Chapter 310 Siona Sangster, Myrtle and Umbridge

Chapter 310 Siona Sangster Myrtle and Umbridge

After leaving the hospital wing, Anthony suddenly remembered that there was a card waiting for him. He passed by the students who were leaving the hall one after another, hesitated at the stairs, and decided to bypass Lockhart's office.

The library was empty. Most of the students were immersed in the novel atmosphere of Valentine's Day celebrations, and only a few were still buried in surprisingly thick books, anxiously and irritably writing their papers. They looked up when Anthony passed by, and then lowered their heads without any concern and continued to write furiously.

Anthony found a seat in the restricted book area, took out the card from his bag, sighed deeply, and opened it.

Inside the parchment envelope was a simple card: white cardboard, colorful "Happy Valentine's Day", and a few heart patterns, just like the kind that would be placed on the magazine rack next to the supermarket checkout counter. No incense-very good, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned the card over and saw a large area of ​​dense words, and the handwriting looked familiar. He turned over the extra page of parchment stuck to the bottom and looked at the signature.

The card was from Siona Sangster, a fifth-year Gryffindor girl. Anthony had to admit that he didn't have such a deep impression of her. He only remembered that she was a quiet and focused student, and seemed to have good grades in every test.

"Professor Anthony," she wrote at the beginning, "I am writing this... I don't know what I'm writing. This is really stupid. But I still have to write it.

"I was supposed to write my potion paper, but Professor Snape ("Professor" was written narrow and long, squeezed in the gap, obviously added later) assigned us a paper on vitality tonic and asked us to list eleven applications of rat tails and explain why the rat tails in the vitality tonic can't be replaced with lizard tails. I don't know.

"Professor McGonagall has also assigned a lot of homework. I still don't understand what the Vanishing Charm is. Last week, I made my crow vanish, but this week, no matter how hard I tried, it just refused to turn into nothing, or into everything. Maybe it still wants to be itself.

"Charms is better, and so is Herbology. I don't know what Defense Against the Dark Arts is about, but I'm sure I know how to catch ghouls with a tea strainer. I can also write some iambic pentameter. I also know how to make the air smell fresh - but that's the content of Charms. I mastered the spelling of 'Vatican Vampire-Veela Van' and learned 'Obstacles and Obstacles'. Overall, I believe I am a master of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Everyone talks about how important O.W.Ls are. Sometimes I wonder what I'll do if I don't get any of them? What will happen to me? What if I oversleep and miss my exam? What if my anti-cheating quill breaks and thinks I'm cheating no matter what I write? What if my grades aren't good enough to take the same advanced classes as my friends?

"I know this all sounds ridiculous, but I really worry about it. Muggle Studies is probably the subject I worry about the least, but sometimes I wonder if they'll just ask about things I don't know. I still can't remember the difference between alternating current and direct current and their applications. We'll have revision classes, right? ”

After spending several paragraphs talking about her worries and fantasies about her O.W.Ls, she seemed to feel better and started talking about how much she liked Anthony.

However, it was more like an ordinary letter than a love letter.

She said that she felt excited and happy every time she went to Muggle Studies; she talked about how she sometimes ran into Anthony in the corridor, and she felt lucky and happy at that time, especially when he greeted her; she said that she went to the library more often than before because she often found herself running into Anthony at the door of the library; she mentioned how much she loved her adopted cat (even when it jumped on her bed in the middle of the night and woke her up), described her plans to travel the Muggle world during the holidays, and vowed that she would get an O in her O.W.Ls and continue to take his Muggle Studies elective in her senior year.

At the end of the letter, she wrote: "Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day, Professor Anthony. Thank you for reading what I wrote. Yours sincerely, Ceona.

"By the way, I bought this card in a Muggle discount store with the pounds I was given during the practical activities. Will I win extra points for this?"

Anthony couldn't help but smile.

He stuffed the card back into the envelope and put it in his bag, passing by students who were flipping pages of books angrily, walking past portraits that rolled their eyes at couples, and catching a whistling flying saucer - no one was willing to admit that it was his, so Anthony had to put it away - he was thinking about how he should reply to Miss Sangster until he met Myrtle who was crying and rushing through the corridor. Peeves giggled and chased after Myrtle, passing through the corridor where the flood was spreading, singing "Her voice makes me want to faint".

In the wet corridor on the second floor, a large group of students gathered. Lockhart put his hand on one of them's shoulders, smiling brightly, changing angles and poses for Colin to take pictures. The student standing next to him had rosy cheeks and a dreamy glow in his eyes.

If Peeves hadn't screamed and suddenly flew in front of the camera, making faces, and Colin was so shocked that he sat on the ground holding the camera, they would have taken longer. But Colin needs to change his wizard robe and pants.

Anthony waited until Lockhart returned to his office and the chattering crowd dispersed, then he waded through the water and walked to the bathroom door. There was still no one in the washroom, and no one had bothered to light a light in the almost abandoned toilet, so everything was shrouded in darkness. The light in the corridor swayed in the water.

Myrtle's cries echoed from the walls, but she was nowhere to be seen. Anthony guessed she was in her favorite single toilet again.

