Study Days at Hogwarts

With a "pop" sound, a ball of mud circled the students blocking the way at a tricky angle and hit the marble slab in front of Filch.

Administrator Filch was staring at the mud in front of him, his face suddenly turned ugly, and there was an aura of being out of reach around him.

Albert and Li Jordan also noticed the changes in the corridor, stopped, and looked with other students toward the source of the low pressure.

Filch turned his head stiffly and looked in the direction where the mud ball was flying, only to find another mud ball as big as a thumb flying towards him.

Filch quickly dodged sideways, his eyes lingering on the spot where he had just stood for a moment, then he suddenly pushed aside the crowd in the corridor and chased the mud ball in the direction from which it flew.

The momentum of not giving up until the culprit was caught caused the surrounding students to cast surprised glances at Filch's back, and several students were even prepared to follow behind to watch the fun.

Other students wondered who threw the mud ball at Filch.

In the opposite direction of Filch chasing the prisoner, the twins appeared at the corner and waved to Albert, with cheerful smiles on their faces.

"How about it." Fred and George just appeared from the nearby secret passage, and Albert raised his index finger and made a quiet gesture.

Yes, it was the Weasley brothers who just threw mud balls at Filch. They borrowed the winged slingshot that Albert found in the Room of Requirement. The mud balls they used were just obtained from the Herbology class, mixed with The dirt of Chimomon's excrement.

Of course, the twins were not aiming at Filch, but at the marble slab under his feet. However, no matter who looked at it, they thought the mud ball was aimed at Filch.

Now, Filch, who was furious, chased after him, but found nothing. He didn't know if someone would suffer an inexplicable disaster.

After returning to the lounge, they immediately took a hot shower. When they changed their clothes and came down, they heard others talking about Filch. The administrator was looking for the culprit angrily.

"Wonderful, really wonderful!" The smile on Fred's face became even brighter, as if nothing made him happier than watching Filch deflate.

"Eat quietly." Albert glanced at them, raised his head and nodded towards Filch in the corner of the hall.

Albert didn't eat much for lunch, and there would be a grand Halloween party in the evening.

However, Filch's incident still made several people spend the whole afternoon happily.

Professor Brod from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class also knew that everyone didn't have much attention to listen to the class, so he spent the entire afternoon telling everyone interesting stories.

For example, in the mid-fifteenth century, a certain count in a trap was preparing for a duel with a child suspected of being a witch. He rode a war horse and held a lance, preparing to stab the boy to death with one shot. As a result, he hit the iron armor barrier released by a certain witch. He suffered broken bones all over his body and severe brain damage, and finally became a mentally retarded count.

This story immediately aroused everyone's interest in the Iron Armor Curse, but the professor said that this spell would not be exposed until the senior year, which disappointed most people.

"Is it difficult? By the way, doesn't Albert know this spell?" Li Jordan muttered doubtfully. His voice was not loud, but many people heard it, which attracted a lot of suspicious looks to Albert. .

Albert just smiled, without admitting or denying. Anyway, you can guess for yourself!

The Halloween banquet in the evening quickly eliminated everyone's regrets. When they walked into the hall, their attention was immediately attracted by the Halloween decorations in the auditorium.

Twelve huge pumpkins in the vegetable garden behind Hagrid's hut were carved into large lanterns, which could even seat two or three students.

A swarm of bats flew up and down the enchanted ceiling, occasionally circling above the dining table, causing the candle flames in the little pumpkin's belly to flicker.

Before the banquet began, Dumbledore first invited the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck to perform "Children, Bounce the Bludger and Throw the Quaffle."

Albert, who was sitting at the table, looked confused. He had no appreciation for the songs of this era. Although he felt that the witch singer's voice had a unique appeal, he could not compete with other songs. People are on the same channel.

While everyone was getting excited, I sat alone in my seat, feeling awkward.

Shanna across the table was in a similar situation to him, and she also looked confused.

