Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

When Eric opened his eyes again, the familiar pale yellow stone walls of Hogwarts came into view again.

Because of returning to the main world, some functions of the system seemed to have finally returned to normal, and they were buzzing continuously at the moment.

Slowly exhaling, he rolled over his numb and uncontrollable body, got up from the ground, shook his somewhat confused brain, and supported himself on the wall beside him.

When he left the mission world, he was pushed off the cliff by a force. Just like when he arrived in that world, the body he occupied also returned to the river under the cliff.

After his consciousness disappeared from that body, the feeling of falling was still preserved in his soul, so when he returned to his body, his legs were a little weak and he fell uncontrollably. on the ground.

After suppressing the nausea in his chest, Eric exhaled and took a step forward.

"Boom boom~"

A hollow sound sounded from his feet, as if something had been kicked down by him, making a collision in the corridor.

Eric looked down and caught two objects that looked like wooden cups in his still blurry vision.

what is this?

A breeze blew past him, and Eric suddenly felt a chill, and his originally confused brain became clear.

wind?Why is there wind in the system's responsive room?

Eric's blurred eyes finally recovered his vision. He looked at the empty corridor in front of him and the oil lamps and torches hanging on the walls on both sides, with a dazed look on his face.

Isn't this the corridor in the school?

Lying on the ground not far away, what Eric just kicked away was not a cup, but the space prop that Professor Seamus had given him before - a Russian matryoshka doll.

"You finally woke up?"

Just when Eric was puzzled, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Before he could react, a milky white translucent ghost passed through his body and turned to his before.

As she passed through his body, Eric felt as if he was being doused in a bucket of ice water from head to toe, and shivered unnaturally.

The ghost that passed through his body was the female ghost who stroked his head at the opening party. At this moment, she was floating in front of Eric, tilting her head and looking at him curiously: "What was your state just now?" It’s so strange, like I’m sleepwalking, walking in the corridor on the eighth floor with my eyes closed, I called you several times in a row, but you ignored me.”

With that said, she approached Eric's body again and sniffed it carefully with her nose. As she came closer, Eric's face felt the cold chill again, and his skin felt unnaturally numb.

The ghost smelled him carefully several times, then took a step back. Under the light of the corridor, Eric saw her face clearly for the first time.

Strictly speaking, it is more appropriate to call this female ghost a girl. Although her clothes and decorations are relatively old, her appearance and body look like she is only eighteen or nineteen years old, in the prime of her youth.

I don’t know what caused such a young girl to lose her life.

Eric couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart as he looked at the girl in front of him who tilted her head and looked curious.

"It's strange. The smell on your body seems to be a little different from just now. Your breath smells fresh now, but just now it smelled like decay."

The female ghost crossed her arms and rubbed her chin with her left hand. A thoughtful look appeared on her face. She stared at Eric closely and looked up and down. Then she seemed to realize the mistake in her words, waved her hands in a hurry and said awkwardly: "I'm not saying you stink, don't mind. I just smelled a bit of stink when I passed by you."

Um, can ghosts smell?

Eric looked at the seemingly young girl in surprise, and curiously asked his doubts.

"Of course, we were once humans. Even if we die and become ghosts, we will still retain some human functions. For example, I have a very sensitive sense of smell. I can smell the different smells of everyone, especially their Emotions, I can tell when I smell them.”

The girl answered his doubts seriously, and at the same time took a deep breath again, pointed at Eric and said: "For example, you, your mood is a bit sad now, but it doesn't have that gloomy taste... huh? You are Are you mourning for me?"

Eric raised his eyebrows in surprise, surprised by the ghost's special ability.

"Don't be sad for me. It's been so long that I've forgotten how I died." The girl waved her hand with a smile and extended her hand to Eric: "By the way, my name is Luo silent."

Eric looked at the ghost Romer who had regained his enthusiasm and liveliness. He stretched out his right hand to hold her slender palm, and felt a cold touch on his fingertips, as if he was holding an ice cube: "I am Eric. ·Welfare."

"I know you!" Romer smiled and retracted his hand: "The only freshman who was assigned to the Wizarding Prison by the Sorting Hat, I can guarantee that your sorting ceremony will definitely be the most interesting one in Hogwarts in these years."

The girl's ghost eyes curled up with a smile. She looked at Eric who had returned to normal. She waved her hand and said, "Okay, I just wanted to wake you up because I saw you were sleepwalking. Now that you have returned to normal, Now, I’ll go back first, come and play with me when you have time, I live in the astronomy tower.”

Romer pointed in a direction, touched the little wizard's head, and passed through the wall with a smile, leaving Eric standing alone in the corridor.

"Thank you!"

Eric looked at the wall where the girl disappeared, nodded slowly, picked up the two separated matryoshka dolls, held them in his hands and squinted at them, then closed them with force and threw them into the system backpack.

But the moment he put away the matryoshka doll, he suddenly noticed something strange. He took out the wand from the system backpack, quickly turned around and looked at the empty corridor behind him, and shouted with a vigilant look: "Who, come out!"

After completing the task, the system awakened a sixth sense skill for him.

The so-called sixth sense, that is, in addition to the five senses of the human body, the inner sense hidden in the human body is also called supersensory perception.

When the sense of mind is developed to a certain extent, human beings will awaken an ability, such as wizards. All wizards are born with a powerful sixth sense and can sense the magical power in the world and use them.The strength of their sixth sense also distinguishes the strength of their strength and understanding.

The stronger a person's sixth sense is, the other five senses will become stronger and the person will be more sensitive to the world around him.

The moment the matryoshka doll disappeared from his hand, Eric noticed a thorny feeling on his back like someone was watching him, which made him instantly vigilant.

But when he turned around, the feeling of being watched disappeared instantly.

Eric squinted his eyes, feeling that the atmosphere after his return was a bit strange.

Why did I appear in the corridor when I was clearly lying in the Room of Requirement? Only I should be able to enter and exit the systematic Room of Requirement. Could it be...

There was noise from students at the bottom of the stairs not far behind him. Eric looked carefully at the corridor for a while, put away his wand and turned around to leave.

There were no red dots on the system map, and the feeling of being watched was only fleeting. It was probably that the person who just stared at him really just passed by for a fleeting moment.

The moment Eric left the corner of the corridor, a tall and thin figure wearing a hood suddenly appeared in the void. Looking at the empty corridor, he slowly lowered his head and stared at his hanging figure. At the foot of his left foot, he snorted softly: "I see, that's interesting!"

As he finished speaking, he crushed his foot down, making an inaudible pop sound, as if he had crushed a transparent balloon, and his toes crushed on the ground.

Looking at the quiet corridor again, he snapped his fingers with his left hand under his sleeve, and the figure disappeared in the distortion.

Just when he snapped his fingers, his slightly swaying left hand moved his sleeve, revealing a ring on his middle finger. The wings on the outer ring of the ring reflected a silver light in the dim corridor.