Sean frowned slightly.
"Don't you know it's rude for girls to enter the boys' bathroom, Myrtle?"
Moaning Myrtle floated lazily above the water without changing expression at all.
"Since you know who I am," she sniffed dramatically, "then you should know I'm already dead."
Then she drifted closer toward Sean until her ghostly face almost touched his.
"Rules don't apply to dead girls, do they?"
Sean calmly glanced toward the wand resting beside the bath while slowly moving closer to it.
"I'm the Slytherin prefect," he said coldly. "Get out, Myrtle."
Myrtle instantly saw through his intention.
Before Sean could reach the wand—
Crack!
The wand shot violently several metres away and landed on the floor in the distance.
Myrtle immediately looked smug.
"Now then, Mr Slytherin Prefect…"
She floated proudly in the air.
"I already know exactly what you were planning."
Then she mischievously reached toward Sean's chest.
"Accio wand!"
Sean suddenly shouted.
Under Myrtle's shocked gaze, the wand instantly flew directly back into Sean's hand.
Sean immediately pointed it straight toward her nose.
Myrtle blinked.
Then she dramatically floated backward while bursting into loud crying.
"You wouldn't cast magic on a poor dead girl, would you?!"
Her shrill crying echoed painfully throughout the bathroom.
Sean instantly lowered the wand with an irritated expression.
"Fine."
He rubbed his forehead tiredly.
"You can stay if you want. Just stay away from the bath."
Myrtle's mood changed instantly.
"Of course!" she chirped happily. "As long as you don't chase me away."
Then she curiously floated nearby again.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Sean."
He lazily leaned back into the water.
"Sean Sebastian."
Myrtle suddenly covered her mouth dramatically.
"Oh!"
Her eyes widened.
"You're Sean?"
Sean instantly narrowed his eyes.
"You've heard of me?"
Myrtle nodded rapidly.
"Yes! From a professor!"
Then she added thoughtfully:
"The strange one who smells like Egypt."
Sean's expression changed slightly.
"Professor Quirrell?"
Myrtle nodded.
"Yes, him!"
Sean's eyes quietly darkened.
Others didn't know the truth.
But Sean understood perfectly.
The current Quirrell wasn't just Quirrell anymore.
Voldemort himself parasitised the man.
Sean absolutely did not want Voldemort noticing him this early.
"What exactly did he say?" Sean asked calmly.
Myrtle floated in circles while thinking.
"Something about containers…"
Then she wrinkled her nose.
"I wasn't paying much attention. I don't really like Egyptian-looking men."
Her expression became disgusted.
"They're too skinny."
Sean's mouth twitched slightly.
Meanwhile, Myrtle continued talking casually:
"Oh! He also mentioned strange magic."
Sean's attention sharpened immediately.
"He said it was magic even he had never heard of before."
Myrtle tilted her head.
"Something about changing space and summoning enemies for battle…"
Sean instantly fell silent.
The training room.
Voldemort had already learned about it.
Which honestly wasn't surprising.
After all, many children from Death Eater families studied in Slytherin.
Under Voldemort's pressure, it was impossible to expect absolute loyalty from every child.
And Sean had never been naïve enough to believe otherwise.
Most ordinary people would reveal information under fear of death.
That was normal human behaviour.
"It's just earlier than expected…"
Sean quietly narrowed his eyes.
Myrtle suddenly stretched lazily.
"Well, I'm leaving now."
Then she smiled strangely.
"I'll come play with you again later, Sean."
Before Sean could answer, Myrtle suddenly dived headfirst into a toilet bowl like an Olympic swimmer and vanished completely.
Sean stared at the toilet silently.
Then a horrifying thought appeared in his mind.
What if someone happened to be using the toilet when Myrtle suddenly emerged?
Sean instantly shivered.
"No wonder she's terrifying…"
After calming himself, Sean's expression gradually became serious again.
If Voldemort already knew about the training room, things would become troublesome sooner or later.
Still—
Sean wasn't worried.
Not even slightly.
As long as he continued growing stronger faster than everyone else, nobody at Hogwarts could threaten him.
Not now.
And certainly not later.
After dressing quickly, Sean prepared to leave.
But suddenly—
Bang!
The bathroom door burst open violently.
Crabbe stumbled inside while gasping desperately for breath.
"P-Prefect!"
He nearly collapsed.
"S-Something happened!"
Sean immediately grabbed Crabbe by the collar.
"What happened?"
"They're fighting with Gryffindor!"
Sean's eyes instantly sharpened.
"Where?"
"Outside Gryffindor Tower—"
Before Crabbe even finished speaking, Sean had already dragged him sprinting out of the bathroom.
.....
When Sean arrived near Gryffindor Tower, he immediately saw dozens of students gathered together.
The atmosphere felt explosive.
The moment the Slytherins noticed Sean arriving, they instantly moved aside automatically.
At the very front stood Malfoy, Harry, and Ron.
"What happened?" Sean asked coldly.
Malfoy looked furious.
"Today during training, I came looking for Granger."
His expression became uglier.
"And I heard people inside calling her a traitor."
Then Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Ron.
"And saying even worse things."
"It was definitely Weasley."
Malfoy sneered coldly.
"No one's more disgusting than him."
Sean calmly glanced toward Ron once.
Then he immediately understood.
It wasn't Ron.
Because Ron looked genuinely confused.
Then suddenly—
Sean noticed someone inside the crowd taking a nervous step backward.
A first-year Gryffindor girl.
Completely ordinary-looking.
The type nobody would ever notice normally.
But her guilty reaction exposed everything instantly.
Before Sean could speak, Pansy suddenly grabbed the terrified girl by the robes and dragged her directly out from the Gryffindor crowd.
"So it was you?"
Pansy's smile looked dangerous.
"You were spreading rumours?"
.....
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