Filch was squatting at the corner at this time, and when he saw Howl appear, he felt a little strange.
Then he saw Howl enter the girls' toilet.
A damp, moldy room, with sewage accumulated on the floor and black-green moss growing wildly on the brick walls.
Howl's steps halted; he was unwilling to step further inside.
"Who is it?" A voice suddenly sounded, and a silvery figure passed through the door of the innermost stall.
"Oh… Professor, you… how did you end up here…" She didn't react for a moment, and a shy expression appeared on her face.
"Hello, Myrtle." Howl nodded slightly: "I wanted to ask, regarding what happened outside your door yesterday, did you see anything?"
Her expression changed, and she suddenly became annoyed: "No! No! It seems you're just like those others, always only thinking of prying other information from me."
As she spoke, she returned to the toilet stall, and the sound of splashing water followed, accompanied by low sobs.
Howl stood still for a moment, then walked out the door and closed the lavatory door.
Filch was hiding in the corner shadow with a lecherous expression.
Then he saw Howl emerge from it in silence, and just as he was wondering, he saw those eyes look towards him.
It scared him so much that he shrunk his neck.
Howl slowly walked to the corner.
"Oh, Professor Jones… what a coincidence," Filch said, lowering his head.
"If you like staying here so much, tell the other students not to bother that poor ghost anymore with baseless rumors."
"Ah…" Filch didn't react for a moment, then saw Howl pat his shoulder: "I'll trouble you with that."
"Yes, yes!" He nodded quickly.
The next week arrived quickly, and Howl, in class, once again subtly emphasized the dangers of Dark Arts and Dark Arts objects.
He couldn't directly lay the matter bare, otherwise, foolish herd mentality would only lead to more rumors and unrest.
As time passed, when Madam Norris and Filch once again fought side by side, the rumors began to quickly fade. People began to characterize it as a Halloween prank.
An over-the-top prank.
That was all.
Even Dumbledore borrowed dozens of Sneakoscopes from his old friend, only finding two magical artifacts with a slight hint of malice.
They weren't even true Dark Arts artifacts.
Wednesday, three days until Slytherin's first Quidditch match.
At this time, the Slytherin team was still soaring on the pitch, rapidly changing positions.
-------------------------------
I've already uploaded 70 chapters of this story on Patreon!
If you enjoy it, come check out the latest chapters in advance.
Here's the link:
[email protected]/Rexlent
Thank you so much for your support!!!
"And If you're enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!"