Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 128 Bloodstains and Ghosts
Dudley, who was supposed to be a sunny and cheerful boy, now had two thick dark circles on his face. He hadn't slept well for several days, and his face was haggard. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were not at home, and it was four o'clock in the afternoon. In normal times, Aunt Petunia would be in the kitchen wiping down the counters and preparing dinner for the day.

"What happened?"

Somewhat puzzled, Harry closed the door behind his back and walked towards Dudley.

"Are you scared by nightmares at night? By the way, where is my aunt? I'm a bit greedy for her German-style pork knuckle. I've eaten too much seafood in the past few months, and I'm a little tired."

"Dad went to France for a business trip a few days ago to negotiate an order, and my mother also went there. Don't worry about this, our house is really dirty, Harry!"

In a hurry, Dudley reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him to the second floor.

"If you don't come back today, I will definitely not sleep at home at night. It's too scary. You don't know. I dare not sleep at all these two nights. Some ghosts came to our house. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, There was a very strange sound, I searched the whole house, and finally saw it in your bedroom."

Dudley swallowed his saliva, "I saw a puddle of blood, and even a few rat hairs. That ghost ate a mouse alive in your room. If he eats a mouse today, he will eat me tomorrow!"

"Not even the gloves signed by Calzaghe can protect me from sleeping at night without nightmares. Fist can hit people, but definitely can't hit ghosts! This ghost thing is driving me crazy!"

"As soon as I close my eyes, there will be that hissing gasp in my head, and that evil spirit that I can't see seems to be breathing on my shoulder!"

Dudley seemed to be feeling better after talking about a lot of chatter. At this moment, he was very grateful that he had a wizard in his family. He didn't believe in God. The God girl with two or three meters long legs couldn't give him a sense of security, even if it was a priest. The half-white-haired old man in the middle is also not good, the kind of old man who can beat people on the ground with a single punch, Dudley is a materialist in some things.

"Don't worry, I'm back now."

Harry patted Dudley on the shoulder, ghosts do exist, there are dozens of them floating in Hogwarts castle, these 'resurrected' guys Muggles really can't see, and dementors Strangely enough, only people with magical powers in them can see their existence, wizards can, Squibs can, but Muggles can't.

"But it shouldn't be a ghost. Ghosts can't touch people. They will only feel cold when they pass through them. It's like taking a bath in ice water. Don't talk about eating a mouse. Even if the ghost was a cat in his previous life, he would touch it." Less than a mouse."

Harry opened the bedroom door and immediately saw a pool of blood on the floor. The blood had solidified and stretched from the bed to the front of Harry's wardrobe.

And the mouse hair that Dudley mentioned did exist. There were a few white hairs mixed in the dark red blood. At first glance, it really looked like the hairs left by a big white mouse.

"Go look in the house and see if there are any ghosts. If there are, don't kill them."

"Who are you talking to?" Seeing Harry talking to the air, the hairs on Dudley's back suddenly stood up, and he even began to doubt whether the Harry in front of him was a real person. This weird behavior is really a little bit.
"What are you thinking?" Harry, who could probably guess what Dudley was thinking, smiled sarcastically, "I raised Moran, to be honest, I'm really not very good at dealing with ghosts, they can't touch reality, and magic can't deal with it." They are almost ineffective, and if there is such a thing, I can only rely on silence."

"Come out and say hello to Dudley, hold your breath, don't scare my cousin."

A cloud of black mist overflowed from Harry's body, and then solidified into a black human figure as tall as Harry.

"Holy shit, no wonder witches were tied to crosses and burned in the Middle Ages, your magic is so wicked!"

Although he was prepared in his heart, Kadli was still frightened by this black ghost who didn't look like a good thing in front of him. The chaotic and evil atmosphere had been well restrained, but this dark essence could still be suppressed. See the clues.

"Actually, burning wizards can't be burned to death. A fireproof insulation can isolate the damage of the flames, not to mention that wizards can teleport. Unless they are knocked down by a stun gun, it is almost impossible for wizards to die in the hands of ordinary people."

If the fat monk is here now, after hearing Harry's words, he will definitely have a good fight with Harry, saying something like 'I don't talk about martial arts, a group of young people sneaked up on me, an old man in his 50s', etc. words.

The silence that turned into black mist and dissipated instantly brought a chilly wind, and after a quick tour up and down the house, he got back into Harry's body.

"No ghosts, at least not yet."

"However, Dudley, you said before that that guy would show up at eight or nine o'clock every day, right?"

"Yes! About eight or nine o'clock, he will come, but after a while, he will disappear, and then appear for a while at eleven or twelve o'clock, and then three or four o'clock!"

Dudley nodded hastily and said quickly, "Every time he comes, there will be a sound similar to a branch snapping, a clicking sound, or a snapping sound. I was frightened several times when I was about to fall asleep. After waking up, I dare not sleep at all.”

"Then just wait, it's only a few hours."

Harry glanced at the alarm clock in the house, then turned and left the room.

"What do you want for dinner? What else is there at home? I'll get you something to eat. I guess you haven't had a safe meal for a while?"

Harry slipped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There was half a slaughtered lamb stuffed in the freezer. Harry took it out without hesitation, broke the bones a few times and prepared to give it to Dudley. Get an authentic shredded lamb.

As the rich smell of meat wafted from the kitchen, Dudley, who was originally nervous, gradually relaxed. There were regular snoring sounds from the living room. Fall asleep deeply.

Time passed by, and Harry, who didn't have the heart to wake Dudley up, left half a lamb chop and a leg of lamb for him. Harry, who was bored and read a book, gritted his teeth and waited silently. The time was coming soon. At quarter to eight, there was a slight but clear crackling sound, and Harry, who stood up in an instant, held the ebony.

"It's time for me to learn the Anti-Apparition Charm."

At the same time that this thought flashed through his mind, Harry, who had already rushed up to the second floor with two strides, kicked the door of his bedroom, a bloody smell mixed with a little herbal smell penetrated his nose, and At this moment, he saw the appearance of the unexpected guest!

(End of this chapter)