Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Logically speaking, Robert should not be able to touch ghosts, but as his understanding of the book "Life" deepened, he realized that death is not a process of life, since he can catch the other person while he is alive. , there is no reason for him to wait until the other party is dead before he can catch him.

After constant experiments, and with the help of Peeves and Teacher Dika, he is now able to gather magic power into his hands and capture some spirits.

The ghost gave people a cold feeling. With such a big head in his hand, Robert had the illusion that he was holding a hockey puck. He was stimulated by the cold touch and his hands trembled.

"Gulu gulu" Poor Sir Patrick, his head just left him in a daze in full view of the public.

"Ahhhhh..." Jazz's voice came from far away, "Stop it, idiot, stop your head!"

The headless body panicked and was pulled by Robert inadvertently. The whole body chased its head in a panic.

It's just that they were running in opposite directions.

The ghosts laughed louder, they thought this was even funnier than before. Oh my God, the Headless Horseman couldn't find his head!

That’s really the “Headless Horseman”!

Robert looked at Nick innocently and spread his hands, "I didn't mean it."

Nearly headless Nick laughed heartily, "It's okay! Sir Patrick will definitely not mind! Hahahaha!!"

Sir Patrick's exit at the speed of light allowed the party to return to Nick's control. He successfully ended his speech and received blessings from many ghosts. He spent this death anniversary quite contentedly and successfully held hands with the Weeping Widow.

Hermione was still pestering the ghost warrior to tell stories. Although there was no wine, Mr. Ghost had many stories. The two chatted and became friends.

But at this time, it was already very late.

Robert stopped Hermione, "Okay, if you want to know more, you can come back later. It's this time. If we're lucky, we might be able to catch up with Senior Nicole's extra meal..."

Hermione could only bid farewell to the ghost warrior without saying goodbye.

"Hey, where are Harry and Ron?" She then realized that her friends who came with her were missing.

"I probably left because I was hungry." Robert shrugged, "Let's go and eat something hot."

After bidding farewell to the ghosts in the dungeon, the two of them walked in circles to the Hufflepuff common room.

Senior Nicole is indeed cooking something to eat.

To be precise, she was grilling fish, and what seemed to be sheep's trotters was boiling in the clay pot.

Is spicy lamb trotters really so delicious? It feels like she has been cooking a few sticks every day recently. Isn't this something that is most comfortable to nibble on in the summer?

"Hiss—" Senior Sister Nicole turned her head when she heard the footsteps, and saw two little wizards coming in from the door. She suddenly felt bad.

"How about this!" She shouted depressedly, "I've been avoiding so many people..."

"What ingredients did senior sister get?" Robert asked curiously, "Cod? Fried in butter? Then we are in for a treat."

Hermione skillfully took out the cutlery from behind the bookshelf, staring directly at the fish in Sister Nicole's hand.

The hopeless senior sister could only continue to cook. She felt that she was not a smart person who took advantage of the opportunity to steal food, but a tool that had no love.

"Senior's cooking is really getting better and better." Robert praised, "Is there any other food?"

Senior Nicole glanced at him desperately, dug into the fire twice with a pair of pokers, and pulled out several black things.

It's roasted sweet potatoes wrapped in foil.

Peel off the skin, and the sweet smell spreads out. You only need to smell it to know that this is definitely a particularly delicious roasted sweet potato.

Robert couldn't help but click his tongue in surprise. Sure enough, the senior sister's body was quite full of oil and water, so she could come and eat more if she had nothing to do.

While Hermione and Robert were feasting, Harry and Ron were running up the stairs panting.

"Come on Ron!" Harry shouted, "I smell blood! It must be killing someone!"

The Halloween dinner was probably over, and the corridors were filled with laughter and laughter. The little wizards were walking together in the aisles and stairs. Harry and Ron's movements attracted their attention, and they all cast curious glances.

The two were about to step onto the stairs to the second floor. For some reason, the stairs under their feet suddenly turned into a smooth slope. They were unable to run on it, but they could only watch as they tumbled down the slide. .

"Why are you running down the corridor, Potter." Snape's cold voice sounded, "Are you rushing back to attend the second banquet?"

The little wizards burst into laughter.

Harry looked at him angrily, "You can't do this!"

"Of course I can." Professor Snape said expressionlessly, "I can punish students who violate school rules."

Professor McGonagall appeared at the right time and interrupted him, "Professor Snape, I think I can handle my students myself."

Professor Snape glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry quickly stepped forward and shouted anxiously, "Professor! Let's go upstairs quickly, I smell a strong smell of blood! Someone must have been killed!"

The surroundings fell silent, and the little wizards looked at him with horrified eyes. Professor McGonagall frowned and said in a stern tone, "Mr. Potter, what nonsense are you talking about? How could someone kill someone in the castle?"

"But!" he said anxiously, "I heard someone talking, saying that he wanted to kill someone..."

Professor McGonagall interrupted him and said, "Please don't talk nonsense. Tonight's party may have made you a little nervous, but..."

"Then why don't you come over with us and take a look!" Ron shouted, "We were attracted by that sound!"

In fact, he heard nothing, but he chose to believe his friend.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and took a deep breath, "Listen, you two, go back to the dormitory!"

However, at this moment, a shrill cry came from the second floor, "No!!!!"

That voice sounded familiar. It was the voice that Harry and Ron hated the most. It belonged to Mr. Filch, but at this time they had to thank him. If it weren't for his scream, Professor McGonagall might really have killed them. Rushed back to the room.

After giving the two of them a confused look, Professor McGonagall restored the stairs to their original position and hurried up to the second floor.

The little wizards gathered in twos and threes and followed Professor McGonagall curiously.

They walked up a passage, at the end of which Mr. Filch was kneeling with his cat in his arms.

In the original book, the cat was hung in the corridor on the third floor, but can anyone tell me why the water in the Myrtle women's bathroom on the second floor spread to the third floor? Is the water pipe clogged?