Chapter 15182

"A zombie is a corpse inspired by a dark spell. It's not alive, it's just a puppet that obeys the wizard's orders. A ghost, as I'm sure you all understand by now, is a dead soul that has departed from the human world, of course, as Potter wisely told Ours is transparent..."

Snape's voice paused, and the sarcasm in his words was quite obvious.

"But, what's wrong with this?" Ron didn't know what was going on. Snape's mocking of Harry seemed a little hard for Ron to accept.

Fan Lin looked at Ron in surprise and tried to persuade him not to anger Snape. However, Ron would obviously have the wrong idea, and his eyes were probably a way of encouragement.

"The way souls exist in the world is to become ghosts. They are transparent, three-dimensional humanoids, which are easy to identify, just like the ghosts in Hogwarts..."

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

"Another ten points from Gryffindor," Professor Snape said impatiently, "I don't want to hear your ridiculous remarks, Ronald Weasley. If my knowledge of ghosts is limited to this, I I advise you to stay away and hide behind your good friend, Potter?"

Almost at the same time, Fanlin and Hermione turned their faces towards Harry. When facing Snape, Harry was no stronger than a powder keg.

"No!" Hermione whispered, and before Harry opened his mouth angrily, Hermione grabbed Harry's arm, "Don't do this, you just finished confinement!"

"Now open your textbook, turn over the page," Professor Snape sneered, "read the first two paragraphs of the Imprisonment Curse. If you don't want to tie yourself up, remember the next words carefully. "

It can be said that Ron was very depressed in this class. When the bell rang, Lavender caught up with Ron. It seemed that Lavender had planned to forgive Ron, but now Ron was in a bad mood, and Lavender Germany chose the wrong way again.

She complained about her dissatisfaction with Snape, but this seemed to only anger Ron?

Who knows what logic this is?

Maybe Ron recognized Snape's abilities?

It must be admitted that the effect of Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons is no worse than that of Lupine, and many of the little tricks are refreshing, which makes Snape even more clever.

However, it is also possible that Ron lacked some patience and did not hesitate too much... Ron and Harry took a detour and walked to the boys' bathroom together.

"I'll go take a look." Leaving Hermione to comfort Lavender, Fan Lin quickly chased after him.

"Snape's right, isn't he?" said Ron, after staring at a broken mirror for a minute or two. "I don't know if I'm worth trying, I just can't catch the Hanged Man."

"You'd better go to Hogsmeade to practice and see where they can catch you," Harry comforted. Ron successfully fell into confusion about ghosts under Snape's words. "In any case, this is much more interesting than foolishly falling into conjecture."

"Oh, forget it, most of the ghosts in Hogwarts are just thoughts." Fan Lin shook his head, "The ones that can cause danger to wizards are not so much ghosts as evil spirits. Because of death, I have accumulated enough resentment, and then combined with a little opportunity..."

"opportunity?"

"For example, magic circles, or naturally formed terrain." Fan Lin said, "And others are more dangerous, such as the gathering of bones, or things similar to those in mausoleums, some dangerous black magic items, Evil spirits can exert unimaginable power only by catching various objects. For example, Peeves can only affect some physical objects, not even as good as Myrtle..."

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

Harry raised the sound by one decibel, which startled Fanlin. When he turned around, Myrtle was coming out of the bathroom and floating in the air, staring at them indifferently behind her glasses.

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

Myrtle looks a little bored, maybe the three of them are an eyesore?

"Who do you think you are?" Ron stared at her from the mirror with an unfriendly expression.

"I don't know, it's not who it is!" Myrtle said, wiping a little stain from her chin unhappily. "He said he came to see me, but you suddenly came in to see me." She looked at Harry accusingly. One glance, "I haven't seen you in months, and I don't expect too many boys anymore."

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

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

"Obviously!" Harry said, and it was clear from Harry's tone that this was definitely not a pleasant experience.

"But I think he likes me. Myrtle said sadly that maybe he will come back after you two leave. We have many similarities, and I think he feels the same." Myrtle looked at the floor hopefully.

"Who is he?" Fan Lin asked.

Harry looked at Fan Lin. Obviously, Harry was thinking of someone.

If there is something to do with Myrtle at Hogwarts at this moment... Apart from Malfoy, who commandeered Myrtle's bathroom, Fanlin really can't think of anyone else who can be related to a ghost wandering in the pipes. of.

"You said you are very similar," Ron's voice became cheerful, "You mean he also lives in a tap?"

"No," protested Myrtle, her echo echoing in the old washroom, "I mean he's sensitive and people scare him and he also feels lonely and has no one to talk to and he's not afraid to speak out He feels and cries!"

"Crying?" Fan Lin looked at Harry. This description... well... doesn't seem to match Malfoy's image.

Think about how self-righteous Malfoy used to be, and apart from a few of them, there was no one else in Slytherin, or the entire Hogwarts, who dared to mock Malfoy casually.

If so, then Malfoy would definitely let him know the consequences of being iron-headed.

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"You mean... there is a boy crying here?" Harry asked curiously, "A young boy?"

"Please pay attention!" Myrtle glared at Ron with her little eyes when Ron laughed, "I promised not to tell anyone, and I would keep his secret..."

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

"Oh, no, don't be like this..." Fan Lin shook his head. Myrtle is a sensitive one, and now, it is obvious that Myrtle has some secrets that others don't know, such as the crying little Malfoy angel. ?

Myrtle is a girl, and it must be admitted that Malfoy's face is still very attractive for a little girl of this age...I mean, the age when Myrtle died.