He knocked on the door and went inside. Water gurgled out of the toilet where Myrtle was. Myrtle sobbed loudly, and a large spurt of water spurted out of the toilet. Anthony immediately hid behind the door and listened to the water splashing against the door and the wall.

"What's the matter, Myrtle?" he asked loudly.

Myrtle's cry paused for a moment. "Who are you?" she asked in a tearful voice.

Anthony turned on the lamp. Myrtle emerged from the toilet: "Oh, Professor Anthony."

"Good evening, Myrtle," said Anthony. "What's going on?" He looked at the soaked bathroom. Water splashed everywhere, from the floor to the walls and even to the ceiling.

"What happened?" Myrtle said sadly, "No, nothing, nothing happened, everything is exactly the same as before. People refused to let me go, secretly talking about me behind my back, and laughing at the ugly and pathetic peach. Jinniang - it's all the same as usual! I'm tortured, but no one cares!"

She suddenly jumped into the air. The water in the toilet gushes out again and again.

Anthony quickly said: "If you want to talk, I'm always willing to listen. Who is laughing at you?"

"Everyone!" Myrtle cried, "Everyone is laughing at me! Fat Myrtle, Ugly Myrtle, let's make a bet, will anyone give her a Valentine's Day gift? You "No? You said no?" Her figure swelled with each question, "You don't think so either?"

Anthony said: "Nobody tried to bet on you, Myrtle."

"Ah, yes! Haha, it seems impossible to make that bet because no one would choose the impossible option! But I have ears! I know what people say! I know that sound they make outside the door Disgusting giggles, talking about Valentine’s Day, deliberately trying to get me to hear—”

"Professor Lockhart has just held a small reader meeting at your door." Anthony said calmly, "I believe you are referring to that time. Professor Lockhart is here and gave him the hundredth Group photo of people sending Valentine’s Day cards on campus.”

Myrtle was quiet for a moment.

"A hundred!" she screamed. "A hundred!"

She dived into the toilet with a splash, made a huge splash, and disappeared. Anthony waited for a while, but the water didn't seem to subside.

Just as he was about to leave, Myrtle's head came out of the toilet seat.

"A hundred?" she asked. "Did he really receive a hundred?"

Anthony said, "Well... I guess so." He didn't count.

Myrtle was lying on the edge of the toilet, holding her acne-covered face, looking a little lost. The water gradually receded.

"Maybe I should continue to join the Lock Your Heart Club." She sniffed. "Professor Anthony, what do you think? Nick said he found it very useful."

Anthony said cautiously: "I don't know. I'm not in that club."

"Oh..." Myrtle said disappointedly, continuing to lie on the edge of the toilet, "I don't think this will be of any use. No one likes short and fat Myrtle! No one likes Myrtle the four-eyed dog. ! These people just like to make fun of me! "The water is flooding again.

Anthony said, "Don't pay any attention to them. You have friends, Myrtle. Nick and the Fat Friar care about you."

Myrtle said glumly, "Well, yes, I guess so. They're nice people." She seemed to think of something and started sobbing again, "But Peeves - Peeves -"

"Peeves is a chaos maker," Anthony affirmed. "He's not known for telling the truth. Myrtle, you know that better than I do."

"But what he says is true!" screamed Myrtle. "I am sullen, melancholy, sniveling, and annoying! I am an ugly creature!"

Anthony simply said: "Ignore him."

"He still - he still -" she burst into tears, "makes up weird songs to laugh at me!"

"What song?" Anthony asked.

Myrtle sang with a tearful voice: "Her appearance made my heart beat wildly, and her voice made me want to faint." She jumped up from the toilet, tears rolling down her eyes, "Oh, It's like finding--finding a booger-flavored Bibby Bean, and I couldn't stop screaming!"

"Well...actually..." Anthony said.

"Well, you think it's very appropriate, don't you?" Myrtle said angrily, dipping her head into the sewer pipe. The toilet made a gurgling sound like it was being flushed.

"Myrtle? Myrtle?" Anthony shouted to the toilet. no respond. Myrtle probably went to the other bathroom to relax.

At least the water stopped overflowing. Anthony stood up and prepared to return to his office, hoping that Myrtle could find out who the song was dedicated to in other parts of the castle... Valentine's Day wishes... He was not sure if Myrtle would still want to receive wishes if she knew that this was a Valentine's Day confession message.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom was pushed open again. As if she heard the song Myrtle had just sung, Umbridge's face appeared behind the door.

She walked slowly into the bathroom without the writing board in her hand, and her expression was a little strange. She almost stepped into the puddles of the depression like a sleepwalker, and almost fell.

"Be careful, Ms. Umbridge!" Anthony warned.

His voice seemed to startle Umbridge. She turned her head and her eyes fell on Anthony. For a short moment, her expression seemed to be blank. The next moment, that false smile was piled on her face again.

She looked around, taking in the worn ceiling, the dilapidated sink, and the wet floor, then glanced at Anthony suspiciously.

"What are you doing here, Professor Anthony?" Umbridge asked sweetly, "I mean, this is the girls' bathroom. I remember your office should be over there."

Her hand reached to her side, as if she thought there should be a writing board there, but it was empty. So she crossed her arms and smiled with her head tilted.

Anthony hesitated: "Maintaining the pipeline."