"A zombie is a corpse that has been instigated by a dark spell, it is not alive, it is just a puppet that obeys the orders of a wizard. A ghost, as I am sure you all understand by now, is a dead soul out of the world, of course, as Potter wisely told us, transparent......"

Snape's voice paused, and the mockery in his words was quite obvious.

"But what's wrong with that?" Ron didn't know what was going on, and Snape's taunting of Harry looked a little hard for Ron to accept.

Van Lin looked at Ron in surprise and tried to dissuade him not to provoke Snape, but it was clear that Ron would be wrong, and his gaze was probably a way of encouragement.

"The way souls exist in the world is to become ghosts, they are transparent, three-dimensional human forms, which are easily recognizable, like the ghosts of Hogwarts......"

There was a burst of laughter from the class, but it was immediately suppressed by Snape's glance at the class.

"Gryffindor deducts another ten," Professor Snape said impatiently, "I don't want to hear your ridiculous remarks, Ronald Weasley, if that's all you know about ghosts, I'd advise you to stay away and hide behind your good friend, Potter?"

Almost at the same time, Van Lin and Hermione turned their faces at Harry, who was no better than a powder keg when it came to Snape.

"No!" Hermione whispered, and before Harry could open his mouth angrily, Hermione grabbed Harry's arm, "Don't do this, you just finished confinement!"

"Now open your textbook and flip through page 23," Professor Snape sneered, "read the first two paragraphs of the Curse of Confinement. If you don't want to tie yourself up, give me the rest of the words. ”

It can be said that Ron was very depressed in this class, and when the bell rang for the end of class, Lavender caught up with Ron, and it seemed that Lavender was already planning to forgive Ron, but now Ron was in a bad mood, and Lavender chose the wrong way.

She complained about her displeasure with Snape, but it only seemed to infuriate Ron?

Who knows what logic this is?

Perhaps Ron was sympathetic to Snape's abilities?

It must be admitted that Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts class is no worse than Lupin's, and many of the tips are refreshing, which makes Snape even more clever.

However, it is also possible that Ron lacked some patience and barely hesitated too much...... Ron and Harry took a detour and walked to the boys' bathroom.

"I'll take a look. Leaving Hermione to appease Lavender, Van Lin hurried after him.

"Snape is right, is he?" Ron said after staring at a broken mirror for a minute or two, "I don't know if it's worth trying, I just can't catch the hanged man." ”

"You'd better go to Hogsmeade and see where they can catch you," Harry reassured, Ron managed to fall into the confusion of the ghost under Snape's words, "It's a lot more fun than falling into a foolish guess anyway." ”

"Oh, forget it, the ghosts of Hogwarts are mostly a thought. Van Lin shook his head, "It's not so much the ghosts that can cause danger to wizards, but the evil spirits, because death has accumulated enough resentment, and then with a little opportunity......"

"Opportunity?"

"For example, the magic array, or the naturally formed terrain. "Others are more dangerous, the gathering of bones, or something like something in a mausoleum, some dangerous dark magic items, and it is only by catching all kinds of objects that evil spirits can exert unimaginable power." For example, Peeves, he can only affect some physical objects, and he is not even as good as Myrtle......"

"Wait, what are you talking about, Myrtle?" said Harry, his eyes lit up. "I mean, we can ...... This is the boys' bathroom!"

Harry raised a decibel level, which startled Van Lin, and when he turned around, Myrtle was floating in mid-air from the bathroom, staring at them indifferently behind glasses.

"Oh," she said depressedly, "it's the three of you. ”

It looks like Myrtle is a little bored, maybe the three of them are a bit of an eyesore?

"Who do you think it is?" Ron stared at her from the mirror with an unkind expression.

"I don't know, it's not who!" said Myrtle, unhappily wiping a little stain off her chin, "he said he came to see me, but you came in to see me out of the blue. She glanced at Harry reproachfully, "I haven't seen you in months, and I don't expect too many boys anymore." ”

"It's not...... I mean, this is the boys' bathroom...... I thought you lived in the girls' bathroom?" Harry said.

"Yes," Myrtle shrugged angrily, "but that doesn't mean I can't go anywhere else, I came to your bathroom to see you, remember?"

"Obviously!" said Harry, and it was clear from Harry's tone that it was not a pleasant experience.

"But I think he likes me, Myrtle complains that maybe he will come back after you two leave, and we have a lot of similarities, and I think he thinks so too. Myrtle looked at the floor hopefully.

"Who is he?" Van Lin asked.

Harry looked at Van Lin, and it was clear that Harry had someone in mind.

If it's related to Myrtle at Hogwarts at the moment...... Aside from Malfoy, who had requisitioned the Myrtle's bathroom, Van Lin couldn't think of anyone else who could have anything to do with a ghost wandering the pipes.

"You said you were similar," Ron's voice grew cheerful, "you mean he lives on a faucet too?"

"No," Myrtle protested, her echo echoing in the old bathroom, "I mean he's sensitive, people scare him, he also feels lonely, there's no one to talk to, he's not afraid to say how he feels and cry!"

"Crying?" said Van Lin, looking at Harry...... Well...... It doesn't seem to match Malfoy's image.

Think of Malfoy's self-righteous appearance in the past, and besides, in Slytherin, or in Hogwarts in general, there is no one else who dares to casually mock Malfoy.

If there were, then Malfoy would definitely let him know the consequences of the head iron.

......

"You mean...... There's a boy crying here?" asked Harry curiously, "a young boy?"

