Chapter 96： The female ghost and the singer

Chapter 96 The female ghost and the singer

With a "pop" sound, a ball of mud circled the students blocking the way at a tricky angle and hit the marble slab in front of Filch.

Administrator Filch was staring at the mud in front of him, his face suddenly turned ugly, and there was an aura around him that no one should approach.

Albert and Lee Jordan also noticed the changes in the corridor, stopped, and looked with other students toward the source of the low pressure.

Filch turned his head stiffly and looked in the direction where the mud ball was flying, only to find another mud ball as big as a thumb flying towards him.

Filch quickly dodged sideways, his eyes lingering on the spot where he had just stood for a moment, then he suddenly pushed aside the crowd in the corridor and chased the mud ball in the direction from which it flew.

The momentum of not giving up until the culprit is caught caused the surrounding students to cast surprised glances at Filch's back, and several students were even prepared to follow behind to watch the fun.

Other students were wondering who threw the mud ball at Filch.

In the opposite direction where Filch was chasing the prisoner, the twins appeared at the corner and waved to Albert, with cheerful smiles on their faces.

"How about it." Fred and George just emerged from the nearby secret passage, and Albert raised his index finger and made a quiet gesture.

Yes, it was the Weasley brothers who just threw mud **** at Filch. They borrowed the winged slingshot that Albert found in the Room of Requirement. The mud **** they used were just obtained from the Herbology class, mixed with The dirt of Chimomon's excrement.

Of course, the twins were not aiming at Filch, but at the marble slab under his feet. However, no matter who looked at it, they thought that the mud ball was aimed at Filch.

Now, a frustrated Filch chased after him, but found nothing. He didn't know if someone would suffer an inexplicable disaster.

After returning to the lounge, they immediately took a hot shower. When they changed clothes and came down, they heard others talking about Filch. The administrator was looking for the culprit angrily.

 “Wonderful, really wonderful!” The smile on Fred’s face became even brighter, as if nothing made him happier than watching Filch deflate.

“Eat quietly.” Albert glanced at them, raised his head and nodded towards Filch in the corner of the hall.

Albert didn’t eat much for lunch, and there would be a grand Halloween party in the evening.

However, Filch's incident still made several people spend the whole afternoon happily.

 Professor Brod from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class also knew that everyone didn’t have much attention to listen to the lecture, so he spent the entire afternoon telling everyone interesting stories.

For example, in the mid-fifteenth century, a certain count in a trap was preparing for a duel with a child suspected of being a witch. He rode a war horse and held a lance, preparing to stab the boy to death with one shot. As a result, he hit the iron armor barrier released by a certain witch. He suffered broken bones all over his body and severe brain damage, and finally became a mentally retarded count.

This story immediately aroused everyone's interest in the Iron Armor Curse, but the professor said that this spell needs to wait until the senior year to be exposed to it, which disappointed most people.

"Is it difficult? By the way, doesn't Albert know this spell?" Lee Jordan muttered doubtfully. His voice was not loud, but many people heard it, which attracted a lot of suspicion to Albert. look.

Albert just smiled, without admitting or denying it. Anyway, you can guess it yourself!

 The Halloween banquet in the evening quickly eliminated everyone's lingering thoughts. When they walked into the hall, their attention was immediately attracted by the Halloween decorations in the auditorium.

Twelve huge pumpkins in the vegetable garden behind Hagrid's hut were carved into large lanterns, and two or three students could even sit inside.

A large swarm of bats flew around on the enchanted ceiling, occasionally circling above the dining table, making the candle flames flicker in the belly of the little pumpkin.

 Before the banquet started, Dumbledore first invited the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck to perform "Children, Bounce the Bludger and Throw the Quaffle."

Albert, who was sitting at the table, looked confused. He had no appreciation for the songs of this era. Although he felt that the witch singer's voice had a unique appeal, he could not compete with other songs. People are on the same channel.

While everyone is getting excited, I feel awkward sitting alone in my seat alone.

 Sanna across the table was in a similar situation to him, and also looked confused.

