I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Lynn originally just wanted to take this opportunity to learn something about ghosts, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to get such a big secret.

He looked at the fat monk expectantly: "Then what kind of magic is this?"

The fat monk said solemnly: "This magic is"

Suddenly, he seemed to come back to his senses, blinked his eyes and looked at Lynn, "I can't tell you this, anyway, it's not something you, a little wizard, should know."

Lynn suddenly felt as uncomfortable as seeing a broken chapter by an unscrupulous author, and he asked insincerely.

"Then why don't you, fat monk, use this magic to revive yourself?"

"Why do I want to be resurrected?" The fat monk spread his hands and said, "Being a ghost is just convenient for me to study the world of the dead. Who do I go to after I am alive? Besides, resurrection is not free." The voice was almost a whisper, but it was still heard by Lynn.

"Okay, little wizard of Slytherin, I've talked to you long enough tonight, Nick seems a little sad, I'm going to comfort him."

In the center of the classroom, twelve headless horsemen suddenly appeared and attracted the attention of all the ghosts present. Nick wanted to make a speech on the high platform, but no one paid attention to him.

After the fat monk left, Hermione and the others also found Lynn.

"Let's get out of here quickly. It's too cold. I suspect that if I stay a little longer, I'll drink Madam Pomfrey's potion tomorrow." Ron muttered.

"Apologizing to Nick next time and leaving without saying goodbye, I really can't stand it now." Harry said the same.

Because at this time, the sound of rubbing the blackboard with fingernails sounded again, and the big ghosts and little ghosts in the classroom re-entered the dance floor and started their dance.

Hermione leaned in front of Lynn: "Have you done everything you wanted to do?"

Lynn looked depressed. He didn't hide it in front of Hermione, and he seemed in a bad mood: "It's better not to ask, this kind of half-and-half talk makes me very uncomfortable."

"I just saw you chatting with the fat monk? He should be a good ghost?"

"It's a very friendly ghost, and I really gained something from this trip. I'm a little greedy. By the way, thank you for inviting me to come here with Hermione."

Hermione said coyly, "What can you thank me for?"

"Ah, if I don't thank you, do I still have to scold you?"

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Don't get angry, don't get angry, get used to it, you're used to it.

Lynn and Harry separated after they left the dungeon together.

The three of them planned to go to the auditorium to see if there was anything left to eat. Lynn said that he was not hungry and planned to go directly to Slytherin's dormitory.

Lynn walked in the direction of the Slytherin common room, then turned into Lockhart again around a corner, and then turned to walk towards his office.

In fact, he gained a lot from this trip. Whether it was the experience of the fat monk or his views on the dead and ghosts, Lynn felt that it was very valuable.

As for the magic that the fat monk didn't want to tell him that could revive ghosts, Lynn was also very interested.

As we all know, the fat monk is an honest man, and Lynn likes to play with honest people the most. He plans to get in touch with him more in the future, and maybe he can ask him what the magic is.

Even if this thing is useless to him now, it won't necessarily be the case in the future.

The office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the fifth floor. Just as Lynn walked to the third floor, he was taken aback suddenly, and the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly!

On the other side, after Harry and the others separated from Lynn, they walked towards the auditorium.

"I swear I'll never go to a spooky Deathday dinner again, it's torture for us."

"But Lynn seems to be very happy there. If we hadn't pulled him away in the end, maybe he would have stayed there until the end."

Hermione folded her hands on her chest, and said proudly: "Of course Lynn is different from you. If you are like him, then I don't need to bother so much."

Harry and Ron were speechless, wondering what she was proud of.

"and many more!"

Just when they were about to reach the door of the auditorium, Harry suddenly shouted nervously.

Both Hermione and Ron stopped, and they looked at Harry with puzzled faces: "What's wrong?"

"Did you guys hear any strange noises?" Harry swallowed and said nervously, "It's saying, it's going to kill someone!"

Hermione and Ron looked around in horror, held their breath, and listened carefully.

But there was no sound from this side of the corridor except the laughter from the other side of the auditorium.

"Harry, we didn't hear"

"Over here!" Before Hermione could finish her sentence, Harry interrupted her and led them running up the stairs.

He touched the cold stone wall, and the intermittent sound in his ears became weaker and weaker. He kept climbing up the stairs, wondering what the sound was?

The sound of the voice disappearing goes all the way up, so is it a ghost?

Harry came all the way to the third floor. They wandered back and forth several times on the third floor. Ron and Hermione followed behind panting. The three of them kept on going, and finally turned a corner and came to the last empty corridor.

"Harry, what the hell is going on here?" said Ron, wiping sweat from his face. "I can't hear anything..."

Hermione gasped suddenly and pointed down the corridor.

"Look!"

Something was shining on the wall in front of them. They approached slowly, squinting to make out in the dark. Between the two windows, on the wall a foot above the ground, some writing was scribbled, shimmering in the light of the burning torches.

There were two people standing beside that wall, to be precise, one was lying on the ground, and another person was standing next to that person.

Harry and the others came closer, and they saw who the man standing was, their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—Professor Lockhart.

The people lying on the ground were unfamiliar to them, but they also knew each other.

Justyn Finletary, Hufflepuff's second year student.

At this time, Fenlieli was lying on the ground without a sound, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were full of horror, and his body was as stiff as death!

The three of Harry watched this scene in shock.

"Professor Lockhart, what's going on?" Before Hermione could finish asking, Harry grabbed her. He pursed his pale lips and motioned Hermione to look at the wall.

[The chamber of secrets is opened. 】

[Those who are enemies with the heir, be vigilant! 】