Vol 2 Chapter 1182:

"A zombie is a corpse inspired by a dark spell. It is not alive. It is just a puppet that obeys the wizard's order. A ghost, I believe you all understand now, is a dead soul who has escaped from the world, of course, as Potter told wisely Ours is transparent..."
Snape paused, and the mockery in his words was quite obvious.
"But what's wrong with this?" Ron didn't know what was going on, Snape mocked Harry and seemed to make Ron a little unacceptable.
Fanlin looked at Ron in surprise, trying to admonish him not to irritate Snape, but it was obvious that Ron would be wrong and his gaze was probably a way of encouragement.
"The way souls exist in the world is nothing more than to become ghosts. They are transparent, three-dimensional human figures, which are easy to identify, just like those ghosts in Hogwarts..."
There was a burst of laughter from the class, but it was immediately suppressed by Snape's glance at the class.
"Gryffindor deducts ten more points," Professor Snape said impatiently. "I don't want to listen to your ridiculous remarks, Ronald Weasley. If the knowledge of ghosts is limited to this, I I would advise you to stay away and hide behind your good friend, Potter?"
Almost at the same time, Fanlin and Hermione turned their faces at Harry at the same time. When facing Snape, Harry was no better than a powder keg.
"No!" Hermione whispered hard, and before Harry opened her mouth angrily, Hermione took Harry's arm, "Don't do this, you just ended the confinement!"
"Now open your textbook and turn over 23 pages," Professor Snape sneered. "Read the first two paragraphs of the imprisonment curse. If you don't want to tie yourself up, just remember the next words for me. ."
It can be said that Ron was very depressed in this get out of class. When the bell rang, Lavender caught up with Ron. It seemed that Lavender had planned to forgive Ron, but now Ron was in a bad mood, and Lavender De chose a wrong way again.
She complained about her dissatisfaction with Snape, but the move seemed to only anger Ron?
The ghost knows what logic is this?
Perhaps Ron agreed with Snape's abilities?
It must be admitted that Snape taught Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and the effect was not worse than Lupin's, and many small skills were refreshing, which made Snape more clever.
However, it is also possible that Ron lacked some patience and hardly hesitated... Ron and Harry detoured and walked to the boys' bathroom.
"I'll go take a look." Hermione was left to calm Lavender, and Fanlin hurried after it.
"Snape is right, isn't it?" Ron said after staring at a broken mirror for a minute or two. "I don't know if I'm worth a try. I just can't catch the hanged ghost."
"You'd better go to Hogsmeade to practice it and see where they can catch you," Harry said comfortingly. Ron succeeded in getting lost in the ghost under Snape's words. "In any case, it's much more interesting than foolishly falling into guesswork."
"Oh, forget it, the ghosts of Hogwarts are mostly a kind of thought." Fanlin shook his head, "What can cause danger to wizards is not so much a ghost as a ghost. Because death has accumulated enough grievances, and then a little opportunity..."
"opportunity?"
"For example, the magic circle, or the natural terrain." Fanlin said, "Others are more dangerous, the gathering of bones, or something similar to the tomb, some dangerous dark magic items, Only by catching all kinds of objects, evil spirits can exert their power beyond imagination. For example, Pippi, he can only affect some objects, and is not even as good as Myrtle..."
"Wait, what are you talking about? Myrtle?" Harry said suddenly, his eyes lit up. "I mean, we can... Myrtle? This is the boys' bathroom!"
Harry raised a decibel, which shocked Fanlin. When he turned his head, Myrtle was floating in the air from the bathroom, staring at them indifferently behind the glasses.
"Oh," she said depressed, "it's the three of you."
It looks like Myrtle is a bit boring, maybe the three of them are a bit boring?
"Who do you think it is?" Ron stared at her ugly from the mirror.
"I don't know, who is it!" Myrtle said, wiping a stain off her chin unhappily. "He said he came to see me, but you suddenly came in to see me." She looked at Harry reproachfully At a glance, "I haven't seen you for months, and I don't expect too many boys."
