From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Halloween is the happiest day for children-trick or treat if you don't give sweets.

‘It should be like this, right? ’

William pretended not to care as he walked, ‘but why should I go to the death day of a ghost? ’

Because of environmental problems, the messy thoughts that were neglected in the past surfaced in his mind.

‘In other words, are ghosts and ghosts a kind of existence? ’

This sudden thought made him grab his magic wand for the first time. The dude who had been working hard since he was released from prison exudes a faint sense of warmth and declares its existence.

This warm William had room to control his expression, and he stuffed himself with a piece of chocolate—if he hadn't made a mistake in judgment, the underground classroom should be almost here.

Three or four seconds before this thought came up, a low and unpleasant noise appeared. It was a tingling sound that made the scalp numb, as if someone was scratching a blackboard with their nails.

Such a voice is obviously not something that normal humans can adapt to. The two students who had followed behind quickly stepped forward and were obviously frightened.

As for the two fast-walking children in the front, they have evolved into sloth-like creatures, dangling about three or four steps in front of William.

"It's coming soon, it should be a musical instrument."

William aloud to stabilize the children who were scared before they arrived.

With the wand in his hand, a little sound would not scare him—he had the privilege of playing the water piano before, knowing that there are musical instruments in this world that do not take the road of the sun.

In fact, it was indeed a musical instrument, because after a few steps, William saw the host standing at the door of the underground classroom admiring the bgm.

"Professor, I am so glad you can come!"

The ghost named Nick at the door took off his hat and bowed to say hello, "Of course, thank you, thank you for visiting, welcome... welcome..."

——

"My God, it's cold here like a winter cellar!"

Ron, who was walking ahead, let out a low exclamation.

The exhaled breath formed a cloud of white mist in front of him, corroborating his words.

"It would be good if it was just a cellar..."

William held up his spirit, and watched his surroundings while complaining.

The environment of the underground classroom was worse than he thought-the classroom enlarged by magic was filled with milky white translucent ghosts, just like the fat monk told him before, the ghosts who didn’t know where they were hiding in the past would be. Gathered today.

But there are far more ghosts gathered today than William had imagined. Hundreds of ghosts fill the classroom, which is daunting.

"The gathering of ghosts can even change the temperature," William looked at the white breath he exhaled. "The knowledge of the magical world simply subverts common sense. The sporadic ghosts have never felt like this before, and there is no illusion. ’

With a thousand blue lights on the chandelier above his head, William scanned the ghosts.

As the closest to the deceased, these ghosts are basically trying to kill time in their daily lives, and today is probably a happy day for these ghosts. They are among the nearly 30 musical instruments that make the scratching sound of the blackboard. Wandering frantically about waltz.

‘Did death weaken their stimulation? ’

‘Will the ghost die? ’

...

"Professor, can we walk around?"

Harry's whispered question awakened William from his thoughts. He looked down at the four curious students and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, but don't separate. If there is any confusion, I can find you as soon as possible."

Ghosts can't cast spells. For the wizard who has grabbed the wand, their damage is not enough, even if the child following William runs a little farther, it won't happen.

And the next question William will ask is not suitable for students to hear. God knows how much curse the dark magic has put on his own affairs, and signing an appointment letter can be cursed.

The permitted four people walked in groups of two curiously. When accompanied by a professor, the originally scary banquet became even more exciting for them. For students of this age, this kind of freshness The feeling simply makes them want to stop.

‘I have to find the fat monk and ask him to introduce me the ghosts I want to ask about. ’

Do what you say, especially the on-site environment is not very friendly to him.

But this is not a rainy season that has been continuously torturing people. Although he was disgusted, William frowned and found the fat monk who recommended him, the ghost of Hufflepuff.

"Professor William, here you are!"

The fat monk who had been talking at the table saw William happily floated up and buried half of his body in the table.

This scene is a bit silly for William-shouldn't the ghost pretend to be half-squatting when sitting?

"Well, I'm here for the appointment."

William forced a smile.

"Great, great, I thought you were not coming back after the crown was discovered, Professor."

The fat monk walked out across the table with a happy expression, "Really, Professor William, it's really incredible that you can give Ms. Gray the courage to go down."

