Harry Potter and Master of Magic

Zhang Hao did what he said, and he really brought Qin to Hogwarts.

In the adult world, being able to play is not a problem, but whether you want to play and whether you dare to play are the biggest problems.

Zhang Hao both wants to play and dares to play, why not play?

Walking the bird - the old man's favorite!

Others play with parrots, with house sparrows, with partridges... Zhang Hao directly plays with phoenixes.

For the next period of time, he walked around the school with the piano on his back every day, and he was inseparable even in class.

It is not easy for ordinary pets to enter the classroom, and it is impossible for professors to allow them.

But if someone's pet is a phoenix, that's another story.

Perhaps thanks to a certain organization, the professors are very fond of Phoenix.

Zhang Haoqin took the piano to and from the classrooms of various subjects, but no professor stopped him.

Even the stern and stern Professor McGonagall conjured magical flames for Jyn to eat.

"What's her name?" Professor McGonagall praised: "Mr. Zhang, have you seen Fox? I don't think she's worse than Fox at all."

"Jin Grey - her name is Jean Grey, Professor McGonagall also likes Qin?" Zhang Hao said proudly: "I took a lot of effort to tame this, you should know the whole story."

"Of course, of course I know." Professor McGonagall smiled: "I hope you can take good care of her, and she will help you a lot in the future."

"Yes, I will take good care of her." Zhang Hao vowed: "I will take care of her as a daughter."

Professor McGonagall's attitude surprised everyone. Is this still the old-fashioned and strict professor?

She actually has kind eyes and kind eyes, the sun is really coming out of the west!

The jealous eyes of countless people kept Qin in a state of frizz for a long time.

This situation did not gradually disappear until a week later, whether it was Zhang Hao or Qin, they all adapted to everyone's eyes.

The only bad guy who was particularly annoying was Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart.

This bastard doesn't know what the hell is going on. He often hangs around Zhang Hao and takes Zhang Hao to take pictures together.

Of course, he never succeeded.

Every time he does this, weird things happen around him.

Either his robe suddenly caught fire, or something suddenly attacked him.

Colin, who was in charge of taking pictures of Lockhart, was terrified, thinking that Lockhart was possessed by a mold.

Zhang Hao kept muttering in his heart: "This Lockhart doesn't want to use the oblivion spell on me, right? If he succeeds, will he take Qin away?"

This possibility is not impossible, so he has always guarded Lockhart and never gave Lockhart a chance to get close.

One day, Harry brought an invitation.

"Hao, Sir Nick's death anniversary is coming. He invited me to the death anniversary banquet." Harry asked, "Would you like to go together? Ron and Hermione are going to attend, as well as the ghosts of the academy."

"Oh! A party belonging to ghosts?" Zhang Hao said with interest: "It sounds very good, I will go. When is Sir Nick going to hold the banquet?"

He had only heard of ghost banquets before.

In the wizarding world, it is not uncommon for ghosts to host feasts.

Even in the Muggle world, there are Muggles who, for special reasons, see ghosts throwing parties.

In this case, the unfortunate Muggle would be seriously ill if not scared to death.

It is said that once more than ten years ago, a lonely Muggle old man ran into a ghost holding a banquet in the basement - he was scared to death on the spot!

At the time, it was put on Voldemort's head, which made his horror even more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Later, when a few ghosts of the accident were chatting with the wizard, the truth of the incident was revealed.

The wizards were dumbfounded when they learned the truth. It turned out that Voldemort was wronged sometimes.

If it weren't for Voldemort's lingering power, this incident would probably have become a laughing stock in the wizarding world.

As for the innocent victim of that incident - how could the old man see the ghost? This is still an unsolved mystery.

Zhang Hao has always wanted to know what kind of existence ghosts are. He hopes ghosts are the continuation of wizards' lives.

In that case, there will be one more road to longevity.

But it's not easy to verify this proposition, because ghosts really can't be studied...

"It's Halloween. If you go to Sir Nick's death anniversary party, you won't be able to participate in the school banquet." Harry spread his hands and said, "The death anniversary party is held in the basement, and the environment there may not be very good."

There are still two weeks until Halloween, it seems that the ghosts have to prepare in advance for the banquet!

"I guess so," Zhang Hao nodded. "It is estimated that they will serve us with moldy food, so it's best to fill your stomach first when you go."

This is what he read in some books, and there have been ghost banquets in the past.

"So terrifying?" Harry's expression changed immediately, and he exclaimed, "Oh! I should have declined Sir Nick's invitation."

Look at this kid, he's still so sloppy!

"Don't worry, they won't force you to eat." Zhang Hao comforted: "However, participating in the ghost banquet may have some negative effects, and we may be unlucky for a while afterwards."

"Why?" Harry said in confusion. "Will it be bad luck to attend the ghost banquet?"

He couldn't even recite the textbook, so naturally he couldn't care about these anecdotes.

"Yes." Zhang Hao explained: "It is recorded in the book that people who are in constant contact with ghosts will become very unlucky. That's why some people think they are ominous. This is not an unfounded speculation."

"Mumble!"

Harry swallowed, regretting it even more now.

He thinks that his luck is not good enough. If he is tossed by the ghosts again, God knows what terrible things will happen.

The two chatted for a while and then separated. Zhang Hao saw that it was still early and decided to go to Professor McGonagall to discuss some matters.

He had made an appointment with Professor McGonagall, and the appointment was in her office.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Zhang." Professor McGonagall asked kindly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

As the old saying goes, gifted students get preferential treatment everywhere.

If Harry came to this professor, I'm afraid he would only get two disgusting glances.

"Professor, I have invented a meaningful sport that I hope will be supported by the school."

Zhang Hao went straight to the point and didn't beat around the bush at all.

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall asked with a smile. "Meaningful movement? Why do you think so?"

She seemed to have some interest, and she was obviously asking to hear about the detailed plan.

Zhang Hao explained with a smile: "The sport I invented requires certain terrain support and is carried out in a team confrontation mode. If the plan goes well and the sport is promoted, the efficiency of wizards in learning magic will be greatly enhanced."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and encouraged: "Go ahead, I want to hear your specific plans."

"I made a plan, you can take a look." Zhang Hao took out a notebook and said leisurely: "There is plenty of time, you can read it slowly."