"Where did you go yesterday, we all fell asleep and you didn't come back with food. "Michael Korner said with a pair of big dark circles under his eyes, "I didn't fall asleep until three in the morning!"

"Sorry, Michael. "The house-elves in the kitchen are so welcoming, I drank a few more bottles of butterbeer there and slept in the kitchen for the night." ”

"You can sleep in the kitchen?" Antonin said disbelief.

"The house-elves helped me clean up a bed, muted it and made me sleep very comfortably. Silver moved his limbs, indicating that he was very energetic, "Okay guys, don't worry about those late-night snacks that you don't eat, just think of it as a weight loss." ”

"But I'm very hungry and unhappy now. ”

"Then keep upset, dear Terry. Silver said, "Who told you to sleep too heavily and miss breakfast?"

They sit by the fireside in the common room, where most of the students who are still in the common room are in the sixth and seventh grades, and they have much fewer classes than students of other ages.

"A Hufflepuff girl asked me to ask you when the next session of your Defence Against the Dark Arts cram school was and she wanted you to give her one-on-one lessons. Michael Cuner winked at Silver oddly.

"Michael, are you bitten by a harassing fly?"

Everyone laughed.

Michael said angrily, "Hey, guys, we should be on the same page, aren't we?"

"Are you instigating everyone to fight against my prefect?" Silver touched his nose, "I should put you in charge of teaching Eloise Meadgan's Defence Against the Dark Arts one-on-one next time. ”

"Michael, promise, Eloise Meadgan's pimples look pretty cute, too. Terry Bout said in fear of the world.

"Shut up, I think you're a good fit, Terry. “

"Alright, folks, that's all for jokes. "We really need to go to Defence Against the Dark Arts class—I'm talking about Professor Snape." ”

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"You're late again. Potter," Snape said coldly as Harry hurried into the candle-lit classroom, "Gryffindor deducts ten." ”

Harry glared at Snape and rushed to the chair next to Ron and sat down. Half of the class was still standing, picking up books and organizing things, and he wasn't much late.

"Where did you just go? Harry?"

"I just went to the bathroom, and I drank too much pumpkin soup this morning.

"Before I start class, I'd like to see your Dementor papers. Snape said as he casually waved his wand, and twenty-six rolls of parchment rose into the air. Neatly laid out on his desk, "I hope for you this time it's better than that Imperius Curse bullshit." Now, please open the book and turn to—what's the matter, Finigan?"

"Sir," said Seamus, "I have a question of how to distinguish between a corpse and a ghost?

"Nope. There is no such thing. Snape said in a tired tone.

"But sir, I hear people say—"

"If you read that article carefully, Finigan, you will know that the so-called Yin Corpse is just a stinky thief who has taken too much medicine. Mundungus Fletsch. ”

"But the Daily Prophet says—"

"Finigan-san, I think you're obviously lucky to be able to take an n.ets-level Defence Against the Dark Arts class. As I said, you didn't finish reading the report, if you read it carefully. It will be clear that Mondongues is a dangerous potion with a strong addiction. This potion, if taken in slightly larger doses, can damage your brain and nerves. Putting you in a state of extreme euphoria, even completely losing your mind, attacking and biting other people in unimaginable ways, it looks like a corpse. Mondongues just knocked too much of this medicine. ”

"And what is that potion?"

"You've got too many questions, Finigan-san, I'm teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts instead of Potions. Since you're asking about the difference between a corpse and a ghost, I'll find someone to answer that question, Potter, do you know the difference between a corpse and a ghost?" said Snape and suddenly pointed to the back of the classroom, his dark eyes staring at Harry.

The class looked back at Harry.

"Uh-this-the ghost is transparent-"

"Oh, good," Snape interrupted him pouting, "yes, obviously, nearly six years of magical education have not been in vain for you, Potter. The ghost is transparent. ”

Pansy Parkinson burst out loud and sneered. A few others also giggled. Harry took a deep breath and continued calmly, albeit with rage, "Ghosts are transparent, but the Yin Corpses are dead bodies, right? So they should be solid—"

A five-year-old can say that. Snape scoffed, "The Shadow Corps is a dead corpse that has been evoked by the Dark Wizard's spell. It has no life, but is only used like a puppet to carry out the orders of the wizard. And ghosts, as I am sure you all know by now, are the marks left by departed souls in the world...... Of course, as Porter wisely points out, it is transparent. ”

"But, Harry said the most practical way to tell the difference!" Ron stood up for his friend, "If we come across one in the alley, we'll see if it's solid, and we'll not ask, 'I'm sorry, are you a departed soul's mark left in the world?"

There was laughter in the classroom, but Snape's eyes were immediately suppressed.

"Gryffindor deducted another ten. I don't expect you to say anything more intelligent, Ron. Weasley—a student so solid that he couldn't even make a phantom appear half an inch in this room. ”

"Are you laughing at me, Professor, but I'm sorry, no one in Hogwarts can apparition!" Ron shouted.

"Gryffindor deducts twenty points, Weasley. "There's at least one student in this classroom your age who can do this, and he's only in his fourth year at the time." (To be continued......)

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