Chapter 108 Letter (Modified)

Allen followed very curiously, he was not the only one who did this, the little wizards were all very curious, what happened, who is going to be unlucky?

Following the administrator Filch, everyone came straight to the fifth basement classroom, where four third-year Gryffindor students were blocked. Some dismembered "Neville's pet kind" scattered on the table and the floor, "Neville's pet kind" stared silently at the ceiling with its bulging white and lifeless eyes, and the ceiling was splashed with "Neville's pet kind". Neville's pet kin" brains were smeared all over the place.

Mrs. Norris ran to Filch's feet, screaming piercingly, her two yellow eyes that were as bright as lamps were fixed on the four Gryffindors, and her eyes were full of The meaning of condemnation.

Mrs. Norris - This scrawny gray cat is put to good use by the caretaker, Argus Filch, as his second-in-command in his never-ending battles with the students.

"Dirty stuff!" Filch yelled angrily, with an unnaturally red nose. His eyes were bulging scary, and the flesh on his double chin was trembling, "It's full of dirt, it's a mess! I'm telling you, I've had enough! Lockdown, you're all going to be locked up!"

The Gryffindors followed Filch out of the classroom sadly. Mrs. Norris's big yellow eyes darted around the surrounding young wizards, as if thinking about whether these students were reliable or mischievous. . As if she had confirmed something, Mrs. Norris jumped briskly and left the classroom.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the young wizards who watched left the classroom in twos and threes. After all, it was very uncomfortable to stay in a dark and damp basement classroom under such bad weather. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the four Gryffindors chose this place as the place for their experiments.

Allen lazily pulled out his wand from his sleeve, "disappeared, cleaned up, and restored." Several spells were skillfully and smoothly cast, and the remains of "Neville's Pet Kind" scattered in the classroom disappeared without a trace Now, all the tables and chairs are as bright as new, and the ceiling has returned to its white color.

Allen is not being kind, but showing mercy. He feels pity for Filch, the administrator who is a Squib and has a bad cold. What's more, cleaning up these things is just a piece of cake for Allen, and it can be done in an instant. As for Filch, he may have to endure the pain of illness and work all morning to remove all the stains.

Allen was puzzled by the hiring of a Squib to be an administrator at Hogwarts. For Filch, he has no magic himself, but he has to watch little wizards grow up; he has to work hard and spend a lot of energy on things that can be done with a single spell. How could he be balanced? How could it be possible not to have ill intentions towards the little wizards!

Maybe no wizard is willing to do such trivial things! The salary is not high, the work is annoying, the students are not popular, and the sense of achievement is low... This job is really not attractive to wizards. Alan thought of Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley When I was in school, I caught their administrator Apollyon Pringle who went out for a walk at four o'clock in the morning. I don't know if this person is a wizard or a squib?

"What a good spell! This kind of behavior is very commendable!" A voice came, and Allen looked back, and it was Nick who was almost headless. His long curly hair wore a stylish feathered hat, and he wore a knee-length tunic with a wagon-wheel ruff that hid almost his neck. The fact of being completely cut off. He floated in front of Allen like a wisp of smoke.

"You look very anxious!" Allen saw Nick's anxious state at a glance.

"Yes, I'm expecting a very important reply," said Nick gravely.

Allen guessed what he was waiting for right away, but he wisely didn't ask. What is Nick's hope now,

How disappointed he would be when he received the letter.

But obviously, Nick urgently needs to find someone to share his feelings, even if it is a Ravenclaw. "It's the Headless Hunters! I applied to them, and I can almost hear back from them today!"

"With all due respect, you were already a jazz when you were alive. Why do you care so much about the position of a headless hunter, Sir Patrick Podmore?" Allen knew that Nick could not become a member of the headless hunter team, but he was very Curious, why Nick cares so much about a juggling team, he was a jazz in his lifetime!

"Well, how should I put it? The experience and honor in life have been turned into the past, and the fame and fortune you get will have no effect after death. For ghosts, a long life can only see strangers enjoying food and enjoying life. It is very boring and frustrating to live and watch other people create and change the world, but we can’t touch anything and can’t do anything.” There is no sadness in Nick’s solemn statement, perhaps his long career has made him These are very transparent.

"But like the Headless Hunters, they've got some fun stuff going on, like head-on-horse juggling and head-on-the-head polo and stuff like that. You can also go to all kinds of ghost-hosted parties, and everyone can invite them. We are proud to participate." Speaking of his favorite Headless Hunters, Allen felt that Nick's transparent eyes were shining.

Just then, a transparent owl flew into the basement classroom with a transparent letter in its mouth. Allen has really gained knowledge. Before, he only saw in textbooks that animals can also turn into ghosts. Now he was lucky enough to see it with his own eyes, and the letters between ghosts turned out to be transparent.

However, Alan, who had guessed the content of the letter, was unwilling to stay longer. It is a sad thing to see other people's hopes shattered, and Alan was unwilling to see Nick's gaffe. Allen thinks Nick needs a quiet space to sort out his emotions.

"Sir Patrick Podmore, I have other things to do, so I will bid farewell to you!" Alan bid farewell politely.

Nick's mind was completely occupied by this transparent letter, he waved his hand and let Alan leave.

Allen left the dark basement classroom. It was still raining outside. Although it was not as rapid as in the morning, it still left many little wizards indoors.

On the first floor of the castle, when passing by Filch's office, the door of Filch's office suddenly opened, and the four Gryffindor third-year students left with unbelievable joy on their faces. An owl flew out. It seems that Mr. Filch also received a letter that made him very happy, otherwise how could these Gryffindors who had made him furious just now be let go so easily.

In the evening, Harry came to Alan and invited him to the Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party. Allen felt that he was already very kind, but Harry was too kind!

"Harry, there will be a Halloween party that day! I heard from Professor Flitwick that Professor Dumbledore has ordered a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone. I have absolutely no interest in going to the ghost's death day party. "Directly rejecting Harry, Allen felt that his decision not to stay in front of Nick for a long time was very wise!

Harry also told Alan about the contents of the letter Filch received today—Harry dirty the castle at night, was caught by Filch and put into the office for confinement, and found that Filch was writing a letter The reply is to sign up for a quick spell-chanting letter class. But actually, for Squibs, any correspondence course is useless. I don't know if magic enhancement potions will be useful? But obviously, even in ancient times when potions and medicinal materials were less scarce, no wizard would be willing to use such a precious potion for the luxury of using it on Squibs and Muggles, let alone now.

To Allen's surprise, he also received a letter when he was about to rest after washing up!