v2 Chapter 103： Nearly Headless Nick (National Day Special

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With the end of the game, Tom's Anniversary Act IV is completely over, and he has successfully completed three mission objectives. This was a bit beyond his expectations: after he had given away a full 80,000 people, he thought he could only complete two tasks, but in the end, Hermione was so powerful that he forced him to lie down and win.

"How is it? This wizard chess is good, right?" Professor Flitwick said proudly, pointing to the cities that were still smoking on the sand table. Just now, every command they gave on the parchment would affect the **** troops on the sand table, allowing them to fight in the mountains and cities.

Tom said with admiration from the bottom of his heart: "It's a game that is ahead of the times. It must have used a lot of complex and superb magic spells for this kind of wizard chess, right?"

Tom changed the conversation and talked about the various spells that Professor Flitwick used to make chess pieces. Flitwick did not hide any secrets, and told Tom about the spells one by one.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and finally slapped him: "I still have a little bit of my experience in studying magic spells over the years, wait a minute, I'll bring it to you."

"Flying notes!" As a spell master, Professor Flitwick naturally couldn't go to the office to get the notes, so he directly cast a flying spell and "summoned" his notes from the office.

Wizards may lose some things, and may not have enough frontal combat power, but wizards' magic can greatly facilitate daily life. For example, wizards never have to worry about not finding things. Just before going out, you find that you have forgotten where your keys, mobile phone, glasses, and masks are, which can only happen to Muggles.

The wizard can solve the problem with just a flying spell!

The Feilai Mantra is also an extremely spiritual mantra. Trying to explain magic with science is hilarious, most magic is spiritual, and science trying to explain them forcibly is like drawing a target after an arrow has been shot.

Flying spell is the same. Like most spells in the magical world, the Flying Spell is a simple-looking spell that can actually be studied in depth. In his spare time, Tom wrote a small paper on the study of the Flying Spell, which was basically finished, and he planned to send it out in a few days. Don't expect to be published in a top journal like "Magic", as long as it is a journal, but it can't be too outrageous. Tom refused to be published in "The Quibbler". Publishing articles in such magazines will be regarded as comedians.

Of course, that sentence is good, "you are dissatisfied, you can change it", of course Tom can output a lot of top articles, making "The Quibbler" a top journal in the magic world, but why? is it necessary? For example, if a Nobel Prize winner builds his laboratory in a double non-university, it can make the university leap into a 211-level school, but why do it? Aren't top2 and c9 fragrant?

There are several very classic applications of this spell, the most widely known one is to summon Firebolt, which can further raise several questions: Why is Harry Potter's Firebolt flying over, not a pendulum? Firebolt in a shop window? If Harry's Firebolt weighed a ton, would it still fly? One ton is fine, but what about ten tons, one hundred, one thousand tons?

Why not just let the golden eggs fly over? If the Flying Charm can make something fly over, can I just "fly" the eyes of the fire dragon guarding the golden egg? What happens when using the Flying Spell for a non-specific unknown object?

If these five questions can be figured out, the Feilai Curse will be completely understood by you.

First of all, Flying Spell will automatically complete the screening. For example, Tom woke up in the morning and wanted to drink water, so he shouted: the water glass flew, it must be the water glass by his bed, not the water glass in the next dormitory. Tom doesn't need to add a bunch of attributives, such as shouting "the ceramic water cup with the leftover black tea from last night" These qualifications are all completed by the spell when casting the spell, you just need to concentrate when casting the spell. Just think I want to get a water glass by my bedside.

Like other spells, the Flying Charm has a limit, if an item is too heavy, too far from the caster, or it is part of another creature, the Flying Charm is ineffective against it. As a hypothetical, a man shouts, "Here the Hogwarts Express!" Will the train come to him? Like "give me a fulcrum, I can pry up the whole earth", theoretically possible, but practically impossible, because the magic power in the wizard's body is too weak.

As for the unknown object, using the Flying Spell, you only need to change the spell. This spell is "flying", which Mrs. Weasley used to find the prank toys hidden by Fred and George . Apparently Mrs Weasley didn't know their names or their locations, but she still had a spell to confiscate all of Brother Fred's stash.

