<h4>Chapter 58: Ghost Myrtle</h4>


    As Drac and Dumbledore exchanged knowing smiles and prepared to investigate the situation with Quirrell, a ghost suddenly emerged from one of thevatory stalls.


    The ghost resembled a short, plump female student. She wore thick sses and had pimples on her face, which made her expression look somewhat displeased.


    "This is the girls''vatory. What are you two professors doing here, sneaking around?" She looked at the two professors with suspicion. "Even if no one''s using it, the girls''vatory is not a ce where male professors should be. I''m going to report both of you!"


    Drac and Dumbledore''s faces stiffened. They had never expected to be spotted by a ghost that resided in thevatory, even though they had avoided the gaze of everyone else.


    "Moaning Myrtle, we are here to investigate something unusual," Dumbledore said gently, clearly familiar with the ghost.


    Moaning Myrtle seemed skeptical and retorted, "I''ve been here the whole time and can guarantee there''s nothing unusual in thisvatory. You must be making excuses for your behavior!"


    As she spoke, Myrtle tried to float through the ceiling to spread the news about the headmaster and professor being in the girls''vatory.


    "How could there be nothing unusual? Were you not here when Quirrell sneaked in this morning?" Drac called after her, pressing for an answer.


    "Just because I said there''s nothing unusual doesn''t mean there isn''t," Myrtle replied, turning her head towards Drac with a dissatisfied look.


    Then she froze in ce.


    "Are you... a new professor?" Myrtle''s eyes seemed to light up with heart-shaped reflections, and her tone became noticeably softer, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor. "Wow, I''ve never seen such a handsome professor. Can I attend your sses?"


    Drac''s mouth twitched.


    "Yes, Myrtle, this is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Dumbledore said with a smile, while also giving Drac a meaningful nce. "If you want to attend sses, you can go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts ssroom on the second floor. It''s not far from here."


    "Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Myrtle''s eyes were suddenly filled with joy. "Then you''re going to encounter trouble this year, right? If you die, make sure toe here and find me. I''d love to share the toilet with you."


    Myrtle blushed, her eyes darting around,pletely lost in thoughts of a bright future.


    Drac turned to Dumbledore, his expression darkening.


    "Dumbledore, don''t tell me you, as a headmaster, were unaware of the presence of a mentally unstable ghost here?" he asked.


    "After all, this is a girls''vatory. I generally wouldn''te here," Dumbledore exined. "I recall that Myrtle died decades ago, but I didn''t expect her to still linger here."


    "Is this where she died?" Drac furrowed his brow, feeling that there must be some hidden secret, "How did she die? Was it because of thisvatory itself?"


    "This rtes to an event from fifty years ago," Dumbledore sighed and spoke softly. "At that time, Hogwarts experienced a series of attacks. Myrtle was the only witch who died during the attacks. But I still don''t know the truth about those attacks."


    Drac then turned his gaze to the ghost named Moaning Myrtle.


    "Madam, could you tell me about what happened here fifty years ago?" His eyes gleamed with a peculiar light, and he disyed a slightly sinister smile.


    However, Drac''s usual effective questioning approach seemed to fail today.


    Upon seeing Drac''s smile, Myrtle not only didn''t answer his question but instead started another round of hysteria—


    "Professor... wuwuwu my professor..."


    "..."


    "So she really is mentally unstable, isn''t she?" Drac''s smile froze on his face as he turned to Dumbledore, who was observing from the side, "Do you have any way to help her return to normal?"


    "Clearly, Professor Drac, Myrtle''s mental state has be like this because of you," Dumbledore shrugged and chuckled with a hint of schadenfreude. "So, it''s up to you to help her get back to normal."


    Drac looked again at the still hysterical Myrtle and fell into thought.


    "Keep an eye on this ghost and make sure she doesn''t go around spreading rumors. I''m going to find some external help," he suddenly said to Dumbledore.


    Before Dumbledore could respond, Drac disappeared in a swirl of bat shadows.


    Dumbledore stared for a moment, then shrugged and took out a bag of fizzing honey candies from his pocket, enjoying them in thevatory.


    ...


    Soon, Drac returned to the gloomy, eerie girls''vatory.


    Myrtle was now floating in mid-air, crying and wailing, while Dumbledore continued tofort her while chewing on the honey candies.


    "Do you think I don''t know what others call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Pitiful, weepy, glum Myrtle!" she sobbed. "Now even the handsome professor dislikes me. I want to die!"


    Myrtle was disheartened, thinking Drac had left because he was disgusted by her, although that was indeed part of the reason... Now she was contemting drowning herself in the toilet.


    "Don''t be so sad, Myrtle," Dumbledore said soothingly, "Professor Drac wouldn''t have left because he dislikes you. Look, he''se back."


    He pointed to Drac, who had just returned.


    Seeing Drac, Myrtle seemed to cheer up a bit and emerged from the toilet.


    "Yes, there''s no need to treat yourself like this, Myrtle," Drac nodded. "Don''t forget you''re already dead. You can''t drown yourself."


    Upon hearing his words, Myrtle became even more upset and stuffed herself back into the toilet.


    "Professor Drac, I thought you''d say somethingforting," Dumbledore looked at Drac with a hint of resignation.


    "What''s the point offorting others? I never do such meaningless things," Drac said nonchntly. "Look, isn''t the sight of a ghost floundering in a toilet quite interesting? Rest assured, she won''t drown!"


    Dumbledore was left helpless. It seemed that for Drac, anything deemed meaningless was considered pointless...


    "Forget it, let''s move on," Dumbledore changed the topic. "Where is the external help you''ve arranged?"


    "Right over there," Drac nodded toward the back wall of thevatory.


    A tall, long-haired ghost slowly floated through the wall and approached the two.