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His
immediate
reaction
was
that
it
would
be
worth
becoming
a
prefect
just
to
be
able
to
use
this
bathroom
.
It
was
softly
lit
by
a
splendid
candle-filled
chandelier
,
and
everything
was
made
of
white
marble
,
including
what
looked
like
an
empty
,
rectangular
swimming
pool
sunk
into
the
middle
of
the
floor
.
About
a
hundred
golden
taps
stood
all
around
the
pools
edges
,
each
with
a
differently
colored
Jewel
set
into
its
handle
.
There
was
also
a
diving
board
.
Long
white
linen
curtains
hung
at
the
windows
;
a
large
pile
of
fluffy
white
towels
sat
in
a
corner
,
and
there
was
a
single
golden-framed
painting
on
the
wall
.
It
featured
a
blonde
mermaid
who
was
fast
asleep
on
a
rock
,
her
long
hair
over
her
face
.
It
fluttered
every
time
she
snored
.
Harry
moved
forward
,
looking
around
,
his
footsteps
echoing
off
the
walls
.
Magnificent
though
the
bathroom
was
-
and
quite
keen
though
he
was
to
try
out
a
few
of
those
taps
-
now
he
was
here
he
could
n't
quite
suppress
the
feeling
that
Cedric
might
have
been
having
him
on
.
How
on
earth
was
this
supposed
to
help
solve
the
mystery
of
the
egg
?
Nevertheless
,
he
put
one
of
the
Huffy
towels
,
the
cloak
,
the
map
,
and
the
egg
at
the
side
of
the
swimming-pool-sized
bath
,
then
knelt
down
and
turned
on
a
few
of
the
taps
.
He
could
tell
at
once
that
they
carried
different
sorts
of
bubble
bath
mixed
with
the
water
,
though
it
was
n't
bubble
bath
as
Harry
had
ever
experienced
it
.
One
tap
gushed
pink
and
blue
bubbles
the
size
of
footballs
;
another
poured
ice-white
foam
so
thick
that
Harry
thought
it
would
have
supported
his
weight
if
he
'd
cared
to
test
it
;
a
third
sent
heavily
perfumed
purple
clouds
hovering
over
the
surface
of
the
water
.
Harry
amused
himself
for
awhile
turning
the
taps
on
and
off
,
particularly
enjoying
the
effect
of
one
whose
jet
bounced
off
the
surface
of
the
water
in
large
arcs
.
Then
,
when
the
deep
pool
was
full
of
hot
water
,
foam
,
and
bubbles
,
which
took
a
very
short
time
considering
its
size
,
Harry
turned
off
all
the
taps
,
pulled
off
his
pajamas
,
slippers
,
and
dressing
gown
,
and
slid
into
the
water
.
It
was
so
deep
that
his
feet
barely
touched
the
bottom
,
and
he
actually
did
a
couple
of
lengths
before
swimming
back
to
the
side
and
treading
water
,
staring
at
the
egg
.
Highly
enjoyable
though
it
was
to
swim
in
hot
and
foamy
water
with
clouds
of
different-colored
steam
wafting
all
around
him
,
no
stroke
of
brilliance
came
to
him
,
no
sudden
burst
of
understanding
.
Harry
stretched
out
his
arms
,
lifted
the
egg
in
his
wet
hands
,
and
opened
it
.
The
wailing
,
screeching
sound
filled
the
bathroom
,
echoing
and
reverberating
off
the
marble
walls
,
but
it
sounded
just
as
incomprehensible
as
ever
,
if
not
more
so
with
all
the
echoes
.
He
snapped
it
shut
again
,
worried
that
the
sound
would
attract
Filch
,
wondering
whether
that
had
n't
been
Cedric
's
plan
-
and
then
,
making
him
jump
so
badly
that
he
dropped
the
egg
,
which
clattered
away
across
the
bathroom
floor
,
someone
spoke
.
"
I
'd
try
putting
it
in
the
water
,
if
I
were
you
.
"
Harry
had
swallowed
a
considerable
amount
of
bubbles
in
shock
.
He
stood
up
,
sputtering
,
and
saw
the
ghost
of
a
very
glum-looking
girl
sitting
cross-legged
on
top
of
one
of
the
taps
.
It
was
Moaning
Myrtle
,
who
was
usually
to
be
heard
sobbing
in
the
S-bend
of
a
toilet
three
floors
below
.
"
Myrtle
!
"
Harry
said
in
outrage
,
"
I
'm
-
I
'm
not
wearing
anything
!
"