"No... I mean, this is the boys' bathroom... I thought you lived in the girls' bathroom?" Harry said.
"Yes," Myrtle shrugged angrily, "but that doesn't mean I can't go to other places. I went to your bathroom to see you, remember?"
"Obviously!" Harry said. Obviously, from Harry's tone, it was definitely not a pleasant experience.
"But I think he likes me. Myrtle said sadly that maybe he will come back after you two leave. We have many similarities. I think he feels so too." Myrtle looked at the floor hopefully.
"Who is he?" Fanlin asked.
Harry looked at Fanlin. It was obvious that Harry thought of someone.
If there is something to do with Myrtle at Hogwarts at this moment... Except for Malfoy who expropriated Myrtle’s bathroom, Fanlin really couldn’t think of anyone else who could be related to a ghost wandering in a pipe. of.
"You said you are very similar," Ron's voice became cheerful. "You mean he also lives in a tap?"
"No," Myrtle protested, her echo echoing in the old bathroom, "I mean he is very sensitive, and people frighten him, he also feels very lonely, no one can speak, he is not afraid to speak He feels and cries!"
"Crying?" Fanlin looked at Harry, this description...well... it doesn't seem to match the image of Malfoy.
Think of Malfoy's self-righteous appearance in the past, and, in Slytherin, or the whole Hogwarts, there is no other person besides them who dare to ridicule Malfoy.
If there is, then Malfoy will definitely let him know the consequences of stubbornness.
...
"You mean... there is a boy crying here?" Harry asked curiously. "A young boy?"
"Please pay attention!" Myrtle glared at Ron with small eyes when Ron was laughing, "I promised that I would not tell anyone, I will keep his secret..."
"It's not a grave, is it?" Ron sniffed. "Maybe it's the sewer."
"Oh, no, don't do this..." Fanlin shook his head. Myrtle is a sensitive one, and now, it is clear that Myrtle has some secrets that others don't know, such as the crying Malfoy little angel. ?
Myrtle is a girl, and it must be admitted that Malfoy's face is very attractive to this age... I mean, the little girl at the age when Myrtle died.
But before Fanlin was asking anything, Myrtle was so angry that she was sobbing and crying. Then, as soon as she turned around, she rushed back to the bathroom, splashing water everywhere on the floor, irritating Myrtle to make Ron feel Very fresh.
"You're right," Ron said, happily throwing his schoolbag on his shoulder. I will go to Hogsmeade to practice before my test.
"Then I can only advise you, put on the cloak, at least it won't make you feel too cold." Fanlin said helplessly, but Harry didn't feel a pity.
Have a goal, right?
Not seeing Myrtle in Myrtle’s toilet is not uncommon in itself, because Myrtle likes to wander through the disrepaired sewage pipe at Hogwarts, but now...
Very good, this female ghost...the female ghost successfully attracted the attention of the boss.
So, it’s the weekend. Ron and Hermione and other sixth-grade students who are about to be seventeen will be tested in two weeks.
Sadly, Fanlin was smaller than Harry, so Fanlin had to ask Professor McGonagall to take the test in advance.
This made Harry jealous, but Fanlin was waiting for a year...
This is really too much. In fact, early admission does not seem to be a good thing.
Harry noticed with jealousy that Fanlin and the three of them were preparing to go to the village. He could only miss this trip. The beautiful spring had arrived, and the sky was so clear that everyone had to watch for a long time.
In any case, he decided to use this time to look for new discoveries again.
"The best thing you should do is go to Slughorn's office and beg him to give you that memory!" When Harry told Fanlin and Hermione of the plan at the entrance of the auditorium, Hermione said truthfully .
"Actually, I have tried it!" Harry defended. "I tried to test him in the corner after the pharmacy class this week, but he quickly left the dungeon classroom and I couldn't catch him."
On two occasions, Harry went to Slughorn's office and knocked on the door, but no one responded, although the second time he was sure he heard the sound of quickly turning off the old phonograph.
