From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Help!!!"

The shrill shouting woke William up from his sleep. He subconsciously took out his wand and hid behind the table.

He took out a small silver mirror from his arms as quickly as possible, glanced sideways at the door, and found that no one was intruding.

'Safety, not a trap——'

After heaving a sigh of relief, William quickly cast an iron armor spell on himself and prepared to rush out to see what was going on. But as soon as he took a step, he stopped with a smile - the shouting sounded again, from inside the classroom. emitted from the walls.

‘I always tell others that walls are not a perfect protection, but I almost made a mistake on it today. ’

After warning himself once in his heart, William slowly walked to the ghost on the wall shouting for help - if the other party suddenly attacked, he could handle it at such a speed.

At William's target, within the ordinary walls that can be seen everywhere in the castle, a ghost is stuck on the wall, struggling hard, his soul flashing, and he puts in a lot of effort just by looking at it.

‘It’s a good thing to listen to other people’s experiences, especially the protective spells that should be used when camping. After using them for a while, you can feel at ease even when sleeping in the classroom. ’

"Professor William?"

The ghost stopped struggling and stared at William with a slightly fat face. It was obviously a normal greeting tone, but the combination of the words and tone gave people a strong joy similar to - God, someone can save me.

Looking at him with such expectant eyes, William felt as if it would be a mistake not to save people - even though he was the one who set the trap.

"Oh, Professor, I'm stuck in the wall, can you help me?"

This question made the culprit almost blush - "Of course, of course, there is no problem."

A few minutes later, under the grateful eyes of the ghost, the professor who had experimented with several spell-breaking techniques successfully cracked the trap on the wall and rescued him.

"That's great, thank you Professor - it's probably Peeves playing a prank again. He is always happy to set up various traps in the castle."

The rescued ghost slapped the non-existent floating soil and complained, which made William tilt his face.

This is another ghost that I don’t recognize, and he’s dressed very strangely—most of the ghosts in the castle wear wizard robes, but this one actually wears a monk’s uniform!

"Hello, I am the wizard self-defense professor, William."

William was really curious about the other party's identity, so he introduced himself directly.

"Hello, Professor William." Xu had not been introduced so seriously for a long time. The ghost was fussy for a long time before introducing himself with awkward etiquette. "Sorry, it's been so long that I forgot my name - they all call me Fat Friar, Professor, if you don't mind, please call me that too."

"Monk?"

There were too many things to complain about in this title, which caused William to unconsciously repeat it impolitely.

"Of course, of course, I'm a monk, a certified clergyman, a vocational monk - I've been serving the Lord since I graduated from Hufflepuff."

There are even more flaws in this statement - although William's utilitarian studies have made his history of magic worse than that of a third grader, he still knows very well that the church has really hunted down wizards.

Moreover, even if you changed careers halfway, why did you change from a monk to a ghost?

However, the fat monk finally made William understand the meaning of Hufflepuff accepting everyone - it is estimated that if Hogwarts recruits centaurs or enchantments as students one day, then the students I guess it was probably from Hufflepuff, as this school is a bit too inclusive.

But these complaints obviously cannot be said in person, so William endured curiosity and began to ask the other party about this week's rooster incident.

"Rooster?"

The fat monk thought for a moment and shook his head, "I didn't see it, Professor. In fact, most ghosts won't notice it."

"Majority? Why?"

"Only wizards can become ghosts and linger on the footprints left behind. Although I can't remember when the Forbidden Forest became the Forbidden Forest, most ghosts have never been to the Forbidden Forest during their lifetimes."

"most?"

William couldn't help but ask a rhetorical question - although he has not been in the job for a long time, but during this period of getting along with him, he already knows how many people in this school like to go to the Forbidden Forest - most of the first-year freshmen have never been there. He actually believes that the number of people who have never been to the Forbidden Forest after graduation is smaller than the number of girls in science and engineering!

"Of course, most students who have the courage to go to the Forbidden Forest will not choose to become ghosts, Professor."

The fat monk's voice was lowered, no longer as cheerful as before.

"Feel sorry…"

"It's okay, professor, so your problem is to find the student who sneaked out to kill the rooster on Monday and Friday?"

"Yes."

Although the work has been taken over by Professor McGonagall, if there is a breakthrough, William does not mind checking it out himself - there are too many secrets in Hogwarts Castle, and the investigation is not only to deal with this accident, but also to let others know. When an accident occurs in the next time, you won't be blinded.

"Hmm... I think about it, Professor, I think about it."

The fat monk began to float in circles with a serious look on his face.

"Yes! Professor, do you know Nick? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington."

How could I possibly know this!

"Well," looking at William's slightly confused eyes, the fat monk quickly added, "it's Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor. He is about to celebrate his 500th death anniversary party. On that day, it will be almost half All the ghosts from the British wizarding world will come, and all the ghosts from Hogwarts will participate. If you are willing to go, I think Nick will be very happy. Then you can ask all the questions from the guests present. Something happened."

Five hundred years old, a death anniversary party?

Is rebirth calculated from the day of death? You ghosts are really good at playing.

But this news is indeed great - compared to asking one by one, it will be much more efficient if the party host agrees.

"Great, thank you, Fat Friar - when is the banquet? If possible, I would like to talk to Nicholas - um, Sir Nick first."

The name was too long and William couldn't recall it.

"It's pretty quick, but I think you'll have plenty of time to communicate - the party is at the end of October, on Halloween."

The fat monk's voice was filled with the joy of helping.

"It's only September now..."

"In the blink of an eye, Professor, sometimes it takes me a month or two to stare at a painting."

The fat monk replied with a smile - this made William feel uneasy in his heart.

"Are other ghosts like this too?"

"Of course, time means nothing to us. When we figure it out, we may be able to accept death calmly."

What else are you asking? If you are all thinking about life, William might not be able to find the end of the semester.

‘Forget it, let’s use it as a backup, we can’t hope to investigate ghosts. But if everything goes well with Professor McGonagall, it probably won't be necessary. ’

"In this case, please discuss it with Sir Nick and I will attend the banquet."

"That's great, great, Nick must be very happy. I'll go find him right now and tell him the good news." The fat monk said with a smile, and then began to float towards the wall.

'What an enthusiastic ghost - I guess the person stuck in the wall came here because he heard that I was looking for a ghost, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence. ’

ps: I’m alive and will resume double updates tomorrow!