"Nick, what did you all talk about?"

After watching William leave, Harry asked with some curiosity.

He just overheard some of the words that William had said before his arrival, as if he was talking about beheading?

"Ah, it's just a little thing, you should focus on the competition or your studies now, and don't let these things distract you." Sir Nicholas replied solemnly.

It seems that he is not as upright as he appears, and although what William said is so fanciful, Nick instinctively feels that even if William's magic is not some evil black magic, I am afraid it will not be much better.

This kind of thing, or the fewer people who know about it, the safer.

Although he knew that William's purpose was not pure, Nick did not refuse William's suggestion, he was really fed up with this head dripping around his neck.

"Oh~ Oh well." Harry, who didn't get a word from Nick, had to hold back his curiosity, he wasn't a very sociable little wizard.

"Just finished Quidditch training?" Sir Nicholas looked at Harry, who was covered in sludge, and he didn't show the same disgust as William.

After all, he was already a full-fledged ghost.

"yes, Wood has been going crazy these days, pulling us out for a good training session whenever he has time."

Harry's attention was quickly drawn to Quidditch by Nick, who complained to the resident ghost of Gryffindor about how much Wood loved training.

"It's a training maniac."

"It's a bit difficult to go out to train in this weather." Nick turned around lightly and looked out the window at the scene of thunder.

"But don't blame Wood, he also wants Gryffindor to win, after all, the first game after Halloween is against the Slytherin team." Nick was on the sidelines and harry.

"I know, and I'm not trying to blame Wood, I'm just a little irritated that the Slytherin team got seven Halo 2001, which is the fastest broom on the market right now. I'm a little worried about the next game, they're like seven green shadows now. ”

Harry's mouth was like a machine gun, Ron and Hermione were also very busy this time, because the professors of the various subjects had assigned a wide variety of homework, and he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

They weren't as good as William, who had just left, so much so that they were exempted from their homework by the professor.

Hearing Harry's complaints, Nick was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Harry, you don't look like a Gryffindor at all, be confident, know that speed isn't everything in Quidditch, it's a sport that implies the same bravery as Gryffindor."

"Thank you, Nick, I shouldn't have thought of that." Encouraged Harry, he couldn't help but be a little happy.

"It's nothing, it's my duty to help a little wizard like you.

It's a nostalgic thing that I haven't seen a Quidditch match live in hundreds of years. Nick's eyes flickered a little, and he thought of those old days.

"I don't think I've seen you on the Quidditch pitch, or any other ghosts." Harry thought about it.

"Of course, we also lost a lot of it after becoming ghosts, at the very least, the right to go and watch Quidditch live.

Most ghosts are unable to live during the daylight for long periods of time, and direct sunlight is a deadly poison for these spirits.

You'd better hurry back and get back, he'll kill you if Filch sees what you are. ”

"Meow~!!" As soon as Sir Nicholas finished speaking, Harry heard a high-pitched, shrill cry near his own ankle.

He lowered his head, and a scrawny gray cat was staring at him viciously with two yellow eyes that yearned for protrusion, like light bulbs.

"You'd better get out of here, Harry." Nick reminded Harry. "Filch has been in a bad mood lately, and several third-graders have accidentally smeared frog's brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom, and he has been busy all morning."

Do you still need to say that, Nick!?

Hearing the cat's meow, Harry ran in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower without looking back.

A few common convictions among Hogwarts students are that Filch is about to arrive when this damn grey cat is staring at you.

It's as if the two of them have seen Merlin's telepathy, sensing each other's position and emotions.

Whenever the gray cat let out that heart-rending howl, Filch could have been to the scene of the incident in a matter of minutes, and he knew most of the secret passages in the castle with ease.

And once you get caught by Filch, even if you don't make any mistakes, you will be picked out by his pile of eggs, followed by a set of standard operating procedures such as deducting points and closing down.

That's why Filch is so resentful of the little wizards, he's already a little sick.

It was still true that he hadn't made a mistake, let alone the muddy trail Harry had left behind, which was a blatant slap on Filch's fragile nerves, and then a vicious spit.

I really don't know why Old Deng left a Squib at Hogwarts, which is full of magic.

Here, apart from him, there are either highly skilled professors, or lively and active little wizards who are learning magic and casting magic, and they are all a group of people who are not compatible with Filch.

Even the expelled Hagrid and the lame Professor Lockhart would use one or two hands of magic.

He's the only one who lives as a squib in a magic school full of wizards.

His mental journey can be imagined.

"Stop! You goddamn little wizard! Before Harry could run out of the hallway, Filch suddenly appeared, lifted a tapestry, and ran towards Harry.

There's still this secret passage there?

Before Harry could think about it, Filch rushed in front of Harry and grabbed his arm.

"Damn dirty! It's dirty everywhere and I'm really fed up! You'll be punished, I swear! Come with me, Potter. He roared at Harry, as loud as if he had been spelled with a amplification spell.

Even William, who had not gone far, heard Filch's roar.

Good luck, Savior Potter.

William drew a cross on his chest without sincerity, and then quickened his pace towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

He has things to do.

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