Chapter 1143

"A zombie is a corpse inspired by a dark spell. It's not alive. It's just a puppet following the orders of a wizard. A ghost, I believe you all know now, is a dead soul separated from the world. Of course, as porter cleverly told us, it is transparent... "

Snape's voice was loud, and the irony was obvious.

"But what's wrong with that?" Ron doesn't know what's going on. Snape's mockery of Harry seems to make Ron a little hard to accept.

Fanlin looked at Ron in surprise, trying to persuade him not to provoke Snape. However, Ron was obviously wrong. His eyes were probably a way of encouragement.

"The way the soul exists in the world is nothing but ghosts. They are transparent, three-dimensional human forms, which are easy to identify, just like those ghosts in Hogwarts..."

There was a burst of laughter from class, but it was immediately suppressed by Snape's glance at the whole class.

"Gryffindor ten more," Professor Snape said impatiently. "I don't want to hear your ridiculous remarks, Ronald Weasley. If the knowledge of ghosts is limited to this, I advise you to stay away from your good friend, porter?"

Almost at the same time, both van Lin and Hermione turned their faces at Harry, and Harry was no better than the powder keg in the face of Snape.

"No!" Hermione whispered, holding Harry's arm before Harry opened his mouth angrily. "Come on, you just finished your confinement!"

"Now open your textbook and turn 23 pages," Professor Snape sneered. "Read the first two paragraphs of the imprisonment curse. If you don't want to tie yourself up, just remember the next words for me

It can be said that Ron was very depressed in this class. When the bell rang, lavender caught up with him. It seems that lavender had planned to forgive Ron, but now Ron is in a bad mood, and lavender has chosen a wrong way.

She complained about Snape's dissatisfaction, but it seemed to only irritate Ron?

Who knows what logic this is?

Maybe Ron agrees with Snape's ability?

It must be admitted that Snape taught defense against the dark arts class, the effect is not worse than lupin, and many small skills are refreshing, which shows that Snape is more brilliant.

However, it is also possible that Ron lacks some patience and has little hesitation Ron and Harry make a detour to the boys' bathroom.

"I'll go and have a look." Leave Hermione to appease Wende, and Fanlin runs after him.

"Snape was right, wasn't he?" Ron said after staring at a broken mirror for a minute or two, "I don't know if I'm worth it. I just can't catch a hanging ghost."

"You'd better go to Hogsmeade and see where they can catch you," said Harry, comforting Ron, who has successfully lost himself in the spectre of Snape's verbal attack. "It's much more fun than a silly guess anyway."

"Oh, come on, the ghost of Hogwarts is mostly an idea." Van Lin shook his head. "What can cause danger to the wizard is not so much ghosts as evil spirits, because death has accumulated enough resentment, and then with a little chance..."

"Opportunity?"

"For example, magic circle, or natural terrain." Fanlin said, "and others are more dangerous. The gathering of bones, or things like tombs, some dangerous black magic objects, can only play a more powerful role than imagined when they catch all kinds of things. For example, Pippi ghost can only influence some objects, even worse than Myrtle... "

"Wait, what are you talking about? Myrtle Harry said suddenly, his eyes lit up. "I mean, we can Myrtle? This is the boys' bathroom! "

Harry raised a decibel, which startled Vaseline. Looking back, Myrtle was floating out of the bathroom, staring at them behind her glasses.

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

It seems that myrtle is a little boring. Maybe the three of them are a little boring?

"Who do you think it is?" Ron stares at her from the mirror.

"I don't know. It's not who!" Said myrtle, unhappily wiping a stain off her chin. "He said he came to see me, but you all came in to see me." She gave Harry a reproachful look. "I haven't seen you for months. I don't expect too many boys."

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

"Yes," Myrtle shrugged angrily, "but that doesn't mean I can't go anywhere else. I came to your bathroom to see you, remember?"

"Obviously!" Harry said, obviously, from Harry's tone of voice, it was definitely not a pleasant experience."But I think he likes me," said Myrtle plaintively. "Maybe he will come back after you two leave. We have a lot of similarities, and I think he feels the same way." Myrtle looks at the floor hopefully.

"Who is he?" Asked Fanlin.

Harry looked at Vaseline. Apparently, Harry thought of a man.

If there's anything to do with myrtle at Hogwarts right now In addition to Malfoy, who expropriated the myrtle bathroom, Fanlin did not expect anyone else to be associated with a ghost wandering in the pipeline.

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

"No," protested myrtle, her echo echoing in the old bathroom. "I mean he's sensitive, people scare him, he feels lonely, no one can talk, he's not afraid to say what he feels and cry!"

"Cry?" Vaseline looked at Harry, which describes Well It doesn't seem to match the image of Malfoy.

Think of Malfoy's self righteous manner in the past, and no one in Slytherin, or in Hogwarts at all, dared to satirize Malfoy but a few of them.

If there is, Malfoy will definitely let him know the consequences of the iron.

……

"You mean There's a boy crying here? " Harry asked curiously, "a young boy?"

"Attention, please!" When Ron laughs, Myrtle stares at Ron with her little eyes. "I promised I won't tell anyone, I'll keep his secret..."

"It's not a tomb, is it?" Ron sniffed. "Maybe it's a sewer."

"Oh, no, don't do this..." Van Lin shook his head, myrtle is a sensitive one, and now, apparently Myrtle has some secrets that others don't know, such as the crying Malfoy angel?

Myrtle is a girl, and it must be admitted that Malfoy's face for this age I mean, girls at the age of myrtle's death are very attractive.

