HP Magic Biography

Passing through the doors full of statues of winged boars on both sides, the car moved along the steep slope, shaking dangerously in the wind that formed immediately.

Leaning on the window, Harry could see Hogwarts getting closer, and its many lighted windows flickered behind the thick rain curtain.

When their car stopped in front of the huge oak door, a thunderbolt shot across the sky, and the door entered the fort by a stone step.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville jumped out of the car and hurried up the steps. They didn't raise their heads until they safely entered the gate and came to the anteroom with the gorgeous marble staircase to watch the torch.

"Damn it," Ron said, shook the rain on his head. "If it rains like this again, the lake will be full and I will be soaked all over - oh tweeted!"

A huge red balloon filled with water fell on Ron's head from the roof and burst.

The whole body was wet and dripping with water, Ron staggered to Harry's side, just in time for the second water bomb to fall-almost hit Hermione, it exploded at Harry's feet, the cold water was shallow On his socks, everyone around was screaming and pushing each other to escape from the scene.

Harry looked up and saw the Peppy ghost floating 20 feet above their heads. He was a small ghost with a hat decorated with bells and an orange bow tie. When he aimed again, the evil face was too much. Concentrated and deformed.

"Pippi!" an angry voice shouted, "Pippi, come down immediately!"

Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal and director of Gryffindor, hurriedly walked in from the hall. She slipped on the wet floor, and she grabbed Hermione by the collar to prevent it from sliding down.

Hermione's body shook slightly, and she was a little unsteady. As soon as she sent her hands forward, she screamed in horror as she advanced.

Harry quickly grabbed Hermione's arm.

Uh, the arm...

"Ouch!-I'm sorry, Miss Granger, and...your cat..."

"It's okay, Professor." Hermione rubbed her throat, panting.

"Oh, no, wait, you say, cat?"

"I just watched him fly out of the window." Professor McGonagall said.

"Fly out." Hermione exclaimed.

Fortunately, this is only the first floor of the castle, but it's still raining outside...

"Pippy, come down now!" Professor McGonagall shouted, straightening her polka dot hat, and glaring upward through the square glasses.

"Nothing!" Pippi giggled while dropping a water bomb at several fifth-grade girls, who swooped into the hall screaming. "They were soaked long ago, didn't they? Little guys! Hmm...!" He aimed another bomb at a group of second-graders who had just arrived.

"I want to call the principal!" Professor McGonagall roared, "I warn you, Pepy Ghost."

Pippi stretched out his tongue, threw his last water bomb in the air, and suddenly fell on the marble steps, giggling like a madman.

"Hey, keep going!" Professor McGonagall said sharply to the panicked student, "Hurry up and enter the hall!"

"Quickly, let's get Van Lin back." Hermione said. She turned and ran outside the castle, and then a drenched kitten came in close to the wall.

"Oh, bad." Hermione said, "maybe you two can take Fanlin to change clothes..."

Hermione couldn't pick up the cat with all the fur on her body.

"It looks like you threw him into a puddle." Harry said.

"Which one of you has a towel?"

"Maybe you can use a cloak..."

"No, no need..." Fanlin said, "All you see is the hair, my clothes are fine."

Fanlin changed back, everyone just felt a flower before their eyes...

"Where did your clothes go?" Harry asked.

"If you can structure yourself, it is not so difficult to make a piece of clothing disappear and reappear."

As Fanlin said, his hair was wet on his head, as if he had been licked by something.

"If Professor McGonagall saw it, he would definitely praise you." Harry said that students who have a deep understanding of Transfiguration can always get praise from Professor McGonagall.

"This is not a difficult thing, but... before that, who can tell me that Pippi is there, I also think it needs to experience this feeling."

Anyone who suddenly falls into the cold water in a warm dream will not feel good...

Moreover, the ghost knows where Hermione is so hard, the position just now is a full two meters away from the wall window...

"He is a ghost..."

"Trust me, I can do it." Fanlin said angrily. Maybe he could use magic to repeatedly wash Pippi ghost, or he could stop him, and then throw him under the black lake. Body is still very useful, and they like singing very much.

"I have to disturb. If it is delayed, the dinner will begin, and our clothes..."

"Let's just go over." Fanlin said, "I can draw out some of the water, but it just doesn't drip."

"This is already pretty good," Hermione said, and the dampness of the clothes made the girl feel very uncomfortable.

"Okay, but it's just a bit cold." Fanlin said, some faint blue light appeared on his hand, and then a translucent water ball gradually appeared in Fanlin's palm.

"Ron, your clothes have faded." Fanlin said, and the water that connected Ron was faintly mixed with black.

...

The hall is still the same as it used to be ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was newly decorated for the opening ceremony. The golden plates and goblet were shining in the brilliance of hundreds of candles floating in the air, four long. At the top of the hall, the faculty and staff sat at the fifth table, facing their students.

It's much warmer here!

Harry,

Ron, Fanlin and Hermione sneaked in through the double door on the right.

They passed Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hefpaff all the way, and then with the rest of Gryffindor, they sat far away on the other side of the hall, near the almost headless Nick, who was all pearly white. , Translucent, wearing his usual tight-fitting gown tonight, tied with a knot, this bow tie has a dual function, one can look particularly festive, and the other can ensure that his head will not dangle too much on the partially cut neck Awesome.

This is a good decision for Derma, and it helps make Nick appear normal, but a ghost itself is not a normal thing.

Take Myrtle, this ghost is too skinny.

"Good evening." He smiled at them.