HP Magic Biography

A zombie is a corpse inspired by a dark spell. It's not alive. It's just a puppet obeying the wizard's orders. A ghost, I believe you all understand by now, is a dead soul that has left the world. Of course, as Potter wisely told Ours is transparent...

Snape's voice paused, the sarcasm in his words was quite obvious.

But, what's wrong with that? Ron didn't know what was going on, and Snape's mocking Harry seemed a little hard for Ron to accept.

Fan Lin looked at Ron in surprise, trying to persuade him not to provoke Snape, but obviously Ron would be wrong, his eyes were probably a way of encouragement.

The way souls exist in this world is to become ghosts. They are transparent, three-dimensional human figures, which are easy to identify, just like those ghosts in Hogwarts...

There was a burst of laughter in the class, but it was immediately suppressed by Snape's sweeping glances at the class.

Another ten points from Gryffindor, Professor Snape said impatiently, I don't want to hear your ridiculous remarks, Ronald Weasley, if your knowledge of ghosts is limited to this, I I advise you to stay away, and hide behind your good friend, Potter?

Almost at the same time, Fan Lin and Hermione turned their faces on Harry at the same time. When facing Snape, Harry was no stronger than a powder keg.

No! Hermione said in a low voice, grabbing Harry's arm before Harry opened his mouth angrily, Come on, you just came out of confinement!

Now open your textbook and turn to page 23, Professor Snape sneered, read the first two paragraphs of the Imprisonment Curse. If you don't want to tie yourself up, just memorize the next words .”

It can be said that Ron was very depressed in this class. When the bell rang, Lavender caught up with Ron. It seemed that Lavender had planned to forgive Ron, but now Ron was in a bad mood, and Lavender De chose the wrong way again.

She complained of displeasure with Snape,

But the move seemed to just irritate Ron?

Who knows what logic this is?

Maybe Ron agrees with Snape's abilities?

It must be admitted that the effect of Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was no worse than that of Lupine's, and many tricks were refreshing, which made Snape even more brilliant.

However, it is also possible that Ron lacked some patience and hardly hesitated... Ron and Harry made a detour and walked to the boys' bathroom together.

I'll take a look. Leaving Hermione to appease Lavender, Fan Lin quickly chased after her.

Snape's right, isn't it? said Ron after staring at a broken mirror for a minute or two, I don't know if I'm worth a try, I just can't catch a hanger.

You'd better go to Hogsmeade to practice and see where they can catch you, Harry said consolingly, and Ron successfully fell into the confusion of ghosts under the blow of Snape's words. Anyway, it's a lot more fun than foolishly getting bogged down in speculation.

Oh, forget it, most of the ghosts in Hogwarts are just thoughts. Fan Lin shook his head, Those that can cause danger to wizards are not so much ghosts as evil spirits. Because death has accumulated enough resentment, and then combined with a little opportunity...

opportunity?

For example, a magic circle, or a naturally formed terrain. Fan Lin said, others are more dangerous, the gathering of bones, or something similar to the mausoleum, some dangerous black magic items, Evil spirits can exert power beyond imagination only when they catch various objects. For example, Peeves can only affect some real objects, not even as good as Myrtle...

Wait, what are you talking about? Myrtle? Harry said suddenly, his eyes lighting up. I mean, can we... Myrtle? It's the boys bathroom!

Harry raised a decibel, which startled Fan Lin, and when he turned around, Myrtle was coming out of the bathroom and floating in mid-air, staring at them indifferently behind her glasses.

Oh, she said gloomily, it's the three of you.

Myrtle looks a bit boring, maybe the three of them are a bit of an eyesore?

Who do you think? Ron stared at her unkindly from the mirror.

I don't know, it's not who! said Myrtle, unhappily wiping a little stain from her chin. He said he came to see me, but you came in to see me all of a sudden. She looked at Harry reproachfully. One glance, I haven't seen you in months, and I don't expect too many boys anymore.

No... I mean, this is the boys' bathroom... I thought you lived in the girls' bathroom? Harry said.