This is related to Mrs. Weasley's strength. If it is replaced by Ron, not to mention whether he will be killed by his brothers, there is a high probability that he will not be able to find all the toys.

So the Feilai Mantra generally follows three rules:

1. The size and position of the summoned object should be "appropriate". The stronger the wizard, the greater the limit distance and weight of the summoning.

2. Although there is no regulation, generally only one item will fly at a time

3. The object is not disturbed by magic. Horcruxes like the Slytherin Pendant Box cannot be summoned by a flying spell.

Of course, there is one more premise: you need to be a wizard.

Professor Flitwick opened the corridor door, took his note, and handed it to Tom.

Tom took this notebook with a black cover, and the heavy pages were already yellow.

"Thank you!" Tom thanked Professor Flitwick from the bottom of his heart. Such a book embodies Professor Flitwick's half-life efforts.

"You're welcome," Professor Flitwick sighed as he looked at the old notebook, "Anyway, after I die, this notebook will be donated to the Hogwarts Library."

But before Tom could be moved, Flitwick jumped up again and took the notes away.

"Double!" He made a copy of the note and gave the copy to Tom. He was a little embarrassed, "If there is new progress, I will add some more things..."

[Professor Flitwick's Notes on Charms (Four Stars): Notes that have yet to be perfected, which record Filius Flitwick's understanding of Charms. After earnestly participating in the research, the improvement of Charms has been greatly improved. great benefit. 】

Tom accepted the notebook under Hermione's glowing eyes.

"It's getting late," Professor McGonagall glanced at the time. "Miss Granger should go back to the lounge too."

Under such unassailable reasons, everyone stopped the game and returned to their offices or lounges to rest early. They got up the next day to decorate the castle.

The last day of October 1992 was a cloudy and rainy day. Just listening to the sound of rain by the window for a while would give rise to the idea of ​​lying on a soft bed and resting all day, but this "little luck" is destined not to belong Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch team members - they also train on days like this.

Compared with the Slytherin team, Gryffindor's side is more painful, because the Slytherin team has all changed to the most advanced brooms: Nimbus 2001, these brooms are Malfoy's father Lucius Malfoy donated to the Slytherin team, in exchange, Draco Malfoy, although only a second year, also became the team's Seeker.

According to the intelligence detected by Fred and George, these Nimbus 2001s were outrageously fast, almost like jet planes. Fred and George saw that after accelerating, the Slytherin team members riding on them directly changed. into seven blurred pale green shadows.

After learning this news, all Gryffindor team members became very worried.

In addition to these team members, several professors could not be idle. They began to arrange the Hogwarts Castle in full swing after dusk. Professor Flitwick placed some bats in various corners of the castle. They swept across the roof in groups and hung on the eaves and windows. With the addition of yellow and purple ribbons, the atmosphere of Halloween became stronger.

Of course, these are not enough, Professor Flitwick also manipulated the armor of Hogwarts, so that they can make all kinds of sounds: whirring wind, whispering, sobbing, etc., every time On the hour, they would sing hymns in unison. Professor McGonagall had turned all the lights into jack-o-lanterns, but she didn't follow Tom's advice and replaced the candles with ones that glowed a pale green—we're a Halloween party, not a haunted house, she said.

The patterns carved on the pumpkins are completely impenetrable, and the warm light from the jack-o-lanterns makes people feel at ease and feels like home. The light is so magical. The white light is a bit penetrating and dazzling. The red light always gives people a sense of oppression and makes people feel uncomfortable. Other lights of various colors also have shortcomings. Only the light yellow light makes people feel at home. of warmth.

Those students studying in foreign countries have finally settled down in the rental house after dozens of hours of traveling. They made the bed and hurriedly took a few quick bites of fast food. After washing away the dust, they lay on the bed with pillows in their arms, feeling relieved and relaxed. If at this time there is a lamp that emits a yellowish light on the bedside, it must be very reassuring, and I am afraid that you will be able to understand what "this place is my hometown".

After Professor McGonagall told Tom in this way, Tom realized that he seemed to be obsessed with the horrific atmosphere and ignored the festive factor, so he also fine-tuned his plan.

