Harry Potter and Master of Magic

There are pale ghosts everywhere, and they will pass from someone's body if you are not careful.

"Be careful, don't pass through someone's body." Ron said nervously, avoiding a ghost.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pushed towards some ghost by Draco.

Oh! He went through!

The ghost flew away in panic, and Ron looked at Draco angrily and rebuked, "Bastard, how could you do this? Do you know it's rude?"

"Really?" Draco said disapprovingly, "I'll say sorry to that ghost."

"Bastard!" growled Ron in a low voice. "You should apologize to me!"

"Humph!" Draco raised his head and said proudly, "Don't even think about it!"

They walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, past a group of sullen nuns, a male ghost in ragged clothes in chains, and fat monks.

Zhang Hao knew a lot of ghosts, and he also saw a Hufflepuff ghost.

This ghost has a cheerful and lively disposition, and even death cannot change his optimistic spirit.

He was chatting with a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead, and they seemed to be having a good time together.

There is also the bloody Barrow, who is an old acquaintance of Zhang Hao. He was scrawny, his eyes were straight, and his body was covered in traces of war.

Everywhere he went, all the ghosts made a big space.

Throughout Hogwarts, Peeves' most feared ghost is the bloody Barrow.

"Oh! Oops!" Hermione suddenly stopped, hid behind Zhang Hao and said, "Turn around! Turn around! I don't want to talk to the crying Myrtle."

She pulled everyone back the same way, and finally escaped the crying Myrtle.

"Who is Crying Myrtle?" Harry asked curiously. "Why are you avoiding her?"

"She's been sitting in a toilet in the women's room on the second floor," explained Hermione. "That toilet breaks down all year round because she keeps throwing tantrums and throwing water all over the place. I try to avoid it if I can. Don't go there. You go to the toilet and he screams at you, it's horrible!"

Zhang Hao was also a little speechless, these ghosts are too personal.

Hiding in the toilet? What kind of quirk is this?

From this point of view, the ghost does not seem to be a continuation of life.

Who wants to hide in the toilet as long as there is a little bit of humanity left?

That's a toilet!

Looking at what the ghosts eat, it makes people panic.

At the other end of the basement is a long table, also covered in black velvet.

Harry and Ron jumped to the table happily, but their hearts were already half cold before they got to the table.

Zhang Hao followed behind them and smelled a pungent smell.

Huge chunks of rotten meat on delicate silver plates, dark, charred cakes piled up on large trays, and plenty of bug-infested lamb tripe, green-haired cheese...

The most disturbing thing is that there is a huge gray cake in the shape of a tombstone in the center of the table.

At first glance, this cake is not made of serious materials, and a living person will definitely not be able to swallow it.

And in the blank space on the cake, spelled out with tar-like icing:

Nicholas de Mimsy-Sir Popington

Died 31 October 1492

Everyone was stunned, only Zhang Hao was thoughtful.

Sir Nick died in 1492, by which time Ederson had been headmaster for some time, and they probably knew each other.

In other words, Sir Nick can learn about Principal Ederson from the side.

Zhang Hao thought, maybe he should find a chance to chat with Sir Nick.

At this time, a fat ghost came to the table, and he crouched down and passed directly through the middle of the table.

Throughout the process, his mouth was wide open, just past a stinky salmon.

Harry asked curiously, "Can you taste the taste when you go straight through it like this?"

"Almost!" The ghost said sadly, then turned and walked away.

"I guess they let the food rot to make it stronger," Hermione said insightfully. Covering her nose, she leaned forward to take a closer look at the rotting haggis.

"Perhaps the purpose of making food rot is not to make the taste more intense." Zhang Hao said with emotion: "Everything has a spirituality, and food is made from the corpses of all things. The purpose of cooking for living people is to make people absorb as much as possible the rich in corpses. The living part. The cooking of ghosts is just the opposite, they need the dead energy in the corpse. The more rotten the food, the stronger the dead energy. In this, it can also be related to Muggle technology. Perhaps, ghosts It is an energy body left behind after death.”

At this point, Zhang Hao has completely confirmed that ghosts are not a continuation of life at all.

But the reason for their birth is still hidden in the mist.

The little friends listened ignorantly, and they couldn't understand the truth in Zhang Hao's words.

"Let's go!" said Ron, wrinkling his nose. "I'm sick!"

Before they could leave, a short male ghost suddenly emerged from under the table and stopped in the air in front of them.

"Hello, Peeves?" Harry said cautiously, "Can you stop making complaints in the future?"

It can be seen that Harry has been tossed and feared by Peeves.

Peeves loves to play pranks. Everyone knows that he is a special ghost. It seems that in his ghost life, there is no sadness, no sadness, no unhappiness...

Aside from mischief, nothing negative can be found in him.

And his image is also different from other ghosts, he is not pale and transparent.

On the contrary, he wears a bright orange red party hat, a twirling bow tie, and a grinning smile on his wide, bad face.

After a few words, the little bastard summoned the crying Myrtle.

He framed Hermione for speaking ill of Myrtle, which Zhang Hao had expected him to do.

Myrtle was already very melancholy, and when she heard someone speak ill of her, tears immediately fell from her small transparent eyes.

Poor Peeves didn't spare poor Myrtle, and he chased after her and laughed, and the two left the party one after the other.

Next, the headless knight club came.

Sir Nick's face became very ugly. He always wanted to join the Headless Horseman Club, but Sir Patrick never agreed.

Oh! The purpose of his invitation to Harry this time was to ask Harry to help him talk.

Unfortunately, this has no real effect.

The little friends played for a while at the ghost party. They felt cold and hungry, and if they didn't go, they might fall asleep in the basement classroom.

"Let's go!" Zhang Hao whispered: "If we don't go, we may have bad luck in the future!"