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He
made
sure
Myrtle
had
her
glasses
well
covered
before
hoisting
himself
out
of
the
bath
,
wrapping
the
towel
firmly
around
his
waist
,
and
going
to
retrieve
the
egg
.
Once
he
was
back
in
the
water
,
Myrtle
peered
through
her
fingers
and
said
,
"
Go
on
,
then
...
open
it
under
the
water
!
"
Harry
lowered
the
egg
beneath
the
foamy
surface
and
opened
it
...
and
this
time
,
it
did
not
wail
.
A
gurgling
song
was
coming
out
of
it
,
a
song
whose
words
he
couldnt
distinguish
through
the
water
.
"
You
need
to
put
your
head
under
too
,
"
said
Myrtle
,
who
seemed
to
be
thoroughly
enjoying
bossing
him
around
.
"
Go
on
!
"
Harry
took
a
great
breath
and
slid
under
the
surface
-
and
now
,
sitting
on
the
marble
bottom
of
the
bubble-filled
bath
,
he
heard
a
chorus
of
eerie
voices
singing
to
him
from
the
open
egg
in
his
hands
:
"
Come
seek
us
where
our
voices
sound
,
We
can
not
sing
above
the
ground
,
And
while
you
re
searching
,
ponder
this
:
Wove
taken
what
you
'll
sorely
miss
,
An
hour
long
you
'll
have
to
look
,
And
to
recover
what
we
took
,