Fortunately, the song did not last long, and finally the witch singer and his assistants temporarily left the stage amidst the enthusiastic applause of the crowd.

"Why don't you react at all? Don't you like Celestine Warbeck's music?"

"Very infectious music." Albert carefully organized his limited vocabulary. In fact, he wanted to say whether you were crazy just now, but after thinking twice, he swallowed this sentence back in his stomach to avoid being famous. Inundated with unidentified objects for fans.

"Right, Zannah." He looked at the witch opposite.

"It's wonderful music." Zannah, who also came from the Muggle world, couldn't appreciate this style of music. When faced with Albert's question, she just smiled reluctantly.

"You don't seem to like Celestina Warbeck's music." Angelina's eyes flashed with a cunning light.

"Well, there's no such thing, I just... don't listen to music often." Albert replied vaguely after swallowing the cut beef, "Speaking of which, I thought you were also intoxicated by this wonderful music. It’s in the music, I didn’t expect…”

"Ahem!" Angelina coughed dryly and hurriedly immersed herself in eating. Alia beside her shook her head invisibly.

"My whole family is a fan of Warbeck, and we like to play her songs during festivals." Fred said vaguely while stuffing chicken drumsticks into his mouth.

"Yes." George agreed, "I heard that there is a female ghost in Celestina Warbeck's team, and they often perform together. I wonder if I can see that female ghost here."

"Female ghost?"

The topic quickly aroused everyone's interest.

"Are you sure that's a female ghost?" Albert asked with raised eyebrows: "A female ghost is a dark creature. It is said that hearing her cry is fatal."

"Celestina Warbeck is the most popular singer in the UK. It is said that she graduated from Hogwarts." Li Jordan said: "However, the rumors about the female ghost are true. My mother likes the song "Singing with the Female Ghost" very much. song."

"How do you know?" Shanna asked curiously, "Besides, her female ghost companion did not appear here today?"

"Principal Dumbledore will definitely not allow female ghosts to appear in Hogwarts. That will scare many timid students." Albert recalled the introduction of female ghosts in "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense", "Female Ghosts" The ghost has long black hair that reaches the ground, a face like a skull, and eyes glowing green."

"Is it something like that?"

Suddenly, someone asked.

"What does it look like?"

"On the stands..."

Albert turned his head and looked towards the stage, his expression suddenly froze. Before he could put it into his mouth, the fried potatoes slipped from his hand and fell onto the plate together with the fork with a clang.

That's right, the thing on the stage is really similar to what Albert just described.

She has floor-length black hair, a face like a skull, and green eyes. Yes, she is a female ghost.

She opened her mouth wide, and suddenly, a weird scream echoed in the auditorium.

At the moment when the scream started, the musical accompaniment also started, and the two voices were cleverly blended together. Celestine Warbeck, an already elderly witch singer, was holding a long golden microphone. , began to sing selflessly.

To use Albert's words, this person is simply singing with all his life. However, the female ghost's scream was not as sharp and harsh as the legend says. Instead, it was successfully integrated into the soundtrack and became part of the entire song.

However, the most admirable thing was the dancer who danced with the female ghost. Albert wondered how the other person could overcome the psychological pressure caused by the female ghost.

After the song ended, even Albert couldn't help but clap along with everyone. It wasn't that he understood the song, but he admired the guys on the stage for being able to use the accompaniment to cover the screams of the female ghost and create such a Fantastic songs.

Celestine Warbeck's third piece opens at the end of All Saints' Day. After everyone learned the title of the song plus "You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Get My Heart", it aroused a very enthusiastic response, and the applause almost lifted the roof off.

"Is this song famous?" Albert asked doubtfully.

"very famous."

"My mother always wanted to go to her live concerts, but the tickets were often sold out as soon as they started. It is said that at that time, Celestine Warbeck had just released "You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Get My Heart" "At the time, fans rushed to the concert regardless of the cost, which caused the three broomsticks to collide," Fred explained.

