't move at the moment, and he was tied to the sofa chair.

Fortunately, the shadow man didn't make any other movements. He just looked at Mike quietly until Mike woke up.

Mike, who woke up from his memories, took a deep breath. The experience that dream gave him was really not good, and most importantly, it was probably some kind of warning.

You must know that Mike's mental strength is now so strong that it makes Mike's spiritual vision extremely high, and he can often get inspiration from the dark.

This is actually a very mysterious experience, but Mike is convinced of it. The reason is that Mike has relied on this ability to avoid countless dangers.

So if nothing unexpected happens, the dream last night is reminding Mike that the assassin is hiding in Ravenclaw College, and he is about to strike again!

Nodding, Mike retracted his gaze and looked back at the long table covered by sunlight.

There, two Ravenclaw students were playing wizard chess with a serious look on their faces. Mike knew them, Roger and Caesar. These two half-blood wizards were a little handsome and very popular in Ravenclaw, where there were more girls than boys. This can also be seen from the dozen girls gathered around them.

However, those girls obviously did not understand the principle of watching chess without saying a word. They chattered and discussed, and the chess pieces on the chessboard kept making suggestions, so the scene became a little noisy.

Today is Saturday. If it were usual, everyone would be excited to prepare to go to Hogsmeade, but now Dumbledore has closed the school, so everyone can only choose entertainment like wizard chess.

Everything in Ravenclaw was normal, just like in the past. Everyone played, studied, and fell in love... They were not affected by the riots some time ago.

All this was thanks to Mike, who gave Franklin an order at the beginning of the action to restrain the students of Ravenclaw College, and to protect them from harm while prohibiting them from participating in the riots.

Facts have proved that this move was extremely correct. Ravenclaw suffered the least loss in this incident, and Dumbledore's behavior of settling accounts afterwards did not affect Ravenclaw at all, because they did nothing at all.

But other colleges were different. Take Gryffindor as an example. The group of overly energetic little lions and students from other colleges who went to Gryffindor for investigation turned the entire Gryffindor lounge upside down. Not to mention the dirtiness, even the public facilities in the lounge were damaged to varying degrees. Things like tables, chairs, and sofas were completely torn to pieces, and even the portrait of the fat woman was destroyed.

But of course, the fat lady herself is fine. She is hiding in Dumbledore's office and shivering. She is still unwilling to go back to Gryffindor to guard the door. The portrait at the entrance of Gryffindor is Sir Cadogan.

Yes, it is the mad knight who will challenge everyone who passes by and change the password ten times a day.

As for the students of Gryffindor, it is even worse.

Professor McGonagall seems to be more strict with the students of her own college, so most of the Gryffindor students were detained for 1 to 7 days, and a few serious ones were even fined. This is unprecedented in the history of Hogwarts.

The situation of other colleges was similar to that of Gryffindor. The college lounge was damaged, and a large number of students were put in solitary confinement, which almost stopped the entire Hogwarts course. Many professors proposed to Dumbledore to postpone the punishment, but Dumbledore rejected all these suggestions. His determination this time was surprisingly strong.

Compared with the situation of the other three colleges, Ravenclaw is now a paradise, and the order here has never collapsed.

Of course, this is the result of Mike's deliberate favoritism.

He has a very high trust in the students of Ravenclaw, which makes Mike not even allow Zhou Hong to torture any Ravenclaw student.

But now it seems that he is too kind to Ravenclaw.

The assassin obviously saw this point, so he chose to hide in Ravenclaw College.

It has to be said that this is a good idea. The most dangerous place is the safest place. This time Mike himself also made the mistake of seeing the dark under the lamp.

Mike walked out of Ravenclaw with an expressionless face. He was going to take a good shower and think about the next action.

The assassin is hiding in Ravenclaw College now, and it is even possible that he is one of the girls who covered Mike with a blanket last night.

Reason tells Mike that he should use thunderous means to directly interrogate all the students of Ravenclaw, so as to find out the assassin.

However, those people are classmates who have been with Mike day and night, and Mike even regards them as relatives.

Did he really do this?

Mike fell into deep entanglement.

He came to the fourth door on the left side of the statue of Confused Reese in silence. Mike reported the password and walked in through the automatically opened door.

This is the prefect's bathroom, which is exclusive to the prefects of each college. Generally, only these people have this bathroom. This is a privilege.

