Readers at Hogwarts

"Have you heard?" When Ryan passed by the restaurant, two Gryffindor students were discussing mysteriously. "It is said that there is a new ghost who died unjustly in Hogwarts. Please () Read the most complete novels! The fastest updated novels!"

"How do you know it's the ghost of a new student? Or someone who died unjustly?" Another student from Hepa joined the discussion, while Ryan slowed down and listened to the conversation of several people.

"Think about it, there are ghosts like Peeves in the school. I heard that on the day after the incident, some students asked the ghosts in the school, and they didn't know who was crying at night. Besides, what else can the person who will cry at night be but someone who died unjustly?"

"That makes sense." Hepa's student nodded.

Ryan did not continue to listen, but found Hermione's position and sat down next to Hermione. The attentive Hermione had already helped Ryan put a lot of food on the plate. This was almost a daily routine for the two of them.

"Did they really meet someone who died unjustly?" Hermione's voice reached Ryan's ears. If Ryan's attention hadn't been distracted, he might not have heard Hermione's words so quietly.

"I don't know, after all, I haven't encountered it yet, but this may be a prank by Peeves." Ryan wiped his mouth and guessed uncertainly, "I said, let's not worry about this. It’s better to think about how to spend Halloween soon.”

"Yes, it's Halloween," Hermione finally realized, "Hey, do you think it's because Halloween is coming soon, so someone started playing pranks in advance."

"This possibility is indeed quite high." Ryan nodded and reacted randomly, "Didn't I agree not to talk about that damn thing?"

"Haha." Hermione covered her mouth and laughed.

"Okay, okay, stop laughing," Ryan waved his hand dissatisfied, trying to stop Hermione, "Hurry up and eat, Professor Snape's Potions class will be held later, you don't want to be late for it experience.”

Seeing Ryan moving out Professor Snape, Hermione finally stopped laughing and began to destroy the food in front of her.

"Hey, Ryan." Harry's voice came from behind Ryan.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Ryan turned around and looked at Harry running up to him panting and asked.

"Well, can I ask, when will our mutual aid club start learning?" Harry lowered his head in embarrassment, "I'm not rushing you, I'm just, I just can't wait to learn, you know , Professor Snape, he..."

"Haha, Harry, don't worry," Ryan chuckled, comforting the anxious Harry, "Actually, if you don't come to ask me, I'm going to talk to you about this matter."

"Perhaps we can start studying next week, because George and Fred have invented the communicator, and I have found the place where the activity will take place. When George and the others finish the communicator, we can find a time to start. "Ryan told Harry the latest situation.

After hearing the good news, Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief. For Harry, things have not been very good recently. Every Potions class was a torment. Snape's eyes seemed to be hiding a knife. The poking made Harry fidgety.

Just as he was thinking about it, Harry seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Ryan with a serious face, "Lian, my scar." Harry lifted the strand of hair on his forehead, revealing a lightning-shaped scar, "Last night. , I heard a baby crying, it felt very far away at first, but then, the sound got closer and closer, and my forehead started to hurt."

"Really?" Ryan changed his relaxed demeanor and asked Harry, "Are you sure your forehead started to hurt after the crying started?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Harry nodded vigorously, confirming his previous statement, "If Ron and Seamus hadn't heard my cry, I might still be immersed in pain and unable to extricate myself."

"Have you told anyone else about this?" Ryan asked seriously.

"No." Harry replied unclearly.

"I think we may need to go to Dumbledore. Dumbledore must know what your problem is." Ryan rubbed his forehead. If he didn't take the crying seriously before, then this matter is very serious now. It was obviously beyond Ryan's current ability. He had no choice but to ask Dumbledore for help. After all, what was hidden under the scar was one of the soul fragments of the great devil in this world.

"But Harry, you don't have to worry too much," Ryan suddenly remembered that the boy in front of him didn't know these things, and quickly comforted him, "Hermione and I will check for you to see if there is any book that records your situation. Maybe we’ve found a solution.”

"Okay, thank you." Harry said his thanks a little distractedly. It could be seen that Harry was still worried.

After talking to Harry for a while, Ryan took Harry to find Professor McGonagall who had just finished class. After explaining his purpose, Professor McGonagall took the two of them to the corridor on the eighth floor where there was a single stone monster. The place.

"A pile of cockroaches," Professor McGonagall said to the stone monster.The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. "Go in, Professor Dumbledore is inside."

Ryan and Harry stepped forward, and as the stairs rotated around and around, rising higher and higher, they finally came to a gleaming oak door with a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffon.The door with the brass knocker is Dumbledore's office door.The two opened the door and walked in.

What comes into view is a spacious, beautiful circular room. The walls of the room are covered with portraits of old male and female principals. They are all snoring gently in their respective frames.There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.There are also many silverwares and a basin placed here, and a somewhat old phoenix is ​​perched on the shelf behind the door.

Dumbledore was sitting behind the table, looking at the two people who came in with a smile, and motioned them to sit down, "Would you like some iced lemon juice?" Dumbledore's generous voice came, and two glasses of lemon juice floated in the air. Arriving in front of the somewhat reserved Ryan and Harry.

"Oh, thank you, Professor." The two drank lemon juice and thanked Dumbledore.

"Then, tell me why you came to me. You must know that although there are no classes now, the next class is not far away." Dumbledore said first.

Seeing that Harry lowered his head nervously, Ryan spoke for Harry and told Dumbledore exactly what Harry had said before. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ryan found that Dumbledore was listening after he finished listening. Then, a sharp look flashed behind the glasses.

Ryan seemed to hear Dumbledore whispering something. Because it was too quiet, Ryan only heard the unexplained word "bubak".

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