But before van Lin could ask, Myrtle was so angry that she began to cry. Then she turned around and rushed back to the bathroom, splashing water all over the floor.

"You're right," said Ron, tossing his schoolbag on his shoulder happily. I'll go to Hogsmeade to practice before I test.

"Then I can only advise you to put on your cape. At least it won't make you feel too cold." Fanlin said helplessly, but Harry didn't feel sorry.

There's a goal, isn't it.

It's not unusual not to see Myrtle in Myrtle's toilet, because Myrtle likes to wander through Hogwarts' dilapidated downpipes, but now

Good, this ghost girl The ghost girl successfully attracted the attention of the big man.

So, it's the weekend, and Ron and Hermione and the other sixth graders who are about to be seventeen years old are going to be tested in two weeks.

Unfortunately, van Lin was smaller than Harry, so he had to ask Professor McGonagall to attend the test in advance.

It made Harry jealous, but Van Lin waited for a year

This is really a bit too much. In fact, it seems that early admission is not a good thing.

Harry was very envious to notice that the three of them were preparing to go to the village. He could only miss the trip. The beautiful spring had come and the sky was so clear that everyone had to watch for a long time.

In any case, he decided to use the time to look again for new discoveries.

"The best thing you can do is go to Slughorn's office and ask him to give you that memory!" When Harry told Fanlin and Hermione about the plan at the entrance of the auditorium, Hermione said it truthfully.

"As a matter of fact, I've tried it already!" Harry pleaded, "I lingered after potion this week trying to test him in the corner, but he quickly left the dungeon room and I couldn't catch up with him."

On two occasions, Harry went to Slughorn's office and knocked on the door, but no one responded, although the second time he was sure he heard the sound of turning off the old gramophone quickly.

"He doesn't want to go with me, Hermione! He knows what I'm trying to do, but he won't let it happen Harry said with some frustration that it is always difficult for a stubborn old professor to deal with it, just like failing to take a course. After all, the old professor lacks nothing. Moreover, it is enough to destroy slakhon's long-standing reputation. Obviously, this is not easy to do.

"Well, you've done your best, haven't you?" Hermione stares at Harry tightly, which makes Harry feel a little uneasy.

Van Lin had to pull Hermione back, and it was time to show off his masculinity.

A small group of students are waiting to pass Fitch's inspection. He is holding a secret sensor. Harry walks forward without saying a word to Fitch. He hopes that van Lin and Hermione, oh And Ron, who's with lavender now.I hope they have good luck.

Before he could say goodbye, Harry returned to the castle and climbed the marble stairs, determined that whatever Hermione said, he would spend an hour or two on Myrtle.

When he turned out of the hall entrance, Harry took out the map of the living point and his invisibility cloak. After putting on his clothes, he tapped on the map and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I didn't do anything good.".

Just like on Sunday morning, almost all the students were in the common room. Gryffindor's lounge was in one tower, Ravenclaw was in the other, Slytherin was in the dungeon, and hefbaf's was in the basement by the kitchen.

The library and the up stairs were surrounded by people hanging around, some outside, and one, with his stomach in the corridor on the second floor, was George Goyle.

Although it was not clear what they were doing inside, Harry was not worried that Malfoy would be there as long as Goyle stood outside to guard, whether or not the map of the living spot showed.

Harry quickly ran up the stairs and slowed down at the corner of the corridor. He crept very slowly towards a small looking girl with a heavy brass balance in her hand. Hermione had kindly helped the little girl two stars ago.

Harry was waiting behind her right, and suddenly he said softly, "hello You're beautiful, aren't you? "

All of a sudden, Goyle let out a terrible scream, threw away the scale, ran away in a hurry, before the echo of the broken balance disappeared.

Harry laughed and looked into the corridor behind him. He was sure that Draco Malfoy knew someone would stop outside, but he didn't dare to show up. Harry was very happy at the thought.

But the hope didn't last long. Half an hour or an hour later, Harry tried to see what Malfoy was doing in the bathroom, but as before, nothing happened.

Snake language, or whatever. In short, Harry didn't find anything. It was like a Muggle house, but it was so remote that no one came.

Harry was a little disappointed, Malfoy may just be far away from him, no trace left, Harry lost his patience, angry rushed out of the bathroom.

"Ah

Without paying attention, Harry kicked on the door frame. Suddenly, Harry jumped up on one foot and his invisibility cloak tripped him.

"Harry?"

When he heard someone call him, Harry turned back. To his surprise, it was Tonks, who came over as if she was always hanging out in the corridor.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked. He didn't understand why Tonks always appeared when he was lying on the floor.

"I'll see Dumbledore," Tonks said wearily.

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

"His office is no longer here," said Harry, "on the other side of the castle, behind the monster..."

"I know," Tonks said, "he's not here, obviously just left."

"Is it?" Said Harry, carefully putting his injured foot back to the ground.

"Well You don't know where he went. "

"Obviously." Tonks made a rare joke, "or I won't have to wander around the castle."

"Why did you come to see him?"

"It's nothing special," Tonks said, unconsciously pulling his sleeve. I just thought he might know what to do. I heard rumors Someone was hurt. "

"Yes, I know, it's been reported in the papers," said Harry. "The kid wanted to kill him The prophet daily often does this kind of thing... "

But Tonks was absent-minded. She didn't seem to be listening to Harry.

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

"Oh, no, nothing." Tonks regained his composure and forced himself to recover. "I think I may be a little tired recently. I think I should go to Dumbledore. See you later, Harry. I'll come to see you often."

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!