The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"You'd better go and see, Professor," Sir Nicholas said quickly. "Filch is not in a good mood. He has a cold, and some third-year students accidentally smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom. Go on. He has been washing it all morning. If he sees someone dripping mud and water everywhere now, he really doesn’t know what he will do..."

Ricardo nodded: "That would be really... too tragic." But he didn't say who he was talking about.

He quickly turned the corner and came to the source of the sound. He saw Filch pointing at the mud and dirty water dripping from Harry's Quidditch uniform. His eyes were bulging in a frightening way, and the flesh on his double chin was trembling. With.

"Oh, Professor Silva," Filch saw Ricardo and greeted him while holding back his anger, "Big sizzling slugs...frog brains...mouse intestines...I've had enough. Come on! I’m going to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys!”

"Just a little mud!" said Harry.

"It's a bit of mud for you, kid, but it's another hour of scrubbing and scrubbing for me!" said Filch, a disgusting drop of snot shaking from the tip of his bulging nose. . "I suppose...crime...defile the castle...punishment suggested..."

Filch wiped the runny nose, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Harry maliciously.Harry seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for the verdict.

"Wait a minute Argus, he didn't do this intentionally," Ricardo thought for a while, but still favored this future research object, "He can be considered... um... fighting for his dream."

He really couldn't find any good words to say. After all, the Cleansing Charm or the Vanishing Charm were not advanced spells. It was not a problem to clean the clothes before entering the door. It was natural for Filch to be angry.

"Okay, for the sake of Professor Silva, I will give you a lighter punishment." Filch also knew Ricardo's dilemma - after all, people came to intercede, "Follow me! Huh. !”

"You should also be punished. After all, it is the fruit of your labor. Clean it up." Ricardo nodded and used a wandless spell to clean up the mud on Harry's body.

Harry glanced at Ricardo gratefully and followed Filch to the office.

"Thank you, Professor, I think this is indeed quite difficult," Sir Nicholas floated over and said gratefully, "Is there anything you can do for me? I would like to reciprocate a little."

Ricardo was about to say it was okay, but suddenly remembered something: This...isn't it just another research object?

At this time, Ricardo was a little obsessed...

It's delivered to your door... It's better to establish a good relationship first and then study it.

Ricardo noticed that Sir Nicholas still had Mr. Patrick's letter of rejection in his hand.

"Well...there is indeed one thing," Ricardo said carefully, "Actually...I am very interested in you ghosts..."

"It's a magical interest, I suppose," Sir Nicholas' eyes widened, "but isn't it a terrible interest? Death is a terrible thing, I think, so why be interested in ghosts?"

"A ghost can be considered a kind of soul, Sir," Ricardo said. "I think souls are really wonderful things. After all, in the Muggle world, we only have bodies and no souls. I think the curiosity about souls is one person……"

Ricardo stopped talking. He saw that Sir Nicholas was serious, as if he had heard something that should not be said.

"Professor Silva," Sir Nicholas said, "this is not something that should be studied. After all, in my memory, all wizards who are interested in souls have become dark wizards."

Ricardo rolled his eyes inwardly. If someone who learned black magic is a dark wizard, then I, Voldemort Jerry, who studied under the Dark Lord and secretly hid the Dark Lord's Horcrux, would have long been the Prince of Darkness.

"I'm just a little interested in a being like you," but Ricardo didn't want to be so suspicious. "After all, life and death are a magical thing, especially for wizards. What exactly is death? If it is sleep, then Why can ghosts come and wander in the world? If it exists in another way, why is it not under my control? If the so-called underworld is another great adventure, then when I don't want to embark on this adventure, Why can’t I go another way?”

"I think ghosts may be a matter of return, but why not return to perfection? I want to understand this existence that goes against nature and better understand death."

"Hmm... Is this..." Sir Nicholas thought for a while and suddenly said excitedly, "Maybe you can do this - although it seems too much - no, you won't want to -"

"What is it?" Ricardo asked.

"Well, this Halloween will be the five hundredth anniversary of my death." Sir Nicholas said, puffing out his chest and showing a noble look.

"Oh," said Ricardo, not sure whether to express sadness or joy at the news, "Happy sleep? Or return to happiness?"

"I'm going to hold a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom. My friends will come from all over the country. I would be honored if you could attend. Of course, your research purpose is also the most important. You're welcome - but I dare say you'd rather attend the school banquet, wouldn't you?" He looked at Ricardo anxiously.

"No," Ricardo said quickly, with an excited tone, "I'll come - it looks great!"

"Oh, dear professor! It's great that a professor is willing to attend my death anniversary party! Also," he hesitated, looking very excited, "please, could you please mention to Mr. Patrick that you think I am special?" It’s scary and very impressive, okay?”

"Of course you can," Ricardo said.

Sir Nicholas smiled at him.

"But I have to say," he recalled Ricardo's words just now, feeling a little worried, "no matter when, where, or for whatever reason, never provoke death. You must respect death so that you can live better. Even though I am dead, there are some things worth awe."

Ricardo laughed: "I understand, but to respect death, do you have to stay away from death? I want to know more things, encounter more wonderful magic, live more freely, and understand the value of life. These It doesn’t conflict with respecting death, my friend.”

"If pursuing these will lead to my downfall, then I can only say that if I hear the Tao in the morning, I will die in the evening."

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(Happy Christmas Eve to all readers! I wish you peace, joy and success in the future!)