"Oh." Albert just said oh in a neither serious nor serious tone. Since he himself is not a star-chasing person, he takes this aspect very lightly. Of course, Albert was curious about the charm of this song, so he quickly pricked up his ears and listened carefully:

You thought you were a good wizard and conquered me with your spell

But guess what, Mr. Wizard, you don't really know me.

You think you're smart, but you're actually a liar

…

you stole my pot

and toad in the pond

Crystal bottle of memory

…

You stole my pot, but you can't get my heart!

After the singing ended, Albert still looked confused.

To be honest, the song is not very good, or it is the style of the magic world, and I can't appreciate it after all. And, without a female ghost soundtrack, this song isn’t even as good as the last one. At that moment, Albert felt that he could no longer face the aesthetics of the magical world.

Seeing that several people around him were applauding vigorously, Albert also pretended to applaud, and there were calls for another song in his ears. However, the brief chaos was quickly calmed down by Dumbledore.

Celestina Warbeck left, leaving Hogwarts with her team and the ghost.

The Halloween party ended with a sigh of regret. Albert followed the surging crowd back to the Gryffindor common room.

Along the way, he heard many people talking about female ghosts.

"How many people will have nightmares today?" Mark put his arm around Albert's shoulders and asked with a half-smile.

"I don't know. However, I think it's a wonderful and bold idea, isn't it?" Albert didn't care about Mark's joke, waved his hands towards Mario and the others and said: "I think when they formed the circus , you can invite Peeves to join."

"What a brilliant idea." Mark blinked and smiled, "By the way, you haven't come to training for a long time."

"Isn't this busy?" Albert was very surprised at Mark's way of changing the topic, "Homework is never finished, and I need to participate in the Transfiguration Club every week."

"Charlie wants you to take over his Seeker position." Mark said directly: "To be honest, there is really no one in Gryffindor who can take over this position."

"Ahem, maybe a more powerful person will appear next year or the year after." After noticing Mark's "Do you believe it yourself?" expression, Albert said helplessly: "Okay, if it's true There’s nothing suitable... let’s talk about it then.”

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"You are very suitable to be a seeker." Charlie appeared out of nowhere, smiled and patted Albert on the shoulder.

Everyone is optimistic about Albert. In fact, during a friendly Quidditch match, Albert actually caught the Golden Snitch in front of Charlie. This made Charlie think that Albert was very suitable to be his successor.

After all, in the game of Quidditch, the seeker is very important and almost determines the outcome of a game.

"You know, I play Quidditch just for fun." Albert, who was caught between the two, looked helpless.

"Playing Quidditch will not prevent you from becoming an excellent wizard. Professor McGonagall was also an excellent seeker when she was young. Look, she is better than anyone else in Transfiguration. You are How can her protégé not know how to play Quidditch?"

Yes, Albert was Professor McGonagall's protégé, at least that's what some people thought.

Although Albert was quite happy to hear Charlie and the others say that. He actually understood why Charlie and the others cared so much about this matter.

No way, Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch championship in several years.

Albert actually didn't care too much about this matter, because after Charlie graduated, there was still Harry Potter as the leader, and then Potter would naturally take over the position of seeker.

That's right, please call him: Harry the Savior Potter.

Although in Albert's eyes, he is the one who takes the blame.

"Ah!" Albert sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to cover a yawn, then picked up the pillow next to him and smacked the Weasley brothers who were tap dancing and singing tune-deaf songs in the dormitory.

Merlin's beard, is this the legendary sequelae of attending a concert?

In fact, it’s no wonder the two were excited. It was a rare thing to hear Celestine Warbeck’s concert live.

"By the way, should we go on a night tour?" George suggested.

"Another day, throw the pillow over." Albert raised his hand to take the pillow thrown over by Fred, covered another yawn, and lay back on the bed. It was easy to feel sleepy after eating.