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The Very Secret Diary
TheysawataglancewhatFilchhadbeenshoutingabout. Agreatfloodofwaterstretchedoverhalfthecorridor,anditlookedasthoughitwasstillseepingfromunderthedoorofMoaningMyrtle’sbathroom. NowthatFilchhadstoppedshouting,theycouldhearMyrtle’swailsechoingoffthebathroomwalls.
"Nowwhat’supwithher?"saidRon.
"Let’sgoandsee,"saidHarry, andholdingtheirrobesovertheiranklestheysteppedthroughthegreatwashofwatertothedoorbearingitsOUTOFORDERsign,ignoreditasalways,andentered.
MoaningMyrtlewascrying,ifpossible,louderandharderthaneverbefore. Sheseemedtobehidingdownherusualtoilet.Itwasdarkinthebathroombecausethecandleshadbeenextinguishedinthegreatrushofwaterthathadleftbothwallsandfloorsoakingwet.
"What’sup,Myrtle?"saidHarry.
"Who’sthat?"gluggedMyrtlemiserably."Cometothrowsomethingelseatme?"
Harrywadedacrosstoherstallandsaid, "WhywouldIthrowsomethingatyou?"
"Don’taskme,"Myrtleshouted,emergingwithawaveofyetmorewater,whichsplashedontothealreadysoppingfloor. "HereIam,mindingmyownbusiness,andsomeonethinksit’sfunnytothrowabookatme..."
"Butitcan’thurtyouifsomeonethrowssomethingatyou,"saidHarry,reasonably."Imean,it’djustgorightthroughyou,wouldn’tit?"
Hehadsaidthewrongthing.
