HP: I’m working on redemption at Hogwarts

"Blonde girl, you're here again, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare or was you bullied?" A somewhat ethereal and gloating voice slowly came from directly above. Astoria's spine felt inexplicably cold and she ignored the voice. no answer.

Since the petrification incident began, Astoria's nightmares have become more frequent, accompanied by strange and unfamiliar memories from time to time.

It was also under the call of a strange voice that she couldn't help but follow her and met the female ghost-Myrtle in the bathroom.

Astoria had no idea where the sound ended up, because she was so frightened by Myrtle's startling cry and threats that she could not move. Perhaps realizing that Astoria was harmless, Myrtle gradually stabilized and began to pester Astoria to complain and chat.

"Blonde girl, gold—"

"Don't bother me, can you just be quiet for a while?" Astoria frowned and subconsciously reached out to grab something, only to feel that her palms were cold and her hands were empty. But Myrtle still dragged her ghostly body around with a fussy expression on her face.

"O——M——G! Ahhhhh!" Myrtle raised her ponytails excitedly and floated around Astoria's body with an embarrassed smile on her face. Leah sneezed uncontrollably.

"Ah!"

Well, it seems that today's plan to explore the strange sounds has been canceled again.

Astoria is really confused as to where the hissing sound that only she can hear comes from...

"Hermione, are you sure this will work?"

"Whether it works or not, we can only try it."

The closed dark green wooden door isolated Astoria from the space outside the toilet. She pressed her body against the wall and could only hear the messy footsteps entering the bathroom.

"We need to determine whether Malfoy is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets. This is the only feasible method." A female voice sounded firmly outside the cubicle.

"If you ask me, there's no need to think about it at all. Who else could it be if it wasn't Malfoy?" A simple and honest voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of fists hitting the toilet door frame, causing Astoria to step back even more vigilantly and stand on her feet. Curled up in a ball on the toilet.

They were talking about Draco. They actually thought Draco was the master of the Chamber of Secrets. It was really unreasonable...

"Wow, I heard a bubbling sound!" Myrtle's eyes widened. Her bathroom had never been so lively. She couldn't help but scream excitedly into Astoria's ear. .

"Who!" Harry Potter's sharp questioning voice came from outside the compartment. Astoria was frightened and glared at Myrtle fiercely.

"Hermione, didn't you say there couldn't be someone in this bathroom?" Ron curled his lips awkwardly, as if he had finally found a chance to confront Hermione.

"How do I know, it might be Myrtle..." Hermione frowned, but she didn't stop stirring the cauldron in her hands, just staring at the only toilet cubicle with a closed door.

"I'll go take a look." Harry pursed his lips slightly, clenched his fists nervously and slowly approached the compartment.

"Wait a minute, this is the women's bathroom. Although it's said that no one dares to come, it would be embarrassing if someone did come!" Hermione stopped Harry's hurried steps in time and signaled him not to be nervous.

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment and turned to look at Hermione, as if wondering what to do.

"Ahem, Myrtle, is that you? Tao——"

"Hehe! Of course it's just me! I heard my name!" Myrtle jumped up from the compartment as crazy as ever, and the dark wind brought by it made the wooden door of the compartment slowly open with a creak.

Ron's eyes were fixed on the sudden appearance of the female ghost. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and opened his mouth so wide that he could hold an egg.

"Wow!"

Harry, on the other hand, immediately turned his attention away as soon as the wooden door of the cubicle became loose, and carefully pushed open the wooden door. He only saw a snow-white afterimage jump out, and quickly left the bathroom.

"Wait!...Have you seen it?" Harry turned to look at his companions with wide eyes. He saw one person listening to the female ghost's complaints with curiosity on his face, and the other person was immersed in stirring the potion.

"What did you see?" Hermione raised her head and looked at Harry, with some worry in her eyes.

"Such a small... white afterimage flew past." Harry said while opening his arms and gesticulating.

"So small... maybe a cat or some other pet." Hermione squinted at the size of Harry's gesture, which was not even as big as Ron's big face.

"Okay." Harry accepted the statement with a sigh. It's no wonder that Harry was startled. After the incident with the Successor of the Chamber of Secrets, he often heard hissing killing sounds, which made him suffer from a nervous breakdown.

Outside the bathroom, a snow-white and petite rabbit dashed quickly along the corridor, avoiding passers-by and running towards the basement.

"George! Can't believe what we found?"

Damn! ! !

Hearing the familiar name, Astoria could almost predict how miserable her future would be. She didn't dare to stop and run away, running away in the opposite direction of the Weasley twins.

"I caught you!" As the triumphant cry came from the top of her head, Astoria also noticed that she was rising into the sky like weightlessness and was lifted up by someone.

Merlin's socks! Today is definitely my unlucky day!

Because he was afraid of being caught subconsciously using the Animagus form, he was already very OOC, and now he was captured alive by the mischief-making king of Hogwarts. The outcome can be imagined. . .

"George, this is a rabbit. I didn't know anyone else raised rabbits at Hogwarts?"

"It's really strange, maybe it's a stray rabbit!"

You are the one wandering! You both are homeless!

Astoria bared her teeth in dissatisfaction and yelled at the two of them. In their eyes, it was just an insignificant act of coquettishness.

"That's so cute, maybe you can play prank with us little bunny!"

I do not want it! ! Let me go! !

However, all of Astoria's complaints were in vain. She struggled to break free, but was still firmly held in Fred's arms.

Damn! Finally, the little white rabbit in Fred's arms gave up resistance and gradually enjoyed being ravaged by his big warm hands one after another.

Damn! Why does this scene look so familiar...