[HP] Neko who disappeared

I like Hogwarts, or rather, I'm getting used to Hogwarts.

I tried the broom on the second Thursday of my flying lesson - it actually has an invisible cushion.I'm not good at flying, but when I do fly it's a great feeling.

My studies are gradually on the right track, and my history of magic notes have finally been circulated to all the academies.Two lectures on the history of magic a week, although it is a good opportunity for students to catch up on sleep, but as an excellent magic successor, I still choose to carefully record the words and sentences spoken by Professor Binns, and at the same time let me have a good understanding of Hogg Watts' ghost has a little more desire to explore.

How long did they live?What did they see?Why would they choose to become ghosts, thus embarking on another life that can almost be said to be long and somewhat hopeless?

"Lovely lady, your statement is really, very, very wonderful."

The fat monk looked at me full of admiration, but his face was more curious: "You are only 11 years old, and you have such an awareness?"

"Eleven is not too young."

I calmly scratched down two words in my notebook, and shook my head casually: "I just don't think this kind of life is a good thing. Rather than saying it is eternal life, it is better to say it is redemption."

"Fat monk, what did you do before you were alive that made you not even face your own death frankly, and even repented so much that you would rather become a ghost like this and repent?"

"This story is beyond the comprehension of an 11-year-old girl."

The fat monk's smile remained unchanged, and his broad palm lightly touched my head, which made me feel a little cold on the top of my head.

"You are very different. Children who have just entered school can have this problem. I am starting to wonder about the environment you were in before."

Is it?I'm just curious.Among the ghosts of the four colleges, only the fat friar of Hufflepuff has not been described in detail by Rowling about his life, and even his direct appearance is just an excuse before waiting for the sorting for the first time.It stands to reason that Rowling should have set all the settings, but it is not in the text, which makes me curious.

Mao Xiong——It's too impolite to call that pen pal that way, but the key point is that his name is Mikhail, which really means Mao Xiong...

Durmstrang, where Mikhail lives, is a bit far away, and he is one level above me. When he was learning English, he happened to see a pen pal call-up event on the Russian version of the Daily Prophet, so he randomly sent a letter. found me.

Well, it is quite a fate.Mikhail was quite strict in his words at the beginning, but then he began to let himself go, completely treating me as an English tutor, free of charge.

It belongs to him to write a letter to me, I will copy the original text a little bit first, and then help him correct the wrong sentence ==

This has also greatly improved my Russian writing level, and I am very impressed with the sense of fate that "you and I are pen pals just to let me teach you English".

Of course, this sense of fate is what Linda called "meetings from thousands of miles away", so she was a little curious about Mikhail's appearance.

What more can I say?

I had a good time in the wizarding world. After watching the first game of Quidditch, I began to miss the basketball game deeply.

There is still some sunshine at Hogwarts, but the Hufflepuff common room has a feeling of "it's sunny here" at all times.Mr. Ronnie is nestled there every day, either sleeping or rolling, being fed or being touched on the head. His childhood is more nourishing than mine, and his body size has also increased visibly.

The big orange is the most important, and the big orange is the most important.

I will pick two of these things and tell Mikhail, he looks a bit envious that Hogwarts can have cats or something.Durmstrang seems to be a bit troublesome to keep something, so I still want to save money to buy a camera from the wizarding world.

Cameras in the wizarding world are very expensive. Eighty Galleons make me feel like I have to save money forever.It's also quite difficult to take a photo, and I can only look at it when I take a photo with my smartphone in my hand-since I came to the wizarding world, my phone doesn't drain the battery.

For this reason, my candycrash has reached more than 300 levels.

The bond between Mikhail and me continued to grow, and at the same time it was Halloween, the first official holiday at Hogwarts.

I don't like Halloween, or rather, I don't like people scaring me.I was frightened stupid when I was in college, but now I don't want to be frightened at all.

As for cosplay or something, I'm a witch now, what cosplay do I need?

"No no no Irina, we are witches, so we have to pretend to be different to celebrate Halloween."

Linda looked at me confidently. I looked away from the book and said expressionlessly, "Then shall I tell you a bad joke?"

"Huh? What kind of cold joke?"

"One day, a group of ghosts raised their hands and decided to tell some super scary stories." I lowered my head, and my voice was as calm as stagnant water: "A ghost said, then I will come first. One day a group of ghosts went out to take risks , decided to live in a wooden house at night, but there were lights in the wooden house. The leading ghost went to the door, opened the door and saw the most terrifying thing in the world."

"whats the matter?"

"My God, there are people in this house!"

"..."

"A group of ghosts trembled and agreed that this story was too horrible."

