Chapter 464

"Hey! Who can tell me what happened to 'John on Christmas Eve'?"

A lost ghost can inadvertently pass through the wall and enter Black's old house with the curse of red courage and loyalty, which is undoubtedly a defense loophole worthy of attention.

But since we can know the loopholes in advance, it is naturally a good thing.

Compared with this, Maka is now more curious about the Mr. ghost. Because from the reaction of lupin and Mundungus, there must be some interesting stories on each other.

During such a relaxing holiday, it must be a good choice to have fun with some funny stories.

"Dung, tell me! It seems that you know more than me..." lupin handed over the right to tell stories.

"Oh, it's my honor to tell Mr. McLean this little story!" Mundungus nodded with a flattering smile. "Well, that's right... Since he is called 'John on Christmas Eve', his story naturally always happens on Christmas Eve..."

John Crich is a wizard who is very good at using directional spells. But it was his rare talent that had long been such a master of directional mantra.

Generally speaking, even a road addict doesn't get lost anytime and anywhere, but John can.

Therefore, in order to make up for his defects and avoid being late for a few weeks every time because he was lost. He worked hard and practiced the directional spell and phantom development to the point of being proficient.

Since the two spells never made mistakes again, he was finally able to live like a normal person - although he had to rely on the two spells to help him everywhere.

Later, when John was twenty-eight, he married a witch.

Married life is very happy, at least John thinks so. Because his lover is a beautiful and romantic woman.

They had a good time together for three years and had two children.

The life after marriage was very sweet. Even though his wife had become a qualified mother, the family managed by her was still romantic.

On a cold and warm Christmas Eve, Mrs. Crich and her two children decorated their house well, making it look like a Christmas palace that can only be found in fairy tales.

In order to make a little joke on her husband returning from work, Mrs. Crich cast a beautiful hidden spell on her house - she planned to let John find it well.

I have to admit that Mrs. Crich thought her husband was the wizard who was best at finding places in the world!

However, John, who finished his work early that night, confirmed his direction and position with the orientation spell as usual, and happily moved the phantom.

But when he appeared in the garden that should have been in front of his house, he found that the familiar three storey building - disappeared!

oh Our Mr. John is frightened! His first reaction was that something must have gone wrong with his directional spell or phantom shifting spell!

From small to large, he was not lost, so he must be on the way to get lost. No matter how skillful the spell was, he never had a bottom in his heart.

Anxious, John tried to locate again with the orientation spell. However, he was standing on the destination at that time. No matter how he cast the spell, the wand in his palm would only spin around.

John, who thought the directional spell was completely out of control, began to lose his head.

In a hurry, he turned several times, paced and began to think of a way. But the thought that tonight is Christmas Eve and his wife and children are waiting for him at home makes him more anxious.

Finally, turning in circles, he didn't come up with a way, but he gave himself to the stunned John, cast his phantom shifting curse, and planned to find someone to ask the way.

It was this illusion in a hurry and trance that he stuffed himself into a wall.

Therefore, why does the phantom development mantra not only have to offer a 12 week course alone, but also must be at least 17 years old to sign up? Because of the danger of this spell, no wizard is allowed to ignore it.

In a small way, missing arms and legs is a mistake, which is usually caused by the failure of the idea of movement to spread all over the body; At large, like our John, he will mix the whole body with other substances during manifestation!

Mr. John Crich died on the spot while "you and I are not divided" with the wall. But perhaps because he wanted to go home for a lifetime, the resentment in the world was too strong, and he finally became a ghost.

And we know that ghosts can't cast spells. Without the help of the directional spell, he was completely lost in an endless maze.

"... every Christmas Eve, John would work harder than usual to find it. But probably because the insiders thought he was too poor, no one told him that his wife and children had long died." lupin added after montungus slowly told this ridiculous and sad story.

"Doesn't he know how long he's been looking for?" Marca said strangely.

"Maybe he can't figure it out! Because he's always lost..." lupin shrugged. "If a person can only count the days by dawn and dark, no one will be able to count for a long time."

"Or is he just confused?" Marca thought and smiled. "But maybe it's easier for him to let him get lost all the time!"

There is such a slang in the magic world: it says that "behind every ghost, there is a worried past (①).

Witches who become ghosts because of their strong will to stay, there is always an old story worth listening to behind them. But the past of Mr. John on Christmas Eve seems a little less moving.

But this is also normal, because in this world, how many people can plan their own death?

After hearing a little story full of Christmas atmosphere, Maka couldn't help stretching, and then suddenly stood up.

"I'll add some defense measures to the house so that nothing will float in through the wall next time..." he said casually as he walked outside the door, "when it's finished, I have to go out for a turn, so you don't have to wait for me!"

"Mr. McLean."

Before Marca walked out of the kitchen door, she was stopped by a voice.

"What's the matter?" he turned back. "Lena, what else?"

"Just a moment, please."

Lena gestured to Marca, then quickly walked into the inner room of the kitchen. Maka glanced at lupin and found that lupin also looked unknowingly.

Before long, Lena came to Marca with something in her hand and shook it away gently.

"Mr. McLean, please try it on."

Maka looked in surprise, but it was a wizard's robe with a black background and silver edge. Because the inner side is also lined with a layer of cashmere, it looks very warm.

"Oh, did you make this?" he said happily. "Thank you for your gift."

As he said this, with a wave of his hand, the robe he was wearing slipped down from him and flew to the back of the chair. Then he reached out and put on the new robe Lena was carrying.

"Yes, it's just the right size," Marca nodded. "It's warm."

Lena stood in front of him and looked around for a while. It seemed as if she had confirmed it. She also nodded with Marca.

"How did you think of making clothes for me?" Marca asked curiously.

"I wanted to make Lenny a new dress, so I asked Mrs. Weasley." Lena said so directly and implicitly, and whispered, "... Now you can do it at ease."

"Oh, really?" Maka said, "well, it's great that I can come in handy."

Then, in the sight of lupin and Mundungus, Maka was finally able to leave the kitchen.

"... Merry Christmas, Mr. McLean."

Lena was behind him, politely watching his back disappear outside the door.

……

It's not difficult for Maka to mend a few defensive spells for Black's old house. Soon, he put away his staff and appeared in front of Hogwarts with the power of the door key.

If he had time later, he might go to the burrow. But at present, the top priority is to visit an "old friend" in Hogsmeade village who also spends Christmas alone.

Like other places, today's Hogsmeade village is also a colorful scene.

All kinds of lights with Christmas colors illuminate the wizard village covered with snow all year round. Large and small snowmen swagger forward in the snow. From time to time, they pull out the slender carrot on their partner's face as a nose, which makes his partner jump for a while.

Here, you can also see several students staying in Hogwarts for Christmas. There are not many such students, but there are always some.

Even if they can't get together with their families, they can enjoy this beautiful holiday in Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.

Maka kept walking along the village streets. After turning a corner, she came to the door of the old bar with a wild pig's head hanging at the door.

The Dumbledore of Hogwarts has left, and the Dumbledore of the pig head bar will feel a little lonely about it?

Especially on such a day when the whole family should be reunited, I'm afraid that the sadness in his heart will make aberforth's heart more empty - even if their brothers and children had been at odds for some reason a long time ago.

"Squeak --"

Marca reached out and pushed open the door of the bar.