And as a place for the privileged class to enjoy, it is naturally decorated magnificently.

Almost everything here is made of white marble. The rectangular bathtub sunk into the ground is as big as a swimming pool. It is even equipped with a snow-white diving board for people to dive into.

At this moment, this small swimming pool has been filled with hot water, and steam is slowly rising from the pool, gradually filling the entire bathroom.

On both sides of the swimming pool, there were numerous glittering faucets, all made of gold, with large gems of different colors inlaid on their handles.

A large and exquisite pure gold chandelier was hanging from the ceiling of the bathroom, emitting bright light at the moment, and the bright yellow golden light made the entire bathroom glitter with golden light.

This was obviously a feeling deliberately created by the bathroom builder, because it was daytime, and the sunlight outside could completely shine in through the huge French windows, but they were completely blocked by a layer of snow-white linen curtains.

On the wall next to the curtains was a beautifully gilded picture frame, in which a magical portrait was inlaid.

The picture depicted an open-air reef hit by waves. Professor Flitwick said that this was a picture of a mermaid, but the mermaid did not appear now, maybe she went swimming.

Mike retracted his gaze, took off his clothes and walked into the swimming pool.

The water temperature in the pool seemed very high, but in fact it felt just right. Mike sighed comfortably, and then sat on a raised marble seat at the bottom of the bath, leaving only his head exposed.

I don't know how long it took, just as Mike closed his eyes to enjoy it, he heard a sound of water from his chest.

Mike suddenly opened his eyes and saw a human head slowly floating on the water surface at his chest.

This was the head of a girl with twin ponytails. The girl's face was blocked by the steam, and Mike couldn't see it clearly. He could only see that the girl was wearing a pair of huge glass glasses on her face, but the strange thing was that in such a place with such thick steam, the mirror of the glasses was as smooth as a mirror, without any fog.

At this moment, the girl was looking at Mike with a smile, and her brown eyes were flashing with excitement, as if she was expecting Mike to jump out of the water in fear.

But her expectations were ultimately dashed. Mike just stared at the girl quietly, with a calm expression on his face.

"You are...Myrtle, right?"

When Mike called out her name, a flash of surprise flashed across Myrtle's face, but soon her expression became lost.

"Oh! As expected of Mike, the eagle of Ravenclaw, you are not scared at all. How boring."

As she spoke, Myrtle slowly floated to the platform beside the swimming pool and looked at Mike with interest.

The distance between the two was pulled away, which made it difficult for Mike to see Myrtle's face.

However, Mike did not approach Myrtle again. According to his understanding, Myrtle was a ghost who was extremely inferior to her appearance. She obviously did not want Mike to see her face clearly.

As for what Myrtle said, Mike did not answer, but smiled and shook his head.

He was not a little kid like Harry, and he did not care about being seen by a female ghost.

"You have a great figure."

Myrtle's shrill voice came again in the mist. Mike raised his mouth slightly and said softly:

"Really?"

"Of course! I've seen a lot of women! Your figure is definitely top-notch!"

Myrtle said loudly, and then looked at Mike expectantly.

However, the answer she expected did not appear. Obviously, Mike just wanted to take a good bath and was not interested in chatting with a female ghost.

Myrtle pouted. She looked at Mike angrily. After a long time, her eyes lit up and she said:

"I heard that you are looking for the assassin who assassinated you, right?"

Mike still didn't answer. Seeing this, Myrtle continued:

"If you ask me, you should use Veritaserum to torture those people. You know who I'm talking about, right? Those class leaders! Do you know? I've heard them say bad things about you here more than once. They must be related to that assassin!"

"I don't think so. Besides, it's illegal to use Veritaserum. Although I don't care much about this, I am still concerned about the fact that Veritaserum has a chance of making people mentally retarded."

Myrtle, who was lying on the edge of the swimming pool, raised her feet excitedly. She had successfully started a conversation.

But just as she was about to continue the conversation, she found that Mike had already stood up from the pool, not caring that there was a female ghost beside him, and stood up neatly.

"Hey! Wait..."

Myrtle hurriedly spoke to stop him, but Mike ignored him and walked straight to where he piled his clothes.

Myrtle's words just now gave him inspiration, and he now thought of how to find the assassin!