Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Eric, who had missed lunch, came out of the library and found that it was raining heavily outside. He happened to meet Gryffindor's resident ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, in the foyer.

Nick seemed a little melancholy, standing alone and looking at the rain curtain, stretching out his illusory hand to explore the raindrops dripping from the eaves at the door.

Can ghosts also fall out of love?Why is the atmosphere so bitter?

"Hi~Sir Nicholas" Eric stepped forward and said hello: "Do you know where the school kitchen is?"

Nick was suspended in mid-air, with empty eyes in contemplation. Suddenly he heard someone calling him. He retracted his hand and turned to look at Eric. After thinking for a while, he remembered that this should be this year's Gryffindor freshman. , smiled and bowed slightly: "Good afternoon, polite little lion, haven't you had enough lunch?"

Eric spread his hands and said helplessly: "I was just reading in the library and missed lunch time. Now I'm a little hungry."

Sir Nicholas swayed with the wind blowing in the foyer, looked down at Eric and said in surprise: "In all my years in Gryffindor, I have rarely seen a student as studious and diligent as you. The location of the kitchen is On the basement level of the castle, very close to the Hufflepuff lounge, when you see a picture full of fruit, scratch the green pear with your hand and you can enter the kitchen."

After speaking, Nick bowed to him again: "Few people are willing to call me Sir Nicholas. May Merlin bless you, polite child!"

"Acquiring the heartfelt praise of the ghost, the movement speed is increased by 3%, the flying speed is increased by 1%, and the duration is 30 minutes."

Eric raised his eyebrows, only half an hour?Can it be superimposed?

Stopping Nick who was about to turn around and leave, Eric turned to face him, his eyes full of longing: "Dear Sir Mimsy Porpington Nicholas, can you praise me a few more words?"

(???)……

Nick, who was almost headless, was stunned for a moment. His originally melancholy face became darker, and he didn't know how the milky white ghost got gray eyeshadow on the bags under his eyes.

Looking at the longing-looking little wizard in front of him, Nick opened his mouth, then chose... to close his mouth and walk through the wall, saying that he had never seen such a shameless person.

Eric shrugged. Sir Nicholas was too stingy, and nothing would be lost with a few words of praise. After all, students who respected their seniors like him were rare.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw the Gryffindor team coming back from Quidditch training with brooms in the distance. Charlie was holding the broom in one hand, all wet, and in the other hand he was holding a card that was about to go. With the soaked parchment, he loudly continued to instruct the players following him on the training plan he had come up with during the summer vacation.

From so far away, Eric could see through the wet backside the scrawled words written on the parchment and the deformed tactical drawings.

The other Gryffindor players followed in disarray, with expressions of wanting to die written all over their faces.It had just rained yesterday afternoon, and the Quidditch field was already very muddy, but the strict Charlie did not let them go. He dragged them to the field for training early in the morning and even let them train in the rain for two hours. , euphemistically called adapting to bad weather.

If it weren't for the fact that Charlie was stronger, the players would probably have been unable to hold back and beat him up.

Charlie didn't say a few words before he realized that his teammates had disappeared without a trace. He wordlessly put away the parchment filled with his hard work and prepared to go to the prefect-only bathhouse for a good bath.

Just as he was passing by the foyer and about to go upstairs, he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

Eric stopped Charlie who was about to go upstairs, ran to him in small steps, looked at Charlie who was a head taller than him, turned his eyes to the broom in his hand, and said curiously: "Charlie, I can see See your broom?"

Charlie looked at the curious little boy in front of him and handed the broom over without thinking.

Eric took the broom, and the system promptly refreshed the broom's message in the log: "Ride item detected: broomstick - Comet 240, maximum speed 220kmh."

Although this comet is trash in all of Harper, it can be sold for 1000 gold galleons in Diagon Alley.

Seeing the little wizard in front of him stroking the broom seriously, Charlie asked curiously: "Eric, do you like Quidditch?"