But before Fan Lin could ask anything, Myrtle burst into tears with anger, then turned around and rushed back to the bathroom, splashing water everywhere on the floor, irritating Myrtle and looking like Ron felt Very fresh.

"You're right," Ron said, slinging his bag over his shoulders happily. I'm going to practice in Hogsmeade before my test.

"Then I can only advise you to wear a cloak. At least it won't make you feel too cold." Fan Lin said helplessly, but Harry didn't feel it was a pity.

You have a goal, don’t you?

Not seeing Myrtle in Myrtle's toilet is not an unusual thing in itself, as Myrtle likes to poke around in the disrepaired sewer pipes of Hogwarts, but now...

Very good, this female ghost... the female ghost successfully attracted the attention of the boss.

Well, it's the weekend and Ron and Hermione, along with the other sixth years and soon-to-be-seventeenth-year-olds, have two weeks of testing to do.

Sadly, Fanlin was younger than Harry, so Fanlin had to ask Professor McGonagall to take part in this test in advance.

This simply made Harry jealous, but let Fanlin wait for a year...

This is indeed a bit excessive. In fact, early admission does not seem to be a good thing.

Harry was very jealous when he noticed that Fanlin and the three of them were preparing to go to the village. He could only miss this trip. The beautiful spring had arrived, and the sky was so clear that everyone had to watch for a long time.

In any case, he decided to use this time to search again to see if he could find anything new.

"The most important thing you should do is go to Slughorn's office and beg him to give you that memory!" When Harry told Fanlin and Hermione the plan at the entrance of the auditorium, Hermione said truthfully .

"Actually, I've already tried it!" Harry defended. "After Potions class this week, I tried to test him in the corner, but he left the dungeon classroom quickly and I couldn't catch up."

Twice Harry knocked on the door at Slughorn's office, but there was no answer, although the second time he was sure he heard the sound of an old gramophone being quickly turned off from inside.

"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. A stubborn old professor is always difficult to deal with, like It's like failing a class. After all, the old professor lacks everything. Moreover, this is enough to ruin Slughorn's reputation for a long time. Obviously, this is not easy to do.

"Okay, you've done your best, right?" Hermione stared at Harry closely, which made Harry feel a little uneasy.

Fanlin had to pull Hermione back. It was time to show his manliness.

A small group of students were waiting to be inspected by Fitch. He was holding a secret sensor. Harry took a few steps forward silently towards Fitch. He hoped that Fan Lin and Hermione, oh...and Ron, he's with Lavender now.

Wish them good luck.

Without time to say goodbye, Harry returned to the castle and climbed the marble stairs, determined to spend an hour or two with Myrtle, no matter what Hermione said.

After turning out of sight of the entrance to the hall, Harry took out the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak. After putting on his clothes, he tapped the map and whispered: I solemnly swear that I have done no good.

Just like Sunday morning, almost all the students were in the common room. Gryffindor's common room was in one tower, Ravenclaw in another, Slytherin in the dungeons, Hufflepuff in in the basement next to the kitchen.

The library and the stairs leading up were surrounded by people wandering around, and some people were outside. There was also a person with his belly in the corridor on the second floor. He was George Gall.

Although it was unclear what they were doing inside, Harry was not worried. Regardless of whether the Marauder's Map showed it or not, as long as Goyle stood guard outside, Malfoy must be where he was.

Harry quickly ran up the stairs and slowed down at the corner of the corridor. He tiptoed very slowly towards a girl who looked very small. The little girl was holding a heavy brass scale in her hand. Hermione had been there two weeks ago. Kindly helped the little girl.

Harry was waiting behind her on the right side and suddenly said softly, "Hello... you are very beautiful, aren't you?"

Suddenly, Goyle let out a terrifying scream, threw away the scale, and ran away in a hurry. Before the echo of the broken scale disappeared, he ran away without a trace.

Harry smiled and looked towards the corridor behind him. He was sure that Draco Malfoy knew that someone outside would stop, but he did not dare to show up. Thinking of this made Harry feel very happy.

However, this hopeful mood did not last long. Half an hour later, Harry tried to see changes in the bathroom that would reveal what Malfoy was doing, but as before, nothing happened here.

Snake whispers, or something else, in short, Harry found nothing. It was like a Muggle house, except that it was too remote and no one came here at all.

Harry was a little discouraged and disappointed. Malfoy might just be far away from him, leaving no trace at all. Harry lost his patience and rushed out of the bathroom angrily.

"ah!"

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

"Harry?"

Hearing someone calling him, Harry turned around. To his surprise, it was Tonks. Tonks walked over as if she often wandered in this corridor.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, wondering why Tonks always appeared when he was lying on the floor.

"I came to see Dumbledore," Tonks said tiredly.

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

"His office is no longer here," Harry said. "It's on the other side of the castle, behind the Stone Beast..."

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

"Really?" Harry said, carefully placing his injured foot back on the ground.

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

"Obviously so." Tonks joked in a rare moment, "otherwise I wouldn't have to wander around the castle."

"Why did you come to see him?"

"Nothing special, Tonks said unconsciously, pulling on her sleeve with her hand. I just thought he might know what to do. I heard rumors... someone was hurt."

"Yes, I know, it was reported in the newspaper," Harry said, "The kid wanted to kill him... The Daily Prophet often does this kind of thing..."

Tonks was a little distracted though, and it looked like she wasn't listening to Harry.

"Hey, Tonks, what's wrong with you?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Oh, no, it's nothing." Tonks came back to her senses and cheered up, "I think I may be a little tired recently. I think I should go find Dumbledore. See you later, ha. Lee, I will come to see you often." (To be continued)