After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 274 Golden Egg (4)

Lamia and Hermione looked at the painting on the wall almost at the same time. It was a creature in the water that could make sounds. There was almost no other possibility except this kind of creature.

"Myrtle, there aren't any mermen there, are there?"

Harry was anxious to get an answer from Myrtle.

"That's right," she said, her thick glasses gleaming. "You're right, Harry Potter, you took much less time than Digory did! But she was still awake when Digory did."

Myrtle pointed at the mermaid with her head, a look of disgust on her sad face. "It's really disgusting just thinking about it. Look at her, she just wants everyone to notice her fins."

Hermione frowned and wanted to retort, but Ron behind her quickly grabbed her arm and said, "Hermione, we haven't figured this out yet."

"That's great! We finally figured it out," Harry said excitedly. "So the second project is to find the mermaid in the lake, and then the next step..."

He suddenly realized what he was saying, and the excitement slipped away from his heart in an instant, as if his heart had been taken out of him.

Harry was not a good swimmer at all and rarely even practiced. Dudley had taken swimming lessons as a child, but Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, no doubt hoping that Harry would drown one day, had never let him learn to swim.

Swimming one or two laps in this bathing pool is fine, but the lake is very wide and deep, and the mermaids must live in the deepest part...

Harry's expression became visibly lost, and Lamia of course noticed it. She felt the same as Harry, and she couldn't swim either.

"Myrtle," Harry said slowly, "how am I supposed to breathe?"

After hearing this, tears suddenly welled up in Myrtle's eyes again.

"Hate you! You're so clueless!" she muttered, groping in her robes for her handkerchief.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I so clueless?" Harry asked, feeling confused. He hadn't said anything wrong.

Everyone, including Lamia, shook their heads at Harry's actions. Didn't he know that Myrtle was a ghost and didn't breathe at all? How could she know what to do if she couldn't breathe in water? This was like asking a person in a wheelchair what to do if his feet hurt when he walked.

As expected, Myrtle was very angry and even though she loved Harry very much, she still screamed.

"This is too much! Why are you discussing breathing in front of me!" she screamed, her voice echoing loudly in the bathroom. "You know I can't... you know I've already... this is too much!"

She buried her face in her handkerchief, blew her nose loudly, and looked like she was crying very sadly.

It suddenly occurred to Harry that Myrtle had always been very sensitive about her own death, whereas no other ghost he knew made such a fuss.

He touched the back of his head awkwardly and glanced in the direction of Hermione and Lamia several times, hoping that as girls they could help persuade Myrtle. However, Hermione was disgusted by Myrtle's malice towards the mermaid, and Lamia was not one to meddle in other people's business, so Harry had to find a solution himself.

what?

Why not let Ron go?

If this question was left to Harry, he would probably just sigh. Ron was better at making people angry.

While Harry reluctantly went to comfort Myrtle, Lamia had already begun to think about the mermaid's song again.

"We have taken away your most beloved treasure." This seems to mean that they are going to steal something from her and she must take it back. What are they going to take away?

Lamia scanned her mind over everything she had, but she didn't find anything worth risking her ability to swim by jumping into the icy lake to retrieve.

"Well, what else can I say, Myrtle." Harry rubbed his hair irritably. He was fed up with Myrtle's endless crying. In fact, the more he coaxed her, the louder Myrtle cried, as if testing Harry's bottom line.

"Why are you all like this? No one cares about me? I've always been alone, with no friends or lover. Everyone wants me to die, but I've already died once, and that time..."

Seeing that Myrtle was about to retell her own death experience, Harry hurriedly went around to the other side. He really didn't want to continue listening. Myrtle couldn't say anything useful anyway.

"Let's go, I really can't stay here any longer." Harry said with a bitter face.

"Me too." Hermione felt even more uncomfortable. She couldn't stand listening to it from the beginning.

"Wait, Harry, I think we need to think about the mermaid's song. Do you think you have any treasures that you would jump into the lake to get even if you couldn't swim?"

Lamia walked up to the three people and blocked their way. She really couldn't think of anything precious that was worth risking her life for.

Harry wanted to blurt out something almost the second Lamia finished speaking, but he swallowed it back in the end, "I don't know... Lamia." Harry paused for a long time.

"Maybe this treasure is something valuable? Like a gold necklace or a magic item?" Ron said.

"Impossible," Harry and Lamia said in unison.

"I don't have any magic items, let alone a gold necklace," Lamia thought for a moment and said, "Even if I had them, I wouldn't jump into the lake."

"Me too." Harry nodded frantically.

"I don't think it's important to think about this." Hermione couldn't help but say, "Even if it's not important, darling, you still have to jump into the lake, so you should think about how to breathe underwater."

Hermione's words helped Lamia sort out her thoughts. She had just fallen into a strange circle, busy thinking about what kind of treasure it could be.

"I'm totally out of ideas right now. Why don't we go back? It's getting dark now, and Filch might be nearby. I don't want to be called into Professor McGonagall's office."

Ron suggested.

Lamia also felt the same way. They really couldn't think of any good solution for the time being.

Several people carefully went downstairs and walked towards the dormitory. Nothing seemed to have happened along the way. Just when they thought everything was normal, Ron suddenly screamed.

Lamia turned around and found Ron slumped on the ground holding his foot, grimacing and screaming in pain.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry had already walked to Ron's side and was asking with concern.

"Damn stairs, that's the one! I forgot to jump over it!" Ron frowned, "But luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have fallen into it."

"Quiet!" Lamia whispered behind her. She heard some other sounds that seemed to be approaching this side.

"We have to leave quickly." Lamia reacted quickly. The footsteps were obviously Filch's. Ron's screams had obviously caught his attention. Lamia didn't want to be caught by Snape in the office at this time.

"But I can't walk." Ron tried to get up, but his feet wouldn't move at all.

Filch's footsteps were close enough for Harry and Hermione to hear them, and they both had nervous looks on their faces.

"What should we do now?" Hermione kept looking around, trying to find a place to hide.

Lamia couldn't think of any useful method, and she even thought of hypnotizing Filch before he found them.

But this approach obviously doesn't work.