Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Does Snape know how to wash his hair?

Yes, but I won't use hair conditioner.

There are only a handful of people in this world who know that Snape and Lily Evans had a good relationship before.As for James Potter, who married Lily as his wife, Snape hated him to the core.

Such a person would never choose to use the conditioner invented and produced by the Potter family. Even if the Fremont company was no longer named Potter, Snape would never use this product.

So who will it be?

Eric followed his three roommates back to the dormitory with deep doubts. Thinking of the irritable Snape in class, he always felt like something was popping up in his mind, but he couldn't catch it.

"Eric, how about we fight the king this afternoon!"

Li Jordan opened the window and let the cool breeze blow in, neutralizing the humid air in the dormitory because the windows had not been opened for several days.He picked up the velvet that Eric had placed on the window sill while he was sleeping, licked a few handfuls, and looked at his teammates lying on the bed doing nothing: "It's still raining outside anyway."

To fight against the king is to fight against the landlord.

The four Erics were neither good at wizard chess nor ten-pin rolling, let alone Gobstone. When the four of them were lying in the dormitory bored, Eric had an idea and taught them how to play Landlord. From then on, four-player Landlords became their way of entertainment when they returned to their dormitory.

"I don't want to fight too much. Snape ruined my mood today..."

George Weasley was so weak that he lay on the bed, took a deep breath, turned over and covered himself in the quilt, and made a dull voice: "I don't even want to go to lunch. If any of you go, help me." Just bring some up."

Fred also sighed: "Me too."

"Shet!" Lee Jordan cursed secretly and looked at the silent Eric: "Eric, what about you?"

Eric looked at the task that had just been refreshed on the panel in front of him in silence, and replied casually: "Yesterday, Mike Jowett asked me to go to Hufflepuff and sit down, why don't we go there in the afternoon. "

"This is good." Li Jordan rubbed his palms and said excitedly: "Can we visit the girls' dormitory? I want to see how their Hufflepuff dormitory is different from ours."

"Huh~?"

Hearing his words, the three roommates immediately raised their heads, looked at the black man with disgusting expressions, and said in unison: "Man, there's something wrong with you."

"Are you kidding~" Li Jordan bared his teeth and smiled, waving his hand.

Eric continued to lie down and looked at the new tasks on the transparent interface in front of him.

"The Ghosts of Hogwarts"

No one will ever appear in two places at the same time, not even those who play with time. When you see this scene, you with a keen sense of smell will immediately understand that there is a ghost hiding in the dark approaching. What is his purpose around you?

How to complete the mission: Find out who this ghost is and defeat it.

Mission reward: Mobius Universal Magic Drive Device x1 (can be fused with any alchemy device, can only be fused once, cannot be disassembled)"

Hey guys, in the second week of school, have new enemies appeared?Why is this Hogwarts school so dangerous?

Professor McGonagall's angry words from last week suddenly rang in Eric's mind: "...as if there is a terrifying monster hiding in our Hogwarts."

The centaurs are said to be very famous for their divination skills, and even the diviners among humans can hardly say that they can defeat them in divination. However, the weird-tempered centaurs have a bad attitude towards humans, especially the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. Even if they are Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall had failed to extract useful information from them in the past.

Thinking of this, Eric briefly recalled the events he had experienced in the past two weeks and summarized several doubts.

Why did the power of the Merlin Ring scatter into the Forbidden Forest?How did the legendary demon Solomon come to this world?

Why is this "ghost" pretending to be Severus Snape?

Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Eric's consciousness gradually became hazy before he knew it, and snoring sounded in his nose.

……

When Eric opened his eyes, the rain outside the window had stopped. Someone covered him with a quilt, and the other three people in the dormitory had disappeared.

He took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was already early three in the afternoon. Eric yawned, closed the cover of his pocket watch, got off the bed, and stood on the ground.

Um?Why do you feel like the viewing angle is not right?

Eric frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

The dormitory was very quiet. After living with everyone for so many days, he didn't know when he started to feel a little uncomfortable with this kind of quietness alone.The velvet on the window sill disappeared. Perhaps Lee Jordan took it to play with again.

He walked out of the door and followed the spiral staircase to the lounge, but was surprised to find that there was no one in the lounge.

Strange, don’t the first and second grade students have classes on Friday afternoon?Why is there no one at this time and everyone has gone back to the dormitory to sleep?

Eric muttered something strange, shook his head and opened the door to the lounge.

Standing in the dull corridor, he glanced at the fat lady behind him who had taken a nap after he came out, and walked forward along the corridor. An idea came to his mind inexplicably, why not go to the eighth floor to take a look? !

Eighth floor?There is nothing interesting to see on the eighth floor, except the Room of Requirement.

Yes, the Room of Requirement. I have a Room of Requirement right here!

But I don't want to go to the Room of Requirement right now. I should go check out the Hufflepuff lounge first. Both Diggory and Jowett invited me yesterday.

"Welfare, we have something to do in the afternoon, otherwise you shouldn't come."

Cedric Diggory's voice suddenly came from behind. Eric turned around and looked closer. He saw the two of them with their hands in their pockets and looking at Eric in front of him with an apology on their faces: "Professor Sprout said that there will be a Hufflepuff Quidditch team training at 04:30 in the afternoon. He made an exception and let us go and broaden our horizons."

Mike Jowett also had an apology on his face. He looked at Eric who turned around and said, "Yes, you also know that I have never seen Quidditch before and I am really interested in this sport."

Eric nodded, took out his watch and glanced at the hour hand that had reached 4:02, and said with a casual expression: "It's okay, then you can go."

Looking at the two men who nodded and turned to leave, Eric squinted his eyes. When they walked about ten meters away, he suddenly pulled out his wand and aimed at behind the two men to cast thunder magic.

But as soon as the wand was pointed at the backs of the two of them, a slender hand stretched out from behind him and gently pulled out the wand from his hand.

The other hand came close to his face, stroking the tips of its nails and gently scratching the skin of his throat.

A lazy, pulse-pounding voice sounded next to his left ear, and a wisp of fragrant wind blew against his ear hole. The commotion made his body tremble: "You are so rude, When I find something wrong, I want to kill the person’s clone.”

"However, can you tell me where my sister missed the flaw?"

Eric's body stiffened, feeling the fingers and wand moving on his chest. He wanted to swallow but couldn't, and a suffocating feeling rose in his throat.

"Everywhere... there are... flaws."

Eric struggled to spit out these words. He looked at the two transparent figures walking in front of him. He felt the heat in his body and the growing sense of suffocation in his throat. He mocked with difficulty: "No. If you create...an illusion, don't...be embarrassed."

"What did you say?"

A sharp, tearing pain suddenly came from his head, and Eric's consciousness blurred for a moment.

The next moment, he suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for air, and spit out a ball of hair from his mouth.

The velvet that Felix handed him was currently lying in the palm of his hand, with several tentacles protruding from its furry body. The body stiffened for a few seconds before it regained its soft elastic feel.

The tiny tentacles were waving in front of him, as if asking for credit, allowing Eric to see something rolled at the end of the tentacles, which was a round spore with spikes.