Chapter 153: Conversation

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He knew that he often studied the Transfiguration spell in this abandoned girls' bathroom, and for over half a year, no one had ever come to this abandoned girls' bathroom.

This gave him the desire to go in and take a look.

So he carefully pushed open the bathroom door, but today the bathroom seemed a bit different from before.

Allen keenly observed the messy footprints left on the damp floor; he walked forward and found these footprints were still fresh, and judging by their size, they must have been left by a young wizard.

But what made Allen strange was that there was fresh mud in these footprints, and the starting point of this row of footprints was a sink.

Why would there be fresh mud in the footprints? Remember, this bathroom is on the third floor! Allen was very puzzled in his heart.

"Is anyone there?" Allen shouted, his voice echoing in the bathroom.

For a long time, no one responded to him.

He gradually relaxed.

Suddenly, a female voice sounded: "Are you looking for something you lost here?"

This voice was very familiar; it was the ghost who often lurked here—Moaning Myrtle.

Allen and Myrtle were quite familiar, after all, he was a regular at this abandoned girls' bathroom and had crossed paths with her many times.

He walked toward the innermost stall.

Arriving at the door, he said: "Hey, Myrtle, how are you?"

Moaning Myrtle was floating on the cistern of the toilet, picking at a spot on her chin.

"You haven't been here for a long time." Myrtle stared at Allen and said.

"I've had some other matters recently, so I haven't come here." Allen felt a bit guilty under Myrtle's gaze.

Suddenly, he had a new idea: The ghosts of Hogwarts are also a great source of information! And Myrtle has seen him using that diary many times here; should he not ask her about the whereabouts of the diary? Or ask her to help find other ghosts in Hogwarts to inquire, to see if they can find new clues.

Allen felt even more that this was a good idea.

"Myrtle, have you seen that black diary I took before recently? I've lost it now and am looking for it." Allen looked at Myrtle and asked softly.

"I have seen it!" Myrtle gave an answer that was unexpected for Allen; Allen even thought he had misheard.

"I mean, have you seen it in the last week?" Allen thought Myrtle had remembered wrong and continued to emphasize.

"I just saw that notebook." Myrtle said with a smile.

Allen was stunned by Myrtle's words; he suddenly remembered that Myrtle had asked him at the very beginning if he was here to find something he lost, but he still dared not believe Myrtle's words.

"Where is the diary?" Allen asked with a somewhat trembling voice.

"That diary seems to have been thrown into the cistern of this toilet." Myrtle pointed to the toilet where she often stayed, "Someone just threw it in."

Allen dazedly opened the cistern of that toilet; inside was indeed a black thing. He drew out his wand and conjured a ball of light. Under the illumination of the light ball, he saw the familiar diary lying quietly at the bottom of the cistern...

He didn't expect that the diary he had searched for so bitterly had been thrown into the cistern. Allen's heart surged with joy, and he grabbed the diary in his hand...

But he suddenly thought of something and quickly threw the diary onto the floor...

He waved his wand and turned the three buckets in the bathroom into three silver-glistening boxes; the material of the boxes was mithril. He also transfigured a common wolf, commanded the wolf to pick up the diary on the ground and place it into the smallest box, then closed and locked the box.

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Then he put the small box into the medium-sized box, stacking three layers like a Russian nesting doll.

Finally, he threw this mithril box into Professor Flitwick's orb.

After doing all this, Allen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Myrtle and said: "Who threw the notebook just now? Did you see?"

"I remember; it was a red-haired boy." Myrtle looked at Allen somewhat shyly.

"Ron..." Allen murmured, and a lot of things suddenly occurred to him.

"Myrtle, will you help me keep a secret?" Allen pondered for a while and looked at Myrtle solemnly.

"What secret?"

"The matter of me taking this diary today; this is a little secret between the two of us. Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Okay!" Myrtle let out a crisp laugh, then dove headfirst into that toilet, splashing up a spray of water...

"Thank you! Myrtle." Allen said quickly, then strode out of the bathroom.

Allen quickly returned to the Gryffindor tower. After finding the diary, he discovered he was not as happy as he had imagined; instead, his heart was full of questions.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he saw the curtains of Ron's four-poster bed were tightly drawn, while Harry was doing homework at his desk.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Allen asked Harry softly; this was clearly not the time for everyone to sleep.

"I don't know; as soon as he came back, his face was not very good. I asked him to play Wizard's Chess with me, but he completely ignored me and went straight to bed to sleep." Harry stopped his pen and glanced at Ron's four-poster bed.

Allen signaled for Harry to continue his homework; he walked to the front of Ron's bed and saw a pair of shoes stained with mud by the bed.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?"

As a result, there was no response for a long while.

Allen gently pulled open the curtains and saw Ron covering his head with a pillow, his body still trembling slightly...

"Ron..." This sentence held no complex emotions, but it seemed to contain a thousand words.

"I'm sorry..." Ron said softly, his voice somewhat choked.

"It's okay," Allen said gently, "Let's go out and find a place with no one to talk, just the two of us." Allen lowered his voice.

Ron seemed somewhat hesitant and did not respond to Allen for a long while.

"I hope this matter can be resolved quietly; only the two of us know, and I don't want anyone else to know about this matter." Allen placed his hand on Ron's shoulder and continued to speak gently.

Ron's body paused for a moment.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask me? We need to find a place to talk openly; I also hope we can continue to be friends in the future. I don't want this matter to affect our friendship." Allen said sincerely.

Ron was completely persuaded; he removed the pillow, sat up, dared not look Allen in the eye, and only nodded at Allen.

Only then did Allen see tears on Ron's face, and his face was redder than his hair...

The two exchanged greetings with Harry and then left.

The two walked out of the Gryffindor Tower and reached a dim, deserted corner of the castle courtyard.

The two stopped in perfect unison.

Allen took a deep breath; he had many questions to ask...