Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 92 Nick the Headless Hunter
"boom!"

There was a slight explosion sound, and the head of the werewolf who had half turned back into a human exploded like fireworks.

Flesh and tissue mixed with pitch-black poisonous blood splashed on the surrounding stone walls, and the strong toxicity caused wisps of white smoke to rise from the walls.

John stood in the isolation room and recorded the data of this experiment.

The werewolves captured in the Forbidden Forest last time have been exhausted. John originally wanted to go hunting in the Forbidden Forest again, but Hagrid said that it seems that because of his last shot, all werewolves and other creatures left their original habitats, and he didn't know where to hide. went.

John has no choice but to spend money to buy werewolves. Fortunately, werewolves are not rare magical creatures. There are a large number of werewolves in the Siberian forest in Russia.

After John let the alchemy puppet clean up the stone room, he left the space.

The long-time experiment made him a little tired, and John was going to go out and stroll around the school.

Just as John was walking through a deserted hallway, he spotted the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, a Nearly Headless Nick looking out the window gloomily.

John could clearly hear Nick murmuring in a low voice: "...not meeting their conditions...just half an inch away, if that..."

His long curly hair wore a stylish feathered hat, and he wore a knee-length tunic with a wagon-wheel ruff that hid almost his neck. The fact of being completely cut off.

He was as indistinct as a wisp of smoke, and John could look out through his body at the dark sky and the pouring rain.

Thinking of the help that the fat monk gave him back then, he was able to catch Peeves.

Except for those very few existences, John actually has a good impression of most of the ghosts in Hogwarts
So John thought about it for leisure and entertainment, so John went up to greet Nick directly.

"Hello, Nick.

"Hello, hello." Nearly Headless Nick was taken aback.

Discovering that it was John, Nick put a smile on his originally bitter face.

Because all the ghosts at Hogwarts know that John is the only living person who can control Peeves. After all, the bloody Barrow is not a living person, but a ghost!
And they also learned from Peeves that John has the means to capture ghosts, so they raised John's danger to the highest level.

John didn't care about Nick's weird behavior, and asked directly, "You seem to have something on your mind, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Popington."

"Just call me Nick," Nick replied with a smile, while folding up the transparent letter in his hand and hiding it in the tight top.

"Okay, Nick, is there anything bothering you?"

"Ah!" Nick waved his slender hands gracefully. "It's a small matter...it's not that I really want to participate...I thought I could apply, but it seems that I'm not eligible."

His tone was nonchalant, but there was deep pain on his face.

"But tell me." Nick's face twisted.

Perhaps it was because he finally had someone to confide in, or maybe Nick had reached the limit.

In the next second, he suddenly exploded, and pulled out the letter he had just hidden from his pocket, "He was cut 44 times on the neck with a blunt ax, are you eligible to join the Headless Hunter?"

"I wish, more than anyone else, that things be done cleanly and that my head be completely and utterly severed, which would spare me much pain and be taken away."
laugh.But……"

Nick shook the letter away and read angrily:

We can only accept hunters whose head and body are separated.You'll be fully aware that if it weren't for this, it would be impossible for members to participate in hunter team activities like head juggling and overhead polo.

Therefore, I regret to inform you that you do not qualify for us!Kind regards, Sir Patrick Podmore.

Nick angrily stuffed the letter into his clothes again.

"Just a little bit of skin and tendons attached to my neck, which most people would think is actually the same thing as losing my head. But no, it's not enough in the opinion of Sir Podmore who has completely lost his head. "

Nick took a few deep breaths, and when he finally calmed down, he heard John, who was quietly listening to his complaint, speak.

"If you want to cut off the skin and tendons, I can still help you."

Immediately, Nick stared at John with wide eyes, and asked stumblingly, "Is what you said... true? Can you really help me?"

John nodded. After studying Peeves and learning soul magic in Howl's world last time, John developed a small magic spell that can slightly cut the soul.

This has been tested on Peeves. Casting this little spell will only cut a little wound, but it will take several days to heal under the influence of John's magic.

But that's the end of this little curse, it can only hurt spirits like Peeves and the fat monk.

But if you want to use this to harm the soul in the living body, it is completely impossible

Nick still wanted to ask in detail, but seeing that John didn't want to say anything more, he just took out his wand and made a gesture of please.

After hesitating for a long time, Nick finally chose to believe in John. Anyway, he was already dead. Even if John failed, he would only rest for two days.

These ghosts wandering in the castle, as members of Hogwarts, are naturally protected by Hogwarts.

