"Our medals are broken, and we haven't gone to buy new ones." Before Ron could speak, Harry hurriedly spoke.

At the same time, Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and dragged him behind the two of them.

"Oh, I've got a few more in stock here, so you can put them on."

To Harry's surprise, William didn't say anything sarcastic, but took out two medals from his pocket and threw them to Harry at random.

In fact, if it weren't for Ron's frequent initiative to find trouble, with William's character, he would not have talked to such a person with an obviously negative IQ balance.

"Thank you, William. What were you talking about? What company? Harry asked William with some curiosity.

The savior, who wore the medal, only felt a warm current gradually spread from his chest to his whole body, and the biting chill caused by the gathering of ghosts was completely driven out of his body.

Ron, on the other hand, also put on the medal with a red face, and shrunk behind the two of them without saying a word.

"Kenrito Alchemy Company, this is the alchemy company I registered in Germany some time ago, as you can see, the company has just started, and many things need me to do personally, such as going to talk about some business cooperation with ghosts from all over the world like today." William briefly explained to the others what he was doing.

"Will there be a business partnership with the ghost? Aren't they all dead men already! Hermione asked, a little strangely.

"Watch your tone, Miss Granger, as much as you say the truth, it's offensive to the ghosts, who don't want to be mentioned by the living that they're dead.

Of course, you can have business cooperation with ghosts! They are indeed dead, but death has not completely taken away their emotions, they still have obsessions and emotions, so naturally they still have appeals. ”

"But what good can I do to help these ghosts?" After listening to William's words, Ron couldn't help but ask.

"I mean, they don't have a golden Galleon."

"You're too narrow-minded, Weasley, don't you think the secrets hidden beneath the ghost's milky body are more curious than the financial gains?"

Speaking of this, William's eyes were faintly intoxicated, and he could see that he was in a very good mood today, and even answered Ron's question.

"No wizard has ever been able to figure out how ghosts come to be. They have so many secrets for me to dig up that Galleon is nothing compared to that.

Okay, go play on your own, I'll have to talk to other ghosts, and today is a rare opportunity to see so many ghosts at Hogwarts. ”

With that, William waved his hand and walked towards the center of the stage, his time was too precious to be wasted in meaningless conversations with the Savior.

"Wait a minute, William. Do you know where to eat? We haven't eaten yet. Harry quickly stopped William, who was about to turn away, he was very hungry now.

The Medal of the Cold only protects him from the cold, but it can't help him solve the problem of an empty stomach.

Neither alchemy nor Transfiguration can conjure food out of thin air, even if Dumbledore comes.

Wizards can only summon prepared food from other places through diversion spells, but they can't conjure food out of thin air.

This is the most basic limitation of Transfiguration, one of the few rules of magic.

No wizard has yet succeeded in breaking this rule, the Gamp Basic Transfiguration Rule.

"You didn't eat and you came?"

Harry noticed that William's expression was strange after he had finished speaking, an expression he had only seen on the Weasley brothers after the prank had been successful.

"Look over there." William's hand pointed to the other side of the classroom, where a large dining table had been set up by the house-elves.

"The food they prepare is where the ghosts line up, but I advise you to be prepared because the food is really special."

With that, William turned and walked towards the fat friar, and he set his next target on the ghost who had been shot in the head.

"I'm too narrow-minded?" After William left, Ron said to Harry and Hermione in disbelief.

"Did you see the look on his face? To be honest, I really can't stand his attitude like that, that little gold galleon is nothing! How can he say such a thing? ”

"Okay, don't talk about it, didn't he just give you a cold-proof medal."

"Who is rare for such a thing." Ron was still muttering there.

"Alright, let's go see what's there to eat!"

A few people walked around the edge of the stage to the table, and they walked very carefully, because if you weren't careful, you might pass through the body of a ghost.

Believe me, it's hard to say, but it couldn't be more like falling into an ice cave.

"I don't know, what special food will they prepare?" There was anticipation in Ron's eyes.

They lined up behind a long line of ghosts, some looking expectantly at the table in front of them, and the milky white bodies of the ghosts made it difficult for Harry to see the food on the table for a while.

However, over time, this expectation gradually turned into despair.

Harry and the others couldn't wait to walk up, but when they saw what kind of food was on top of the black velvet cloth, they stopped in horror.

That's definitely not food.

At least, not a food that the living can enjoy.

Large chunks of green rotting flesh covered with mold were placed on delicate silver plates, and on top of that, black were the wriggling flesh-filled tripe of the live maggots, and the green-haired cheese.

In addition, in the center of the table, there was a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which was written in green moldy icing:

Sir Nicholas de Mimcy Boltington

He died on October 31, 1492

"Damn it!" Ron's expression looked distorted.

"They're playing tricks on me again! Is this the special food they told me about? ”

"I should have thought about how the ghosts would go back and prepare food for the living!"

They watched as a ghost floated past them, crouched down and passed directly through the middle of the table, which had its mouth wide open and had just passed through a large stinking salmon.