Yes, Myrtle shrugged angrily, but that doesn't mean I can't go elsewhere. I visited you in your bathroom, remember?

Obviously! Harry said, obviously, from Harry's tone, it was definitely not a pleasant experience.

But I think he likes me. Myrtle said sadly that maybe after the two of you leave, he will come back. We have many similarities, and I think he feels the same way. Myrtle looked at the floor hopefully.

Who is he? Fan Lin asked.

Harry looked at Fan Lin, obviously, Harry thought of someone.

If there is anything related to Myrtle at Hogwarts at this moment... Apart from Malfoy, who confiscated Myrtle's bathroom, Fan Lin really can't think of anyone else who could be related to a ghost wandering in the pipes of.

You say you're alike, Ron's voice brightened. You mean he lives in a tap too?

No, protested Myrtle, her echo echoing in the old washroom, I mean he's sensitive, and people scare him, and he's lonely too, with no one to talk to, and he's not afraid to say He feels and cries!

Crying? Fan Lin looked at Harry, this description... um... It doesn't seem to match Malfoy's image.

Think about Malfoy's self-righteous look in the past, and, in Slytherin, or in other words, the entire Hogwarts, there is no one else who dares to mock Malfoy casually except for a few of them.

If so, then Malfoy will definitely let him know the consequences of the head iron.

...

You mean... a boy crying here? Harry asked curiously. A young boy?

Please pay attention! Myrtle stared at Ron with her small eyes when Ron laughed, I promised that I would not tell anyone, and I would keep his secret...

Not a tomb, is it? Ron snorted. Maybe a sewer.

Oh, no, don't be like this... Fan Lin shook his head, Myrtle is a sensitive horse, and now, it is clear that Myrtle has some secrets that others don't know, for example, the crying little angel of Malfoy ?

Myrtle was a girl, and it must be admitted that Malfoy's face was very attractive to a girl of his age... I mean, the age when Myrtle died.

But before Fan Lin could ask anything, Myrtle burst into tears with anger, and then, as soon as she turned around, she rushed back to the bathroom, splashing water everywhere on the floor, which made Ron feel as if she was stimulated. very fresh.

You're right, said Ron, throwing his schoolbag over his shoulders cheerfully, I'll go to Hogsmeade to practice before my test.

Then I can only advise you, put on the cloak, at least it won't make you feel too cold. Fan Lin said helplessly, but Harry didn't think it was a pity.

You have a goal, don't you?

Not seeing Myrtle in Myrtle's toilet is not in itself an unusual occurrence, as Myrtle likes to hang out in Hogwarts' disrepaired sewer pipes, but now...

Very good, this female ghost... the female ghost successfully attracted the boss' attention.

So, it's the weekend ahead, and Ron and Hermione and the other sixteen-year-olds who are about to turn seventeen have a fortnight to test.

Sadly, Fan Lin was younger than Harry, so Fan Lin had to ask Professor McGonagall to take this test in advance.

This made Harry jealous, but Fan Lin had to wait for a year...

This is indeed a bit too much, in fact, early admission does not seem to be a good thing.

Harry noticed with jealousy that Fanlin and the three of them were preparing to go to the village, he could only miss this trip, the beautiful spring had arrived, and the sky was so clear that everyone had to stare at it for a long time.

In any case, he decided to use this time to look again and see if he found anything new.

The most important thing you should do is go to Slughorn's office and beg him to give you that memory! When Harry told Van Lin and Hermione the plan at the entrance of the auditorium, Hermione said truthfully .

Actually, I've tried! Harry argued, I dawdled around trying to test him around the corner after Potions class this week, but he left the dungeon room so quickly I couldn't catch up.

Twice Harry went to Slughorn's office and knocked on the door, but there was no answer, although the second time he was sure he heard the sound of an old gramophone being quickly switched off inside.