The color of the entire auditorium is still dominated by depression. At first, there were almost no lights in the auditorium, only a few jack-o-lanterns glowing green. There were bursts of muffled music from Hagrid's carriage-sized pumpkin, dark clouds billowed on the ceiling, and there was a human face between the dark clouds...

But when enough students enter the auditorium, the lights will be lit instantly, lighting the auditorium brightly, the invited band will also change the tune to happy holiday music, and the kitchen will also be transmitted to the table. With delicious food and a concert by Dumbledore's Skeleton Dance Company, this Halloween is sure to be fun.

Tom had adjusted the ceiling and set the lights, when Hagrid came in with a cart of pumpkins, each the size of a flower shed.

"I used a little 'help' for them..." Hagrid saw Tom staring at the pumpkins, a trace of panic flashed in his black beetle-like eyes, he coughed dryly, and explained a little embarrassedly.

Tom remembered Hagrid's big pink umbrella, which contained his "broken" wand, but Tom was very suspicious that Dumbledore should have given Hagrid a little "help". Because Hagrid was only in third grade when he was fired and broke his wand. Ron's wand was only partially broken, which made him unable to cast spells normally. Hagrid's wand was broken by the Ministry of Magic, but he didn't feel much sluggishness when he cast his magic: on July 31 last year On that stormy night in Japan, when Hagrid met Harry, he could use magic to make a fire, conjure a pig's tail on Dalí's butt, and go in and out of Diagon Alley freely...

Think of it again in 1945, when Dumbledore got the Elder Wand, which can repair the wand, and everything is self-evident.

Dumbledore actually took a lot of risks in doing so. The magic world is very strict with the management of wands. Any creature other than wizards who obtain and use a wand is a felony and needs to be "cleared". Mixed blood with magical animal blood Whether wizards can obtain wands has also been a point of contention. This situation intensified later, and eventually became the "wand hunt" after Voldemort came to power: not even non-pure blood wizards could legally hold wands.

"This kind of magic is so convenient!" Tom's attention was not on whether Hagrid was illegally holding a wand, but on another matter: how much would such a magical pumpkin be produced? How long does it take to mature?

A pumpkin the size of a garden shed, this is the magic of magic.

Tom took out his wand and began to carve the pumpkin. He quickly hollowed out the inside and made a giant jack-o-lantern big enough for two or three people. During the Halloween dinner, the invited band will be there. Play here. The pumpkin that is taken out will not be wasted, the pumpkin meat will be used to make pies, and the pumpkin flesh will be fed to the pigs.

After carving the giant pumpkin, Tom completed most of the decoration and found himself short of small jack-o-lanterns - he wanted to arrange some jack-o-lanterns on the long table, preferably one for every four students, so that After a calculation, the number of jack-o-lanterns seems to be insufficient. So he decided to go to Professor McGonagall and get some more.

Walking down the empty hallway, Tom saw a preoccupied "person": the ghost of Gryffindor House, "Nearly Headless" Nick. He was dressed up, with long curly hair, a feathered hat that was fashionable even today, and a knee-length tunic with wheel-shaped ruffled collar.

Nick was looking out the window somberly, muttering in a low voice, "...Only half an inch! Ah, if... ah, hello, professor!" He saw Tom approaching.

"Hello, Nick, you seem to be bothered by something?" Tom was also curious about this group of ghosts. He wanted to know what kind of people could turn into ghosts after death.

"It's just a trivial matter," Nick folded a transparent letter and hid it in his tight shirt, waving his slender and graceful hands in a nonchalant tone, "Ha, a small organization, I'm not sincere I wanted to participate, but I just tried it out, but I didn't expect that I was 'not eligible'."

Even as a ghost, Tom could see the deep pain on his face.

Tom observed a lot of details, such as Nick being able to respond to his questions, thinking independently, having his own emotions, and even a ghost letter and new clothes - the ghost world is not that simple.

Nick's emotions suddenly erupted, "Professor, to be fair, am I eligible to join the Headless Hunter team? I was slashed 44 times by a dull axe on the neck!"

He took out the transparent letter again, and said angrily: "We only accept hunters whose head and body are separated. If not, the team members will not be able to participate in hunter team activities such as horseback and headball. Hope You recognize this. Therefore, I regret to inform you that you do not meet our criteria. Best regards, Mr. Patrick Deborah."

