Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The three of them stepped onto the stairs and turned to another corridor.

The light here is very dim, and the howling wind blew a window glass loose, making an unpleasant clicking sound.

The torches here seemed to have been extinguished by the wind.

"Look, who is that?" Moen suddenly stopped, grabbed the two of them, and shrank behind the corner.

"It's Potter," Ernie whispered. "What's he doing?"

Due to the lack of light, the two could only see a dark figure standing there blankly. The reason they could recognize Potter was because the light of a distant torch illuminated his face a little.

"Let's do it!!!" The high-pitched voice made Ernie and Morn flinch, and Su Er's heart skipped a beat.

"Let's do it! Let's do it! No matter humans or ghosts, we are not immune! Run for your life! Do it--!!" The screams were so loud that Ernie and Morn didn't dare to poke their heads out, but Suer saw Here it is, Peeves.

Bang - bang - the corridor doors were opened one by one, and people poured out.

"Let's go out and see what's going on." Moen whispered.

The corridors were packed with people, all senior students, who seemed to be attending classes here tonight.

Ernie squeezed in first due to his height, and then Ernie's shouting came from inside.

“Caught red-handed!!!”

Professor McGonagall's voice also sounded, and she stopped Ernie.

Justin jumped up and down anxiously, wanting to know what was going on inside. His face turned pale, "Could something happen to Justin?"

At this time, Peeves floating in the air suddenly sang a song---

"Oh...Potter, you nuisance, look at the good things you have done~~"

"You killed the student~~I think it's weird~~weird~interesting~~~"

"Stop it! Peeves!!" Professor McGonagall roared, and Soul slapped his face strangely. It sounded a bit like an angry cat meowing...

Get the weird thoughts out of your head.

Suer pulled the pale Moen and squeezed in, "We are Justin's roommates, please give in."

"Hiss..." Moen staggered and took two steps back.

Professor McGonagall's face was extremely gloomy, "Aurora, please and Filius please send Mr. Fin-reli to the school hospital."

Professor Sinister and Professor Flitwick of the Department of Astronomy nodded and carried Justin away together, but there was still a petrified ghost lying on the ground.

It seems a lot of people can't do anything about it.

Suer touched it quietly and found that it was an entity... the ghost would turn into reality when it was petrified.

Suddenly, he felt a gaze - the death stare from Professor Mewmew.

Sursan smiled and retracted his hand.

Professor McGonagall finally thought of a way. She conjured two large fans out of thin air.

"Mr. Bones, Mr. Macmillan, please fan Ser Mimsy to Poppy (Madam Pomfrey)."

Soul and Ernie did as they were told, and Nick was fanned forward like a silent black hovercraft.

Moen followed the two closely, in a daze.

Before leaving, Sule cast a sympathetic look at Harry. It was foreseeable that Harry would be very uncomfortable for a while.

The three of them successfully slapped Nick to the hospital bed in the school hospital. Before they could even look at Justin, they were driven away by Madam Pomfrey.

Justin and the nearly headless Nick were both attacked, turning the originally tense atmosphere into a real panic.

Strangely enough, everyone paid the most attention to Nearly Headless Nick.

What on earth could do this to a ghost that had already died once?

What kind of power is this?

What monster did Slytherin leave behind?

A series of attacks has left people scrambling to book seats on the Hogwarts Express, hoping to get home early for Christmas.

Harry's life was indeed very difficult. When connecting with Hermione in the Room of Requirement, Soul heard Hermione talk about a lot of what had happened in the past few days.

To describe it in one word, everyone avoids Harry like a snake or a scorpion.

"Fred and George actually thought this was funny." Hermione shook her head, "How do you think they did it??"

Suer shook his head. He had been reading the book he borrowed from the restricted book area these days, except in class and in the lounge. Moreover, Moen's mental state was also a bit worrying.

The child locked himself in bed all day and night, in a trance.

How should I put it... It's like------ his wife is dead...

"You help me stir and I'll show you." Hermione handed the glass rod to Soul, straightened her clothes and walked to the open space.

"This is Harry," Hermione dragged a chair and placed it in the middle. "George and Fred always walk in front of Harry on purpose every time they meet him..."

"Make way for the heir of Slytherin! The most evil wizard has arrived!!"

I have to say, Hermione has a bit of a talent for imitation.

She acted out the way George and Fred spoke perfectly, right down to the pauses.

"Tell me, are they going too far?" Hermione finished her performance and turned to look at Soul angrily.

But I saw him laughing silently.

"? Huh?" Hermione's eyebrows suddenly stood up in anger. I told you this to make you criticize with me, not to make you laugh!

"Ha...ahem...ha, no, Hermione..." Suer was finally able to laugh out loud, and forced himself to be serious, but the smile at the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed, "The two of them are indeed It's too much. If Mrs. Weasley knew, she would send a howling letter."

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione came over gently, her little hands ready to move.

I'm working so hard to show you, and you're still laughing? !

I felt that the air was getting more and more uncomfortable, and a vague air-conditioning reached my waist.

"That's it, Hermione." Soul swallowed, "I have always said no to evil forces, you know."

"I'm not laughing at how miserable Harry is, or at your performance."

Soul looked directly at Hermione.

"Because of..."

"You're so cute."

Hermione, who was full of momentum, immediately retreated, her face suddenly turned red, and her plump little earrings were stained with a layer of pink.

"You...what did you say!" She turned her little head away, not looking at Su Er.

"I said you're cute." Soul smiled, staring straight at Hermione, leaning forward slightly.

"Stop... stop talking! I won't let you go just because you said a few nice words!" Hermione still didn't dare to look up.

"Oh?" Suer raised his eyebrows, "Then..."

"What can I do to get you to let me go?"

Sur looked at Hermione's moist pink lips, who lowered her head and did not dare to look at him, and her Adam's apple moved slightly.

No, it’s just three deaths, you can’t be a beast.

"At the very least... you have to stir this pot of potion until the end of the day!!"