[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

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

I tried a broom during my second Thursday flying class - it really has invisible cushions on it. I can fly just fine, but when I do fly it feels great.

My studies are gradually on the right track, and my magical history notes have finally spread to all the academies. Two lessons 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 phrases said by Professor Binns. Watts' ghost is a little more exploratory.

How long did they live? What did they see? Why would they choose to become ghosts and embark on another life that is almost hopelessly long?

"Lovely lady, what you said is really, very, very wonderful."

The fat cultivator looked at me with an expression full of admiration, but the curious expression on his face was more intense: "You are only eleven years old, how could you have such a realization?"

"Eleven is not too young."

I calmly scribbled down two words on my notebook, and shook my head casually: "I just think that this kind of life is not a good thing. It's not so much immortality, but atonement."

"Fat cultivator, what did you do during your lifetime that could make you not even face your own death, and even regret it so much that you would rather become a ghost like this?"

"This story is not something that an eleven-year-old girl can understand."

The fat monk's smile remained the same, his broad palm gently touched my head, making 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 beginning to wonder about the environment you were in before."

Is it? I'm just curious. Among the ghosts of the four academies, only the fat monk in Hufflepuff was not described in detail by Rowling about his life, and even his direct appearance was only the first time he was waiting for a sentence before the branch. It stands to reason that Rowling should have set all the settings, but it is not in the text, which makes me too curious.

Mao Xiong - It's a bit rude to call that pen pal, but the key is that his name is Mikhail, which really means Mao Xiong...

Durmstrang, where Mikhail is located, is a bit far away, and he is one level higher than me. When he was learning English, he happened to see the pen pal gathering of the Russian version of the Daily Prophet and sent a letter at random. found me.

Well, it's quite a coincidence. Mikhail's words were quite strict at first, but then he began to let himself go, and completely regarded me as an English instructor, free of charge.

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

This has also greatly improved my Russian writing skills, and made me sigh that there is a sense of fate that "you and I are pen pals just for me to teach you English".

Of course, this sense of fate was called "an encounter from a thousand miles away" by Linda, so I was a little curious about Mikhail's appearance.

What can I say?

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

There's still some sunshine at Hogwarts, but the Hufflepuff common room has a "it's sunny here" vibe at all times. Mr. Ronnie lay there every day, either sleeping or rolling, being fed or rubbing his head. He was more nourished than me when he was young, and his body size also increased visibly.

Big oranges are heavy, big oranges are heavy.

I will also pick two of these things to tell Mikhail, who seems a little envious of Hogwarts for having cats or something. Durmstrang seems to have a bit of trouble keeping things, so I'd like to save up enough money to buy a camera from the wizarding world.

Cameras in the wizarding world are expensive, and 80 Galleons makes me feel like I'm going to save up for a long time. It's hard to take a photo, and I can only see it by myself when I take a photo with my smartphone - since I came to the wizarding world, my phone doesn't run out of battery.

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

My connection with Mikhail continued to grow, and it coincided with the first official holiday at Hogwarts, Halloween.

I don't like Halloween, or rather, I don't like people scare me. I used to be frightened silly 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, Irina, we are witches, so we have to pretend to be something else to celebrate Halloween."

Linda looked at me confidently, I looked away from the book, and said with a blank face: "Then let me tell you a bad joke?"

"Huh? What a joke?"

"One day, a group of ghosts raised it up and decided to tell some super scary stories." I lowered my head, and my voice was as calm as stagnant water: "One of the ghosts said, then I'll come first. One day a group of ghosts went out on an adventure. , I decided to live in a wooden house at night, but there were lights in the wooden house. The ghost headed to the door, opened the door and saw the most terrible thing in the world. "

"whats the matter?"

"Oh my God, there are people in this house!"

"..."

"A group of ghosts shivered and agreed that the story was just too scary."

I closed the book with a snap, and looked at the Hufflepuff classmates or the seniors and seniors who were obviously stiff after listening to my cold joke, and smiled slightly on their faces: "So, you don't think that Do you look like a ghost inside?"

"..."

My evaluation in Hufflepuff was a little weird. It has always been a contradictory evaluation of "sometimes difficult to approach but sometimes easy to talk about". The temperament was directly said to be a bit too mature and indifferent. The bad joke did a great job of keeping me up and running, and the Badgers spread the joke throughout the school.

This Halloween everyone was living like ghosts huddled together telling scary stories, and I was happily nibbling on a pumpkin soup made especially for the house-elves and sending the joke to Mikhail.

The teenager in Durmstrang, northern Europe, opened this letter with a little Halloween candy and a page full of paper as always, and after reading this cold joke with difficulty, he spit out a mouthful of water. .

Was he going to be glad that Halloween was over when he got the letter? Otherwise what is he? Storytellers?

I succeeded in ruining Halloween, maybe ten years in the future, and I continued my studies happily. I can basically maintain good performance in every subject, the only thing that may not go well is the magic spell - the reason is also very simple, my pronunciation has not been very accurate.

The difference between American English and British English is very, very big, which directly led to the fact that I brought my American accent when I was studying at the British School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and then...

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

"A mere E? I'll fight to the death to get an E!"

Linda looked at me indignantly, copying my history of magic notes, her face extremely annoyed: "Such a good Miss Irina, what are your plans for the future?"

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

I looked at Linda in astonishment, knowing that I wanted to stay on as a professor and basically everyone knew: "Why else would I work so hard? Because only the best students can stay at Hogwarts. tz."

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

Linda glanced at the people next to the common room, snorted and said nothing. Her family has been a wizard for three generations, and she has learned a lot more than me, and the content is the same. The first grade is still not visible, I believe that the later she will be more handy.

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

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

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

"Yes what's the matter?"

"When your parents were at school, or when your uncle and aunt were at school, were there any classmates with several professors?"

"Ah? Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"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 your child is taught by me, Linda, then I will definitely be from today. Be careful to maintain my demeanor, lest you remember some dark history and tell your children."

I can't believe that Snape's **** parents don't know about it. Come on, who doesn't know who? Back then, all the students from the same school attended classes together. Even if I didn’t tell my children about the sorting hat, I would always complain to my family about what my classmates did back then. For example, my mother told me about the black history of my high school principal back then. The reason was that my high school principal was my mother's head teacher in the first year of my high school principal, and my mother was the head teacher.

Although he was a little flustered when he saw the principal, he still listened with relish and could chat with his classmates by the way. There is only one magic school in the UK, and everyone is a senior, so who doesn't know who has a black history?

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

"Really? Really? Any more gossip?"

I, calmly withdrew, tiptoed back to the dormitory with a book in hand, stroking cats, and hid myself deeply.

For the sake of the blood of the previous generation that my lovely cousin might know in advance in two years, I did my best.

The author has something to say:

Ghost: It's so scary, it's actually a human [The joke is so cold that a warning is issued

And I absolutely don't believe that the little animals at Hogwarts didn't know Snape's love-hate relationship. You have to know that the parents of most of the students in Harry's first year were Lily James, Snape's classmates or their first-year 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 high school, my mother sold me her teacher's black history and her classmates' emotional disputes. Later, I found out that my mother and my classmate's father were classmates in high school, and immediately began to discuss the gossip that my parents and myself said, and they even met a lot of gossip and even involved new gossip [Hello].

I secretly sold these gossip to my classmates. As for whether my classmates sold them to others, I don't know [Hello]

Someone must know what happened back then, but it's strange that Harry never asked anyone. So, it may be a matter of national conditions [deep face

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