After reading the letter, Nick stuffed the letter back into his clothes.

"Is that what I'm thinking? More than anyone I wish my head could be cut off cleanly! I mean, it would save me a lot of pain and ridicule. But..."

Tom wanted to say, "In general rationality, you really don't qualify for the 'Headless Hunters'." But looking at Nick's intense emotions, Tom swallowed this sentence back in his stomach.

The ghost's mood fluctuated greatly, and Nick, who was hysterical, took a few deep breaths and regained his calm and grace.

"There are many headless hunters, but there is only one like you, and in the eyes of most people, your situation is actually the same as the headless hunter." Although I don't quite understand why Nick wants to join this so much" Headless Hunters," but Tom comforted him.

Nick's mood visibly improved a little, but it could be seen that he still couldn't let it go.

"Halloween should be a grand festival for ghosts, right? How do you celebrate this festival?" Tom remembered the definition of Halloween, it was a "ghost festival", and now there was a ghost standing in front of him, just in time to ask him about the ghost the way they celebrate. For ghosts, Halloween should be equivalent to New Year's Day, right? Tom thought to himself.

Nick raised his chest and said with a noble look: "Death party! This year's Halloween will be my five hundredth anniversary. I'm going to hold a party in a relatively spacious basement. Friends will be from All over the country. I even prepared a poem—"

"Would you like to hear it?" he said excitedly.

"It's natural." Tom nodded, Nick cleared his throat, tidied up his clothes, and sang.

After listening to the poem, Tom fell silent. Behind the elegant poetry is an extremely bloody, brutal tale of Nick's death.

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington is the full name of Nearly Headless Nick, a courtier in the palace of King Henry VII. He was openly associated with Muggles as an adult and was knighted. On the evening of October 30, 1492, Sir Nicholas ran into Lady Greve while strolling through the park. She hoped that Nick could help her straighten her teeth, but it didn't work out. Nick was obviously not good at using Transfiguration, and his magic caused her to grow fangs.

He was held by guards who had heard the news, while his wand was taken away and he was sentenced to death, shouting all night that he would soon be able to undo the damage he had done to Ms. Greve. But it is not forgiveness that is waiting, it is the pastor. A priest came to Sir Nicholas' cell to "comfort" him and escorted him to the execution ground at dawn the next day.

Nick, who had been comforted, was speechless when he went to the execution ground.

The executioner's axe was blunt, so Nicholas was struck forty-five in total, but even so there was a little bit of skin and tendon attached to his neck.

As a wizard, Tom was horrified and had a dull pain in his neck. It is precisely because such stories have really happened time and time again that there has been such a deep gap between the magical world and the non-magical world. When your relatives, friends, and acquaintances encounter similar things again and again, you will also be afraid of Muggles.

The magical world once extended the olive branch of friendship to the non-magical world, but it was brutally cut off by Muggles.

"Uh... um..." Tom couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe his mood at the moment, but the appearance of a person resolved his embarrassment in time: Harry Potter appeared with a heavy pace at the end of the corridor. He had just finished his Quidditch training and was soaking wet and muddy.

It can be seen from his expression that he also has something on his mind.

"Hello, young Potter!" Nick greeted him. "You seem to have something on your mind? Can I help?"

Harry shook his head He was worrying about how to beat the Slytherins, and Nick couldn't help him unless he knew where he could get seven free Nimbus 2001s.

"Meow—" A sharp and harsh cry suddenly interrupted the conversation of the three. The janitor Filch's cat Mrs Norris suddenly appeared, staring at Harry and screaming sharply.

Before Harry could respond, Filch, with a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, panted heavily and rushed from behind a tapestry to Harry.

Filch was particularly grumpy today: he had a cold, and a few students accidentally smeared the brains of frogs on the ceiling of the fifth basement, and it took him all morning to wash it off. Unfortunately, Harry was dripping with muddy water at this time, and the muddy water followed his footsteps and stretched all the way...

So Filch exploded, his eyes bulging, the flesh on his jaw quivering as his mouth opened and closed: "Muddy! The castle is messed up again! Potter—!"

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