This means that, unless it is the damage caused by the ghosts, these ghosts only need to find a cold corner to hide, and the damage received will recover within two days.

And the ghosts of John are also aware of his excellence.

"Show the wound."

Hearing John's words, Nick immediately pulled his head to the side as if scaring the little wizard before, exposing the wound on his neck.

John raised his wand and cast the little charm on the joint of skin and sinew.

Although the wound was small at one time, under the impact of John's continuous release of magic, the wound soon gradually became larger.

As for Nick, the expression on his face kept twisting as the wound appeared.

"Isn't it better? This is so itchy, I can't help it!"

Nick asked, he couldn't help reaching out and scratching that spot.

"It'll be all right!" John replied.

As soon as John finished speaking, Nick suddenly felt his vision start to spin.

It turned out that it was because of the breaking of the skin and tendons that Nick didn't catch it for a moment, and the head, which was completely disconnected from the body, caused the head to fall to the ground now.

Seeing this, John waved his wand to stop Nick's head from falling, and controlled the hand that put his head on Nick's body.

Nick held his head in his hands, with some disbelief on his face, the thing he had been praying for has been accomplished like this?

"Don't put your head back in these two days, and check the situation. If it goes well, you will not be Nearly Headless Nick in the future, but Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Popington Headless Hunter."

Hearing John's words, Nick had a completely ecstatic expression on his face.

"Thank you so much John, I can't thank you enough!"

John waved his hand, saying that it was nothing, checked the condition of the wound a little, and asked Nick to come to him at the same time two days later.

Then John left the corridor in thought amidst Nick's passionate farewell.

Nick's performance aroused John's curiosity just now, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't feel pain, but a strong itching.

Then why did Peeves show pain in the face of the wound caused by this little curse?
Is it because the essence of Peeves is not a ghost composed of magic power combined with memory after the wizard's death, but a naturally formed spirit body?

Just when John was thinking about turning the corner, he met Mrs. Norris.

The Maine Coon cat, who was no longer so thin with John's help, rubbed its body against John's leg while making a sweet meowing sound.

Sure enough, wherever Mrs. Norris was, there must be Filch.

But compared to before, Filch's hair is not messed up, his face is kind because of his smile, and he wears neat and tidy clothes. He looks more like a Hogwarts butler than a The gloomy night watchman.

This is because as the image ambassador of the fixed magic generator, he publicly cast magic at the opening ceremony of the Red Dragon Alchemy House.

Filch was living happily. Not only did other Squibs come to visit him to inquire about related news, but also other wizards looked at him less indifferently, and some even took the initiative to communicate with him.

After all no one is a fool, and before the Squibs couldn't cast spells, then they had no power.

But now that such alchemy props appear, it means that the Squibs group has power, and many Squibs are from pure-blood families.

And not all pure-blood families would find a way to get rid of the Squibs, so naturally this emerging force in the wizarding world cannot be ignored.

Especially this force will naturally be close to the master alchemist who changed their fate and created a fixed magic generator.

Naturally, Filch, who was considered to be under the master alchemist, would naturally receive preferential treatment.

However, this kind of preferential treatment did not make Filch forget who he was, but made him appreciate John even more. Without his alchemy creation to change his destiny, he would not have had the opportunity to experience such a life.

"Great Mr. Williams, your humble servant Filch sends you his greetings." Filch respectfully half-kneeled on the ground and saluted John.

"Yeah! Get up." John nodded and made Filch stand up.

John had actually tried to persuade Filch not to do this, but it had been of no avail, and John had stopped trying to stop Filch from doing so.

After that, John didn't say much, and under Filch's respectful gaze, he left here and went to the dormitory.

Two days later, after checking Nick's wound, John said, "Okay, put your head back!"

Hearing John's words, Nick couldn't wait to control his body and put his head back. Then he twisted his neck twice without feeling any discomfort, and took the head off again smoothly.

"Great, really great!" Nick jumped up and down excitedly.

It took him a long time to calm down, and then he respectfully bowed to John and said, "Thank you very much for your help, John, if you don't mind, I would like to invite you to the banquet on the anniversary of my [-]th birthday, which will be on Halloween this year. "

"It would be my great honor if you could attend"

"No problem." John nodded, agreeing to Nick's invitation.

John is actually very curious about such a gathering, and it is not impossible to participate. Of course, John also knows that the ghost banquet is very different from the living banquet.

So he told Tom the news in advance, and told him to get the food ready that day.

(End of this chapter)