 Fortunately, the song did not last too long. Finally, amid the enthusiastic applause of the crowd, the witch singer and his assistants temporarily left the stage.

"Why don't you have any reaction? Don't you like Celestine Warbeck's music?"

"Very infectious music." Albert carefully organized his limited vocabulary. In fact, he wanted to say whether you were crazy just now, but after thinking twice, he swallowed this sentence back in his stomach to avoid being famous. Inundated with unidentified objects for fans.

 “Yes, Zannah.” He looked at the witch opposite.

"Very wonderful music." Zannah, who also came from the Muggle world, couldn't appreciate music of this style. When faced with Albert's inquiry, she just smiled reluctantly.

 “You don’t seem to like Celestina Warbeck’s music.” Angelina’s eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"Well, that's not the case, I just... don't listen to music often." Albert replied vaguely after swallowing the cut beef, "By the way, I thought you were also addicted to this wonderful music. It’s in, I didn’t expect…”

 “Ahem!” Angelina coughed dryly and hurriedly buried her head in eating. Alia beside her shook her head incomprehensibly.

“My whole family is a fan of Warbeck, and we like to play her songs during festivals.” Fred said vaguely while stuffing chicken drumsticks into his mouth.

"Yes." George agreed, "I heard that there is a female ghost in Celestina Warbeck's team, and they often perform together. I wonder if I can see that female ghost here."

 “Female ghost?”

This topic quickly aroused everyone's interest.

"Are you sure that's a female ghost?" Albert raised his eyebrows and asked, "The female ghost is a dark creature. It is said that hearing her cry is fatal."

"Celestina Warbeck is the most popular singer in the UK. It is said that she graduated from Hogwarts." Li Jordan said: "However, the rumors about the female ghost are true. My mother likes the song about the female ghost very much. Choral songs.”

"How do you know?" Shanna asked curiously, "And her female ghost companion did not appear here today?"

"Principal Dumbledore will definitely not allow female ghosts to appear in Hogwarts. That will scare many timid students." Albert recalled the introduction of female ghosts in "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense", "Female Ghosts" The ghost has long black hair that reaches the ground, a face like a skull, and eyes glowing green."

 “Is it something like that?”

 Suddenly, someone asked.

 “What it looks like.”

 “In the stands…”

Albert looked sideways towards the stage, and his expression suddenly froze. Before he could put it into his mouth, the fried potatoes slipped from his hand and fell onto the plate together with the fork with a clang.

 That’s right, the thing on the stage is really similar to what Albert just described.

Having black mopping hair, a face like a skull, and green eyes glowing, yes, she is a female ghost.

She opened her mouth wide, and suddenly, a weird scream echoed in the auditorium.

At the moment when the scream started, the musical accompaniment also started, and the two voices were cleverly blended together. Celestina Warbeck, an already elderly witch singer, was holding a long golden Microphone, start singing selflessly.

To use Albert’s words, this person is simply singing with all his life. However, the female ghost's scream was not as sharp and harsh as the legend says. Instead, it was successfully integrated into the soundtrack and became part of the entire song.

However, the most admirable thing was the dancer who danced with the female ghost. Albert wondered how the other party could overcome the psychological pressure caused by the female ghost.

After the song ended, even Albert couldn't help but clap along with everyone. It wasn't that he understood the song, but he admired the guys on the stage for being able to use the accompaniment to cover the screams of the female ghost and create such a Fantastic songs.

 Setina Warbeck's third piece begins at the end of the All Saints' Day feast. After everyone learned the title of the song plus "You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Get My Heart", it aroused a very enthusiastic response, and the applause almost lifted the roof off.

 “Is this song famous?” Albert asked doubtfully.

"very famous."

"My mother always wanted to go to her live concerts, but the tickets were often sold out at the beginning. (The ticket prices for her concerts often doubled exponentially on the black market.) It is said that at that time, Celestina Warbeck had just When "You Stole My Pot But You Can't Get My Heart" was released, fans rushed to the concert regardless of the cost, causing a three-broomstick collision," Fred explained. .

