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But
past
an
hour
--
the
prospect
's
black
,
Too
late
,
it
's
gone
,
it
wont
come
back
"
Harry
let
himself
float
back
upward
and
broke
the
bubbly
surface
,
shaking
his
hair
out
of
his
eyes
.
"
Hear
it
?
"
said
Myrtle
.
"
Yeah
...
'
Come
seek
us
where
our
voices
sound
...
'
and
if
I
need
persuading
...
hang
on
,
I
need
to
listen
again
...
.
"
He
sank
back
beneath
the
water
.
It
took
three
more
underwater
renditions
of
the
egg
's
song
before
Harry
had
it
memorized
;
then
he
trod
water
for
a
while
,
thinking
hard
,
while
Myrtle
sat
and
watched
him
.
"
I
've
got
to
go
and
look
for
people
who
ca
n't
use
their
voices
above
the
ground
...
.
"
he
said
slowly
.
"
Er
...
who
could
that
be
?
"
"
Slow
,
are
n't
you
?
"
He
had
never
seen
Moaning
Myrtle
so
cheerful
,
apart
from
the
day
when
a
dose
of
PolyJuice
Potion
had
given
Hermione
the
hairy
face
and
tail
of
a
cat
.
Harry
stared
around
the
bathroom
,
thinking
...
if
the
voices
could
only
be
heard
underwater
,
then
it
made
sense
for
them
to
belong
to
underwater
creatures
.
He
ran
this
theory
past
Myrtle
,
who
smirked
at
him
.
