Enjoy 😊 oh btw this is when the three left the infirmary. And to avoid any confusion Lyra had the diary with her at the infirmary
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They left the infirmary and headed straight to the Gryffindor tower.
Snape had given them so much homework, Harry thought he was likely to be in the sixth year before he finished it.
Ron was just saying how much he wished Hermione would tell him how many rat tails you were supposed to add to a Hair Raising Potion when an angry outburst from the floor above reached their ears.
"That's Filch," Harry muttered as they hurried up the stairs and paused, out of sight, listening hard.
"You don't think someone else's been attacked?" said Ron tensely.
They stood still, their heads inclined toward Flich's voice, which sounded quite hysterical.
" even more work for me! Mopping all night, like I haven't got enough to do! No, this is the final straw, I'm going to Dumbledore"
His footsteps receded along the out of sight corridor and they heard a distant door slam.
They poked their heads around the corner.
Filch had clearly been manning his usual lookout post: They were once again on the spot where Mrs.Norris had been attacked.
They saw at a glance what Filch had been shouting about.
A great flood of water stretched over half the corridor, and it looked as though it was still seeping from under the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
Now that Filch had stopped shouting, they could hear Myrtle's wails echoing off the bathroom walls.
"Now what's up with her?" said Ron.
"I guess we'll have to find out!" Said Hermione as she walked toward the bathrooms door.
Ron and Harry following behind.
They held up their robes over their ankles as they stepped through the great wash of water to the door bearing its OUT OF ORDER sign, ignored it as always, and entered.
Moaning Myrtle was crying, if possible, louder and harder than ever before.
She seemed to be hiding down her usual toilet.
It was dark in the bathroom because the candles had been extinguished in the great rush of water that had left both walls and floor soaking wet.
"What is it myrtle?" said Hermione.
"Who's that?" glugged Myrtle miserably.
"Come to throw something else at me?"
Harry waded across to her stall and said, "Why would we throw something at you?"
"Don't ask me," Myrtle shouted, emerging with a wave of yet more water, which splashed onto the already sopping floor.
"Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me..."
"But it can't hurt you if someone throws something at you," said Ron, reasonably.
"I mean, it'd just go right through you, wouldn't it?" He had said the wrong thing.Hermione hit him slightly with her elbow knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Myrtle puffed herself up and shrieked, "Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it!
Ten points if you can get it through he stomach! Fifty points if it goes through her head! Well, ha, ha, ha! What a lovely game, I don't think!"
"Who threw it at you, anyway?" asked Harry.
"I don't know... I was just sitting in the U bend, thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head," said Myrtle, glaring at them.
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