"She found it herself, I just said something useless."

"You are too modest, professor, can you come to the side to chat, the music here is too noisy."

The fat monk used honorifics, and obviously, he was very interested in the topic of going on.

——

"That's it, Ms. Gray turned into light after leaving a sentence."

William briefly explained what happened that day.

"awesome."

"what?"

"I said it was great, Professor."

The fat monk looked fascinated, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, Professor William, I have been preparing for this question for a long time. During this time, I have been preparing for this besides attending Sir Nick's banquet, even if I am still thinking about how to see you today— —I always thought you would not come over to the professor."

‘It’s been over a month, don’t you need money for ghost time? ’

Before William could reply, the ghost of the fat monk said to himself, "Ms. Gray got what she wanted, and then she can muster the courage to go on. This story is so beautiful, it's just like Like an epic..."

He stared at William eagerly, but soon became frustrated.

"I can't do it, I can't do it, I guess I can't have the courage to go on."

The friendly ghost was obviously in autism. He stared at the sky without saying a word and froze the chat.

"Well, fat monk, what difficulties have you encountered?"

William asked deliberately.

"I haven't been able to become a cardinal yet, so many years have passed-I'm afraid I won't be able to pursue the title..."

The fat monk’s answer was very sad, "I went to church after graduating from Hufflepuff, treating illnesses, performing magic tricks, and leading the people to pray. No one in my parish is ungodly, no one will not believe because of pain, but I Was executed...(Note

He looked sadly at the sky, "Professor William, I want to be quiet, I probably won't be able to go on in this life..."

Graduated from Hufflepuff to become a priest...

William didn't know what to complain about for a while.

"That, fat monk, have you seen Barrow the **** man?"

Seeing that it was impossible to wait for the autistic priest to introduce him, William, who had been made intolerable by the terrible environment, asked straightforwardly.

"Barrow? Barrow has a bad temper recently, but I saw him today-he should be by the wine barrel in the banquet corner over there, right?"

The fat monk pointed his finger and fell into autistic state again.

‘Becoming a cardinal...I’m afraid that the wish of being a wizard will not be fulfilled in this life...’

With the strength of the newly acquired Tucao, William first glanced at the students and confirmed that they were still wandering around before going to the **** Barrow's place.

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Although this is a ghost banquet, like all banquets in the world, there is plenty of food and drink prepared here.

According to the fat monk's instructions, Barrow should be drinking at the table.

‘This is the dining table, there are a lot of people-but do ghosts need to eat? ’

With such doubts, William approached the so-called dining table, and his discomfort immediately disappeared, and he quickly switched to another one.

‘Azkaban is much better than food here! ’

This is William's first judgment.

‘Even in the UK, it’s too much to bring such dishes to the table! ’

William's second judgment is this.

In the center of the table, there was a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which was spelled out with tar-like icing the words: Sir Nicholas de Mincy-Boppington died on October 31, 1492.

The dishes surrounding the cake are large pieces of rotten meat, dark, coke-baked cakes, maggot-filled lamb belly, cheese covered with green hair, and smelly salmon.

‘Hope these dishes are not made by house elves, if they were them, those elves would be uncomfortable to die...’

While thinking about it, William kept his distance from the dining table and began to look for a place to put the wine-according to the fat monk, Barrow should be drinking.

Soon, William found the so-called wine barrel, just like the dark dishes on the table, the wine barrel also smelled of water, and it was almost impossible to get close.

The **** Barrow was drinking there. To be precise, half of his body was soaked in the wine barrel, his clothes were crumpled, and his expression was decadent like an abandoned pet dog.

William had long heard the name of Barrow, the Blood Man.

At Hogwarts, this ghost is not the most famous, but he is firmly tied to the most famous elf, and it is impossible to ignore it.

Although he has been employed for only two months, William has already heard the name of Barrow the Blood Man from dozens of professors. Luo would be called over to suppress the elf.

But this was the first time he saw Barrow the Blood.

It's just that he had no idea that the ghost in front of him would be the same as the ultimate weapon used by the professors to suppress the Pipi Ghost.