He doesn't want to come with me, Hermione! He knows what I'm trying to do, but he won't let it happen! Harry said with some frustration, a stubborn old professor is always difficult to deal with, like It's like failing a class. After all, the old professor has everything. Moreover, this is enough to ruin Slughorn's reputation for a long time. Obviously, this is not easy to do.

Well, you've tried your best, haven't you? Hermione stared at Harry, which made Harry feel a little uneasy.

Fan Lin had to pull Hermione back, it was time to show his masculinity.

A small group of students were waiting to pass Fitch's inspection. He was holding a secret sensor. Harry walked forward a few steps without saying a word to Fitch. He hoped that Van Lin and Hermione, oh... and Ron, he's with Lavender now.

Good luck to them.

With no time to say goodbye, Harry returned to the castle and climbed the marble stairs, determined that no matter what Hermione said, he was going to spend an hour or two with Myrtle.

When he was out of view of the hall entrance, Harry took out the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak. After putting on the clothes, he tapped on the map and whispered: I solemnly swear that I have done no good.

Like Sunday morning, almost all the students are in the common room, the Gryffindor common room is in one tower, Ravenclaw is in another, Slytherin is in the dungeon, Helf Buff in the basement next to the kitchen.

People loitering around the library and up the stairs, others outside, and one man with his belly in the second-floor corridor, George Goyle.

Although he didn't know exactly what they were doing inside, Harry wasn't worried. Regardless of whether the Marauder's Map showed it or not, as long as Goyle stood outside and guarded, Malfoy must be there.

Harry ran quickly up the stairs, slowed down around the corner of the corridor, and tiptoed very slowly towards a small-looking girl who was holding the heavy brass scales that Hermione had seen two weeks before. Kindly helped this little girl.

Harry, who was waiting right behind her, suddenly said softly, Hi...you're pretty, aren't you?

Immediately, Goyle let out a terrifying scream, dropped the scale, and ran away in a hurry, before the echo of the broken scale disappeared without a trace.

Harry smiled and looked towards the corridor behind him. He was sure that Draco Malfoy knew that someone outside would stop him, but he didn't dare to show up. Harry felt very happy when he thought of it.

The hopeful mood didn't last long though, and half an hour or an hour later, Harry tried to see the change in the bathroom that would reveal what Malfoy was doing, but as before, nothing happened here.

Parseltongue, or something else, in short, Harry found nothing, like a Muggle house, but it was too remote, and no one came here at all.

Harry was a little disappointed, Malfoy might have just moved away from him, leaving no clues behind, Harry lost his patience and rushed out of the bathroom angrily.

ah!

Inadvertently, Harry kicked the door frame with one foot. Suddenly, Harry jumped up on one foot, and the Invisibility Cloak tripped him.

Harry?

Hearing someone call him, Harry looked back, and to his surprise, it was Tonks, and Tonks had walked over as if she had been wandering this corridor often.

What are you doing here? Harry asked, wondering why Tonks kept showing up when he was lying on the floor.

I'm here to see Dumbledore, Tonks said wearily.

Harry thought she looked terrible, her hair was much thinner than before.

His office isn't here anymore, said Harry, it's on the other side of the castle, behind the Golem...

I know, said Tonks. He's not there, obviously just left.

Really? said Harry, carefully lowering his injured foot back to the ground.

Well...you don't know where he went.

Obviously so. Tonks joked rarely, otherwise I wouldn't have to wander around the castle.

Why did you come to see him?

Nothing special, Tonks said unconsciously, pulling his hand on his sleeve. I just thought he might know what to do. I've heard rumors...someone got hurt.

Yes, I know, it was in the papers, said Harry, that kid tried to kill him... the Daily Prophet does that kind of thing all the time...

But Tonks was a little distracted, and she didn't look like she was listening to Harry.

Hey, Tonks, what's the matter with you? Harry asked cautiously.

Oh, no, it's nothing. Tonks came back to his senses and forcibly pulled himself together, I think, I may be a little tired recently, I think, I should go to Dumbledore, then, see you later, ha Lee, I'll come and see you often.

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