"He doesn't want to go with me, Hermione! He knows what I'm trying to do, but he doesn't let this happen!" Harry said with a little frustration. It is always difficult for a stubborn old professor to handle it, like It's like failing a subject, after all, the old professor lacks nothing, and this is still enough to ruin Slughorn's long-standing reputation. Obviously, this is not easy to do.
"Well, you did your best, right?" Hermione stared at Harry closely, which made Harry feel a little uneasy.
Fanlin had to pull Hermione back, and it was time to show his masculinity.
A small group of students were waiting to go through Fitch’s inspection. He was holding a secret sensor. Harry walked forward silently towards Fitch. He hoped that Fanlin and Hermione, oh... and Ron, he is with Lavender now.
Hope they can have good luck.
Before he could say goodbye, Harry returned to the castle and climbed the marble stairs, determined that no matter what Hermione said, he would spend an hour or two on Myrtle.
When he turned away from the view of the entrance of the hall, Harry took out the survival map and the invisibility cloak. After putting on the clothes, he tapped the map and said in a low voice: I solemnly swear that I didn't do anything good.
Just like Sunday morning, almost all the students are in the common room. Gryffindor’s lounge is in one tower, Ravenclaw is in another, Slytherin is in the dungeon, and Hafbuff In the basement next to the kitchen.
Around the library and the upward staircase are people hanging out. Some people are outdoors, and there is one person with his stomach in the corridor on the second floor. He is George Gore.
Although it was not clear what they were doing inside, Harry was not worried. Regardless of whether the map of the live spot was displayed or not, as long as Gore stood guarding outside, Malfoy must be there.
Harry quickly ran up the stairs and slowed down at the corner of the corridor. He tiptoed very slowly towards a small-looking girl who was holding a heavy brass balance in her hand. Hermione had been two stars before. I kindly helped this little girl.
Harry waited behind her right, and suddenly said softly, "Hello...you are beautiful, aren't you?"
Suddenly, Gore let out a terrible scream, threw away the balance, ran away in a hurry, and disappeared before the echo of the broken balance disappeared.
Harry smiled and looked at the corridor behind him. He was sure that Draco Malfoy knew someone would stop outside, but he didn't dare to show up. Harry felt very happy thinking of these.
But this hopeful mood didn't last long. Half or an hour later, Harry tried to see a change in what Malfoy was doing in the bathroom, but as before, nothing happened here.
Snake whisper, or something. In short, Harry found nothing, like a Muggle house, except that it was too remote and no one came over.
Harry was frustrated and disappointed. Malfoy might just be away from him, leaving no trace. Harry lost his patience and rushed out of the bathroom angrily.
"what!"
Without paying attention, Harry kicked on the door frame, and suddenly Harry jumped up on one foot, and the invisibility cloak tripped him.
"Harry?"
Hearing someone calling him, Harry turned his head and, to his surprise, it was Tonks. Tonks came over as if she often wandered this corridor.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, wondering why Tonks always showed up when he was lying on the floor.
"I came to see Dumbledore," Tonks said wearily.
Harry thought she looked terrible, and her hair was thinner than before.
"His office is no longer here," Harry said. "On the other side of the castle, behind the monster beast..."
"I know," Tonks said, "he is not here, obviously he just left."
"Really?" Harry said, carefully putting his injured foot back on the ground.
"Um... you don't know where he went."
"Obviously." Tonks joked rare. "Otherwise I won't have to wander around the castle."
"Why did you come to see him?"
"Nothing special~EbookFREE.me~ Tonks unconsciously pulled his sleeves and said, I just thought he might know what to do. I heard rumors...someone was injured."
"Yes, I know, it was reported in the newspaper," Harry said. "That kid wanted to kill him... The Daily Prophet often does this kind of thing..."
But Tonks was a little absent-minded, it seemed that she was not listening to Harry.
"Hey, Tonks, what's the matter with you?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Oh, no, nothing." Tonks came back to his senses and forced his spirits up. "I think, I may be a little tired recently. I think I should go to Dumbledore. Then, see you later, ha Li, I will visit you often."
　　
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