 “Oh.” Albert just said oh in a moderate tone. Since he was not a star-chasing person, he took this aspect very lightly. Of course, Albert was curious about the charm of this song, so he quickly pricked up his ears and listened carefully:

 You think you are a good wizard who conquered me with your spells

 But guess what, Mr. Wizard, you don’t really know me

You think you’re smart, but you’re actually a liar

 …

 You stole my pot

 and the toad in the pond

　Crystal bottle for storing memories

 …

 You stole my pot, but you can’t get my heart!

　　 (Her heart!)

 After the singing ended, Albert still looked confused.

To be honest, the song is not very good, or it is the style of the magic world, and I can’t appreciate it after all. And, without a female ghost soundtrack, this song isn’t even as good as the last one. At that moment, Albert felt that he could no longer face the aesthetics of the magical world.

Looking at the people around him applauding vigorously, Albert also pretended to applaud, and there were calls for another song in his ears. However, the brief chaos was quickly calmed down by Dumbledore.

Seldine Warbeck left, taking her team and the ghost out of Hogwarts.

 Halloween party ended with a sigh of regret. Albert followed the surging crowd back to the Gryffindor common room.

Along the way, he heard many people talking about female ghosts.

“How many people will have nightmares today?” Mark put his arm around Albert’s shoulders and asked with a half-smile.

"I don't know. However, I think it's a wonderful and bold idea, isn't it?" Albert didn't care about Mark's joke, waved his hands towards Mario and the others and said: "I think when they formed the circus , you can invite Peeves to join."

“What a brilliant idea.” Mark blinked and smiled, “By the way, you haven’t come to training for a long time.”

"Isn't this busy?" Albert was very surprised at the way Mark changed the topic, "The homework is never finished, and I need to participate in the Transfiguration Club every week."

"Charlie wants you to take over his Seeker position." Mark said directly: "To be honest, there is really no one in Gryffindor who can take over this position."

"Ahem, maybe a more powerful person will appear next year or the year after." After noticing Mark's "Do you believe it yourself?" expression, Albert said helplessly: "Okay, if it's true There’s nothing suitable... let’s talk about it then.”

“You are very suitable to be a seeker.” Charlie appeared out of nowhere, smiled and patted Albert on the shoulder.

　　Everyone will be optimistic about Albert. In fact, during a friendly Quidditch match, Albert actually caught the Golden Snitch in front of Charlie. This made Charlie think that Albert was very suitable to be his successor.

 After all, in the game of Quidditch, the seeker is very important and almost determines the outcome of a game.

"You know, I play Quidditch just for fun." Albert, who was caught between the two, looked helpless.

"Playing Quidditch will not prevent you from becoming an excellent wizard. Professor McGonagall was also an excellent seeker when she was young. Look, she is better than anyone else in Transfiguration. You are How can her protégé not know how to play Quidditch?"

Yes, Albert is Professor McGonagall's protégé, at least that's what some people think.

Although Albert was quite happy to hear Charlie and the others say that, he actually understood why Charlie and the others cared so much about this matter.

 No way, Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch championship in several years.

 Albert actually didn't care too much about this, because after Charlie graduated, there was still Harry Potter as the cylinder head, and the position of seeker would naturally be taken by Potter.

 That's right, please call him: Harry Savior Potter.

 Although in Albert's eyes, he is a scapegoat.

"Ah!" Albert sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to cover a yawn, then picked up the pillow next to him and smacked the Weasley brothers who were tap dancing and singing tune-deaf songs in the dormitory.

Merlin’s beard, is this the legendary sequelae of attending a concert?

 Actually, it’s no wonder the two were excited. It was a rare thing to hear Celestine Warbeck’s concert live.

“By the way, should we go on a night outing?” George suggested.

　　"Another day, throw the pillow over." Albert raised his hand to take the pillow thrown over by Fred, covered another yawn, and lay back on the bed. It was easy to feel sleepy after eating.

 (End of this chapter)