No way, the ghost in front of me is too haggard. It is said that it is the ghost of any beggar on the street William believes-how can the blood man Barrow who can scare the puppet beast by his name alone be in front of him? What about this messy look?

"Hello, are you Barrow?"

Although a little unsure, William still asked tentatively.

"Living people? Why are living people here!"

The half-bubble ghost in the barrel looked reluctant, as if William had bothered him to drink.

"I am a professor and I am invited to come. Are you Barrow?"

William asked again.

"Professor," Barrow sank into the barrel. "Well, professor. But I won't do it. How about Pippi Ai."

Hearing the name Pippi, William could finally confirm that the ghost in front of him was indeed Barrow.

"Can you talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about, I don't want to talk about it—wait! You are William!"

Barrow's temper tantrum stopped immediately.

"The ghosts are all saying that Helena left a word when she left, but I don't know-so professor, can you tell me?"

Barrow's words became intermittent, even a bit like he bit his tongue too eagerly.

It's a pity that William had heard from the lady Helena a long time ago that Barrow was sent to find her because she didn't want to go back and killed Helena, and then committed suicide again.

To such a ruthless person who kills himself even if he is impulsive, William doesn't even believe in punctuation.

"Stay, but I don't think you want to listen."

"That's my business."

The ghost stood up swiftly, allowing William to understand where the so-called blood man's blood was-his clothes were covered with silver blood stains, which looked extremely scary.

It’s a pity that this look does not scare William. The ghost will not die, but it will be controlled by various magics. Except for the special physique of Pippi, even if it is Barrow in front of him, William will have no pressure to control him with a magic for half a month. .

"Tell me what I want to know first, and then I'll tell you that this is a deal. I swear by the magic wand in my hand that I won't miss a word."

William raised the wand in his hand, his expression calm.

Although it seemed to be a lie to a ghost, he didn't mind—killing and then committing suicide, this kind of ghost was deceived with peace of mind, not to mention that he did know Barrow’s last words, even though he didn’t like it.

"Ok, what do you want to know?"

"The crown, all the information about it, I want to know."

"I don't know much. It was something from Ms. Ravenclaw, which was stolen by Helena. Even we were speculating about its function at the time-but it seems that it is only used to temporarily enhance wisdom. After losing the crown, Ms. Ravenclaw is as wise and powerful as before."

"So, Ms. Ravenclaw, does she have memory loss or the habit of preparing memory backups every day?"

"How is it possible? Ms. Ravenclaw is called the wisest person. How could she not remember anything?"

"So cast a spell or curse in the air?"

"Spellcasting in the air? Is there any way to cast spells in the air?"

Barrow looked at William with strange eyes.

"My expression is inaccurate-far away, at least three hundred meters or more, or through several walls."

"It's okay, but it should have nothing to do with the crown, even Ms. Ravenclaw can do it without the crown."

"Corresponding reinforcement, is there any?"

Button hesitated for a long time, and then answered.

"It shouldn't... I don't feel any weakness in Ms. Ravenclaw's magic power..."

...

"Very well, I have no more questions. Next is the answer you wish to know."

Blood Man Barrow’s cooperation was better than William had imagined, which made him a little bit unbearable to tell Blood Man Barrow the answer.

"Okay, you got everything you want to know!"

Barrow stared at William, his eyes stern. "What do I want?"

"There is only one sentence, Miss Helena said at the end." William held the wand, preparing to turn the ghost in front of him, "She said-tell the blood man Barrow that bastard, he deserves it!"

However, ~www.readwn.com~ the scene of attack or frustration as he imagined did not appear. On the contrary, the face of the ghost in front of him changed intricately, and finally turned into a happy smile.

"She still remembers me, she still remembers me!"

"Even at the end, she still remembers me!"

Barrow's ghost floated upward, slammed into the ceiling like an off-stringed arrow, and then disappeared.

Now, William was really stunned.

Note: The fat monk entered the Hufflepuff College of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was young. After graduation, he became a priest. He was executed for exposing magic and returned to Hogwarts after his death. The biggest regret is that he didn't. Become a cardinal...

ps: I can't add more, I wrote a little more in this chapter...

Also: Bad news, Chapter 0 of debt repayment this month... Good news, no more debts this month... There is still hope for debt repayment...

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