"Cough, I..."

Eric was about to refuse when the system refreshed a new message again.

"Quidditch Killer:

There has been a fierce movement in the wizarding world that has lasted for thousands of years and is crazy. But for you, who are knowledgeable, this game mode is really stupid. It’s time to let them see the strong ones. of strength.

How to complete: Play three Quidditch matches and score 500 points in each game.

Mission completion reward: Hit rate +5%

Title: Quidditch Killer: When participating in a Quidditch match, the opponent's actions will be partially suppressed. "

"I love Quidditch so much!" He immediately changed his words when he refused. Eric returned the broom to Charlie with a smile: "But the first grade can't participate."

"Yeah, for you, Quidditch is still too dangerous at the moment." Thinking that the little wizard in front of him was still young, Charlie took the broom and nodded, then realized something, patted him on the shoulder, and continued. : "If it's okay, you can come and take a look at the next Quidditch training. I heard that Uncle Carl represented Hogwarts and played Quidditch with other schools when he was young! You must be able to fly too. It’ll be good.”

?Play Quidditch against other schools on behalf of Hogwarts?The original book never mentioned such a competition, right?

Also, why do you always think that if parents know Quidditch, their children will definitely know it?

After bidding farewell to Charlie, Eric came to the basement floor, walked along the corridor for a while, and finally saw the picture of the kitchen door that Nick said.

He scratched the green pear and watched it turn into a giant doorknob after letting out a burst of giggles.

Unscrewing the door handle, Eric walked into a tall room that was almost exactly the same as the auditorium on the first floor. Dozens of strange-looking house elves wearing tea towels with the Hogwarts emblem were preparing for the evening on the other side of the kitchen. When they saw Eric walking in, they all rushed to his side with smiles, greeted him warmly, and pulled him to sit at the nearest long table.

After learning that Eric came to the kitchen because he had not eaten lunch, the enthusiastic elves immediately ran away in excitement. After a while, they ran over carrying a large tray filled with cookies and small cakes. Several elves ran over with teapots and filled him with a large glass of warm milk.

"Thank you!" Eric thanked the elves, causing the elves to bow and salute him repeatedly, as if thanking them was a big deal.

After eating a few cakes, Eric suddenly remembered something and called the elf closest to him. After learning that his name was Sal, he curiously asked: "Sal, I heard that there is a mysterious person in the castle." The coming and going house, do you know where exactly that house is?"

Sal blinked his big brown eyes and said to Eric in a not-too-shrill voice: "I know, sir, that room is on the eighth floor of the castle, opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly. ."

"Thank you, Sal." Eric finished the milk in the glass with satisfaction, refused Sal's move to continue pouring milk, and continued to ask: "By the way, Sal, I want to ask about your kitchen. Did someone go out to purchase the ingredients?"

Sal shook his head and explained to Eric: "No, sir, the vegetables and meat we cook are provided by Hogwarts School, and there are special areas for cultivation in the greenhouse and the Forbidden Forest. Ingredients."

This was new news. After stroking his chin and pondering for a while, he continued to inquire: "Then do you usually leave school? I mean if you have free time."

Thrall kept shaking his head, his bat-winged ears flicking: "No sir, house elves have no rest time. We need to work constantly, but the work given to us by Professor Dumbledore is really It’s too little. When we have nothing to do, we take care of the school’s greenhouse and the animal food in the Forbidden Forest.”

House elves are really a pitiful species, and capitalists will shed tears of greed when they see them.

"Thank you for your message, I think I should go." Eric watched the exploration progress increase by one again and said goodbye to Sal.

"This is what we should do, sir." The elves who were still busy around him saw him standing up and gathered around them. Each of the elves was holding a variety of snacks in their hands. Eric took it to eat on the road.

"That's enough, that's enough." Eric transferred all the snacks stuffed in his pocket to the system backpack and looked at the still enthusiastic elves who nodded in thanks.