Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 Alan followed very curiously. He was not the only one to do this. The little wizards were very curious. What happened, and who would be unlucky?

　　 Following the administrator Filch, everyone went straight to the fifth underground classroom, where the four Gryffindor third-graders were blocked. Some dismembered "Neville's pets" were scattered on the table and on the floor. "Neville's pets" stared silently at the ceiling with bulging, lifeless eyes, and the ceiling was splashed. Neville's pets like the "brain paste" are stained everywhere.

Mrs. Lorice ran to Filch’s feet and screamed again and again. Two yellow eyes that were shining like lamps stared at the four Gryffindors closely, their eyes full of The meaning of condemnation.

　　Mrs. Loris-This scrawny gray cat was reused by the administrator Argus Filch, acting as his deputy in the endless battle between him and the students.

　　 "Dirty!" Filch yelled angrily, his nose red abnormally. His eyes were scary, and the flesh on his chin trembled, "There is dirt everywhere, a mess everywhere! Tell you guys, I've had enough! Locked up, you all have to be locked up!"

Several Gryffins followed Filch out of the classroom sadly, and Mrs. Lorris's big yellow eyes circled around the little wizards who were onlookers, seeming to wonder whether these students are unreliable and mischievous. . As if certain, Mrs. Loris briskly jumped out of the classroom.

　　 Seeing that there was no excitement to see, the little wizards onlookers left the classroom in twos and threes. After all, it was very uncomfortable to stay in the dark and humid underground classroom in such bad weather. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the four Gryffindors chose this place as the place for their experiments.

Alan lazily drew his wand out of his sleeve, "disappeared without a trace, cleaned up, and restored to its original state." Several spells were skillfully and smoothly displayed, and the remains of "Neville's pets" scattered in the classroom disappeared without a trace Now, all the tables and chairs are as bright as new, and the ceiling has restored its white color.

　　Allen is not kind, but compassionate. He felt pity for Filch, the administrator who was a dumb gun and had a bad cold. What's more, cleaning up these things is just a small effort for Allen, and it can be done in an instant. As for Filch, he may have to endure the pain of illness and busy all morning to remove all the stains.

　　 Allen was puzzled about hiring a dumb gun to be the administrator of Hogwarts. For Filch, he has no magic, but he has to watch the little wizards grow up; he has to work hard and spend a lot of energy on things that can be accomplished by a spell. How could he be balanced? How could it not be malicious to the little wizards!

　　 Maybe no wizard is willing to do such trivial things! The salary is not high, the hard work, unpopular with students, low sense of accomplishment... This job is indeed not attractive to wizards. Alan thought about being at school for Molly Prewitt and Arthur Weasley. When they were studying, they caught Apollon Pringle, the administrator who was out for a walk at four in the morning. I wonder if this person is a wizard or a dumb gun?

　　 "It's a good spell! Such behavior is worthy of praise!" A voice came, and Allen looked back, it was Nick who was almost headless. His long curly hair is fastened with a very fashionable hat with feathers, and he is wearing a knee-length tunic with a wrinkle collar studded with wheels, which almost covers his neck. The fact of being completely cut off. He floated in front of Alan like a plume of smoke.

　　 "You seem to be in a very nervous mood!" Allen saw Nick's state of anxiety at a glance.

　　 "Yes, I am waiting for a very important reply." Nick said solemnly.

　　 Allen guessed what he was waiting for, but he was wise not to ask. How much hope Nick now has, and how disappointed he will be when he receives the letter.

　　 But obviously, Nick desperately needs to find someone to share his feelings, even if he is facing a Ravenclaw. "It's the headless hunter team! I applied to them and I can almost receive their reply today!"

"With all due respect, you were a Jazz before you were alive. Why do you care about the position of a headless hunter, Sir Patrick Podmore?" Allen knew that Nick could not be a member of the headless hunter, but he was very Curious, why does Nick care about a juggling team so much, he was a jazz before his death!

"Well, how do you say? The experience and honors in your life have been turned into the past. The fame and fortune you get has no effect after death. For ghosts, a long life can only be seen by living people enjoying food and enjoyment. Living, watching others create and change the world, but we can’t touch anything or do anything. This is very boring and frustrating.” Nick made a serious statement without sorrow. Perhaps the long career has allowed him See these very thoroughly.

"But like the headless hunter team, they will often organize some interesting activities, such as participating in horseback juggling and overhead polo hunters. You can also participate in banquets held by various ghosts. Everyone can invite them. I'm proud of participating." Speaking of his favorite headless hunter team, Allen felt that Nick's transparent eyes were glowing.

　　 Just then, a transparent owl flew into the underground classroom with a transparent letter in his mouth. Allen has really gained insight. Before, only seeing animals in textbooks can turn into ghosts. Now I have the honor to see it with his own eyes, and the letter between ghosts is also transparent.

　　 However, Allen, who guessed the content of the letter, was reluctant to stay any longer. It was a sad thing to see other people's hopes broken, and Allen did not want to see Nick's gaffe. Allen believes that Nick needs a quiet space to organize his emotions.

　　 "Sir Patrick Podmore, I have other things, so I'll say goodbye to you!" Allen said goodbye politely.

　　Nick’s mind has been completely occupied by this transparent letter~www.NovelMTL.com~ He waved his hand and allowed Alan to leave.

　　 Alan left the gloomy underground classroom. It was still raining outside. Although it was not as abrupt as the morning, he also left many little wizards inside.

On the first floor of the castle, passing by Filch’s office, the door of Filch’s office suddenly opened. The four Gryffindor third-graders left with an expression of incredibly joyful expression. An owl flew out. It seemed that Mr. Filch had also received a letter that made him very happy, otherwise, how could these Gryffindors who had just made him angry so easily be let go.

　　 In the evening, Harry came to Alan and invited him to join the almost headless Nick’s death party. Allen thought he was very kind, but Harry was too kind!

"Harry, there will be a Halloween party that day! I heard Professor Flitwick say that Professor Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance group for everyone. I am absolutely not interested in going to the ghost's death party. "Rejecting Harry directly, Allen felt even more wise that he had not stayed in front of Nick for a long time before!

Harry also told Alan about the contents of the letter that Filch received today-Harry soiled the castle at night, was caught in the office by Filch and locked up, and found that Filch was writing a letter The reply is to sign up for a quick spell recitation correspondence course. But actually for the dumb gun, any correspondence course is useless. I wonder if the magic potion will be useful? But apparently in time when potions were less scarce in ancient times, no wizard was willing to use such precious potions to lavishly use dumb guns and Muggles, let alone now.

　　 What Alan did not expect was that after he had washed and was about to rest, he also received a letter!