I closed the book with a snap, looked at the Hufflepuff students or seniors who were obviously stiff after hearing my cold joke, and smiled slightly: "So, don't you think Do you look like the ghosts inside?"

"..."

My evaluation in Hufflepuff is a bit weird. It has always been a contradictory evaluation of "sometimes unapproachable but sometimes easy to talk to". My temperament is directly said to be a bit too mature and indifferent.This bad joke did a good job of maintaining my image, and it also got the badgers to spread the joke throughout the school.

Everyone spent this Halloween like ghosts gathering around telling scary stories, and I happily ate the sweet pumpkin soup that the house-elves made, and sent the joke to Mikhail.

The boy in Durmstrang, far in northern Europe, opened the letter with a little Halloween candy and a page full of paper as usual, and spit out a sip of water after reading this cold joke with difficulty. .

Was he going to be thankful that Halloween would have passed by the time he got the letter?Otherwise what is he?Storytelling ghost?

Success may have ruined Halloween for ten years in the future, and I happily continued my studies.I can basically maintain excellence in every subject. The only thing that may not go well is the magic spell-the reason is very simple, my pronunciation has not been particularly accurate.

The difference between American English and British English is very, very large, which directly led to the fact that I had an American accent when I was studying in a British magic school, and then...

It's not at the level of GG, it's just not as good as potions and transformations, it's just an E, I can accept it.

"Just an E? I've worked my ass off to get an E!"

Linda looked at me angrily, copying my history of magic notes, her face was extremely angry: "Such an excellent Miss Irina, do you have any plans for the future?"

"I thought you knew I was going to stay in school."

I looked at Linda with a look of surprise. You must know that everyone knows that I want to stay in school as a professor: "Otherwise, why do I work so hard? Because only the best students can stay in Hogwarts." tz."

"The best? Isn't it the most..."

Linda glanced at the people next to the common room, snorted and fell silent.Her family has been wizards for three generations, and she has learned much more than me, and the content is the same.Now the first grade can't show it, I believe she will be more handy as she gets to the later stage.

It's just that I can understand the unfinished sentence, even if it's over with a smile, there's no need to say it in the open.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious."

My voice raised a little bit, and I didn't reveal anything, but it made the students next to me prick up their ears: "Linda, your parents are also from Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"When your parents were in school, or when your uncle and aunt were in school, were there any professors who were classmates with you?"

"Ah? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Just curious, because I heard that Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout used to be classmates. And if I become a professor in the future, and Linda, your child is taught by me, then I will definitely start from today Be careful to maintain my demeanor, lest you remember some dark history and tell your children."

I can't believe that the parents don't know about Snape's shit, come on, who doesn't know who?Back then, they were all in the same school, and even if they didn't know how to talk about the sorting hat with their children, they would always complain to their families about what their classmates did back then.For example, my mother told me all about the black history of my high school principal. The reason is that my high school principal was my mother's class teacher in the first year as the head teacher, and my mother was the class leader.

Although I was a little flustered when I saw the principal, I still listened with great interest, and I was able to chat with my classmates by the way.There is only one magic school in the UK, and everyone is a senior. Who doesn't know who has a black history?

"Speaking of this, I remembered that my grandmother was Professor McGonagall's prefect back then. Before I came to Hogwarts, she said that Professor McGonagall was very good back then, but he would still run away after curfew. She went out and was caught directly by her."

"Really? Really? Any more gossip?"

I exited calmly, tiptoed back to the dormitory with the book in my hand to pet the cat, and hid myself and my name deeply.

For the sake of my lovely cousin who might be able to know the blood of the previous generation in advance two years later, I did my best.

The author has something to say:

Ghost: It's scary, that's actually a human [The joke is so cold that I'm about to issue a warning

And I absolutely don't believe that none of the little animals in Hogwarts knew about Snape's love and hatred back then.You must know that the parents of most of the students in the year Harry entered were Lily James and Snape’s class or classmates. I don’t believe that no students would ask their parents, “Mom, do you know that super gloomy Potions professor?” ".You must know that my mother and I were in the same high school. Before entering high school, my mother sold me all the black history of her teacher and the emotional disputes of her classmates.Later, I found out that my mother and my classmate’s father started discussing the gossip about my parents and myself immediately after they were classmates in high school, and they met a lot of gossips and even involved new gossip [Hello].

I secretly sold these gossips to my classmates. As for whether my classmates sold them to others, I don’t know [Hey]

There must be someone who knew what happened back then, but Harry never asked anyone about it, which is also quite strange.So, it may be a matter of national conditions [Deep face

As for why you didn't ask Ron, Ron said that his parents were not from those seven years, and they didn't meet at school.