From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Text 132 Wang Da Lama stationed in Wudang Mountain

"Help!!!"

The stern cry awakened William from his sleep, he subconsciously drew out his wand, and the cat hid behind the table.

He took out a small silver mirror from his arms at the fastest speed, glanced sideways at the door, and found that no one had broken in.

‘Safety, not a trap—’

After breathing a sigh of relief, William quickly put an iron armor curse on himself, ready to rush out to see what happened, but as soon as he took a step, he smiled and stopped the action-the shouting sounded again, from inside the classroom On the wall.

‘I always tell others that walls are not a panacea. Today I almost made a mistake on it. ’

After warning himself once in his heart, William slowly walked to the ghost on the wall calling for help-if the other party broke out into trouble, he could handle it at such a speed.

At William's target, within the ordinary walls that can be seen everywhere in the castle, a ghost is stuck on the wall, struggling hard, the soul body flashes and flashes, watching it with great effort.

‘It’s a good thing to listen to other people’s experiences, especially this kind of protective spell that should be used when setting up camp. After using it for a lap, you can sleep in the classroom with peace of mind. ’

"Professor William?"

The ghost stopped struggling, and stared at William with a slightly blessed face. It was obviously a normal greeting tone, but the combination of the voice and the tone gave people a similar-oh my god, someone could save me a strong joy.

Looking at this look of anticipation, William felt as if it was a mistake not to save people-although the trap was set by him.

"Oh, Professor, I'm stuck in the wall, can you help?"

These words almost blushed the culprit asking-"Of course, of course, there is no problem."

A few minutes later, in this inspirational eyes, the professor who had experimented with several spell-relieving techniques successfully cracked the trap on the wall and saved him.

"Great, thank you professor-it's probably Pippi who is playing pranks again, and he is always happy to set up all kinds of traps in the castle."

The rescued ghost slapped the non-existent floating soil while complaining, causing William to tilt his face involuntarily.

This is another ghost that I don't recognize, and he's dressed in a weird way to die—most of the ghosts in the castle wore wizard robes, and this one actually wore monk clothes!

"Hello, I'm a professor of the wizarding self-defense class, William."

William was really curious about the identity of the other party, so he introduced himself directly.

"Professor William, hello." Xu Shi hadn't been introduced so seriously for a long time, and the ghost introduced himself with awkward etiquette after hesitating for a long time. "Sorry, it's been too long, I forgot my name-they all call me Fat Monk, Professor, if you don't mind, please call me the same."

"Monk?"

This title can be too much to complain about, causing William to repeat it unconsciously and impolitely.

"Of course, of course, I am a monk, a certified clergyman, a professional monk-I have been serving the Lord since graduating from Hufflepuff."

There are even more slots for this-although William's utilitarian learning has made his history of magic worse than that of third graders, he still knows very well that the church has really hunted down wizards.

Moreover, even if you changed careers halfway, what happened to you changing from a monk to a ghost again!

However, the fat monk finally let William understand what the meaning of Hufflepuff’s acceptance of everyone is—it is estimated that someday if Hogwarts recruits a centaur or a magic baby as a student, that student It is estimated that most of the Hufflepuffs were received, and this academy is too inclusive.

Obviously, these complaints cannot be said in person. William suppressed his curiosity and began to inquire about the **** incident this week.

"cock?"

The fat monk thought for a while, and shook his head, "I didn't see it, Professor, in fact, most ghosts won't notice."

"Most? Why?"

"Only wizards can become ghosts and wander in the original footprints. Although I can't remember when the forbidden forest became the forbidden forest, most ghosts have never been to the forbidden forest before they were alive."

"most?"

William couldn't help but ask a rhetorical question. Although he has not been in office for a long time, he has been quite aware of how many people in this school like to go to the Forbidden Forest. He believes that the number of girls who have never been to the Forbidden Forest until graduation is less than the number of girls who majored in science and engineering!

"Of course, most students who have the courage to go to the Forbidden Forest will not choose to be ghosts, professor."

The fat monk's voice lowered a little, no longer the cheerfulness of the previous one.

"Sorry…"

"It's okay, Professor, so your question is to find the students who sneak out to kill the **** on Monday and Friday?"

"Yes it is."

Although the job has been taken over by Professor McGonagall, if there is a breakthrough, William doesn’t mind checking it out for himself—there are too many secrets in Hogwarts Castle. The investigation is not only to deal with this accident, but also to let In the next period of time, when the accident happens, my eyes will not be blackened.

"Um...I think about it, professor, I think about it."

The fat monk began to float around the place, his expression serious.

"Yes! Professor, do you know Nick? Sir Nicolas de Mincy-Popington."

How could I know this!

"Um," the fat monk quickly added, looking at William's slightly confused eyes, "it's Nick who is almost headless, the ghost of Gryffindor. He is about to pass the 500-year-old death party, that day, it was almost half. All the ghosts of the British magical world will come, and the ghosts of Hogwarts will be fully attended. If you are willing to go, I think Nick must be very happy. Then you can ask all the questions from the guests present. It's up."

Five hundred years old, death party?

Is it a new birth from the day of death? You ghosts really know how to play~www.readwn.com~ But the news is really great-compared to asking one by one, the efficiency will be much higher with the consent of the party host.

"Great, thank you, Fat Friar—when is the banquet? If possible, I want to talk to Nicolas first—well, Sir Nick."

The name is too long for William to recall.

"It's very fast, but I think you have enough time to communicate-the banquet is at the end of October, Halloween."

The fat monk's voice was full of helpful joy.

"It's only September..."

"In the blink of an eye, Professor, sometimes it takes me a month or two to stare at a painting in a daze."

The fat monk replied with a grin—this made William feel uneasy in his heart.

"The same goes for other ghosts?"

"Of course, time is meaningless to us. When we figure it out, maybe we will accept death calmly."

What else is there to ask-if he is thinking about life, William one by one is afraid that he will not find the end of the semester.

‘Forget it, let’s do a back-up method. Investigating the ghosts is unbelievable. But if Professor McGonagall's side goes well, it might not be necessary. ’

"In this way, please discuss with Sir Nick and I will attend the banquet."

"That's great, great, Nick must be very happy. I'll go find him and tell him the good news." The fat monk said with a smile, and then began to float towards the wall.

‘What an enthusiastic ghost-I guess I got stuck in the wall because I heard that I was looking for a ghost, otherwise there would be no such coincidence. ’

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