"Please pay attention!" Myrtle glared at Ron with small eyes as he laughed, "I promised that I wouldn't tell anyone, that I would keep his secret......"

"It's not a tomb, is it?" Ron scoffed, "maybe it's a sewer." ”

"Oh no, don't be like that......" Van Lin shook his head, Myrtle is a sensitive horse, and now, apparently Myrtle has some secrets that no one else knows, for example, the crying Malfoy cherub?

Myrtle is a girl, and it must be admitted that Malfoy's face is ...... for this age I mean, the little girl at the age when Myrtle died was still very attractive.

But before Van Lin could ask anything, Myrtle cried out in anger, and then, as soon as she turned around, she rushed back to the bathroom, splashing water all over the floor, making Myrtle look fresh and exciting.

"You're right," Ron said, happily slung his bag over his shoulder, I'll go to Hogsmeade to practice before I test it.

"Then I can only advise you to put on your cloak, at least it won't make you feel too cold. Van Lin said helplessly, but Harry didn't feel pity.

There's a goal, isn't it?

Not seeing Myrtle in Myrtle's toilet was not an unusual thing in itself, as Myrtle loved to wander around the dilapidated sewers of Hogwarts, but now ......

Very good, this female ghost...... The female ghost has managed to attract the attention of the big guy.

Then, the weekend was over, and Ron and Hermione and the other sixth-graders, who were about to turn seventeen, were going to be tested in two weeks.

Sadly, Van Lin was still younger than Harry, so Van Lin had to ask Professor McGonagall to take the test early.

It made Harry jealous, but it kept Vanlin waiting for a year......

This is indeed a bit excessive, and in fact, early enrollment does not seem to be a good thing either.

Harry was jealous when he noticed that the three of them were preparing to go to the village, and he had to miss the trip, for spring had arrived, and the sky was so clear that everyone had to watch for a long time.

Anyway, he decided to use the time to find out again.

"The best thing you should do is go to Slughorn's office and beg him to give you that memory!" Hermione said truthfully as Harry told Van Lin and Hermione about his plans at the entrance to the Great Hall.

"Actually, I've tried!" Harry defended, "I tried to test him in the corner after potions class this week, but he left the dungeon so quickly that I couldn't catch up. ”

On two occasions, Harry went to Slughorn's office and knocked on the door, but no one answered, though the second time he was sure he heard the sound of the old gramophone being quickly turned off from inside.

"He doesn't want to come with me, Hermione! He knows what I'm trying to do, but he doesn't let it happen!" Harry said with some frustration, a stubborn old professor is always hard to handle, like a failed course, after all, the old professor lacks nothing, and it is enough to ruin Slavhorn's reputation for a long time, obviously, it is not easy to do.

"Well, you've done your best, haven't you?" Hermione stared at Harry tightly, which made Harry feel a little uneasy.

Van Lin had to pull Hermione back, and it was time to show some manhood.

A small group of students were waiting to pass Feige's inspection, he was holding a secret sensor, and Harry took a few steps forward without saying a word at Feige, he wanted Van Lin and Hermione, oh...... And Ron, who is now with Lavender.

Hope they can have the best of luck.

Too late to say goodbye, Harry returned to the castle and climbed the marble staircase, determined that he would spend an hour or two on Myrtle, no matter what Hermione said.

When he turned out of view of the entrance to the hall, Harry took out the map and the invisibility cloak, and after putting on the clothes, he tapped on the map and whispered: I solemnly swear that I didn't do a good job.

Just like on Sunday mornings, almost all the students were in the common room, with Gryffindor's common room in one tower, Ravenclaw in another, Slaerjlin in the dungeon, and Hefbaf's in the basement by the kitchen.

The library and the staircase up the staircase were surrounded by loitering people, some outside, and a man with his belly in the hallway on the second floor, he was George Goyle.

It wasn't clear what they were doing inside, but Harry wasn't worried, as long as Goyle was standing outside and watching, Malfoy wasn't there, regardless of whether the map showed it or not.

Harry quickly ran up the stairs and slowed down the corner of the hallway, tiptoeing very slowly towards a very small-looking girl with a heavy brass balance in her hand, a little girl whom Hermione had kindly helped two stars ago.

Harry waited behind her to the right and suddenly said softly, "Hello...... You're beautiful, aren't you?"

Suddenly, Goyle let out a terrible scream, threw away the scales, and ran away in a hurry, running away without a trace before the echoes of the scales shattered were gone.

Harry smiled and looked down the hallway behind him, he was sure that Draco Malfoy knew that someone outside would stop, but he didn't dare show up, Harry was happy to think of it.

The hope didn't last long, though, and half or an hour later, Harry tried to see a change in the bathroom to see what Malfoy was doing, but as before, nothing happened here.

Serpent language, or whatever, anyway, Harry found nothing, it was like a Muggle house, except it was too remote for anyone to come.

Discouraged and disappointed, Malfoy might have been far away from him, leaving no trace of him, Harry lost patience and rushed out of the bathroom in a rage.

"Ahh

Without paying attention, Harry kicked the door frame, and in an instant, Harry jumped on one foot and tripped him over the cloak.

"Harry?"

Hearing someone call him, Harry turned around, and to his surprise, it was Tonks, who walked over as if she had been wandering the hallway a lot.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, wondering why Tonks always showed up while he was lying on the floor.

"I'm coming to see Dumbledore," Tonks said tiredly.

Harry thought she looked terrible, her hair was much thinner than before.

"His office is no longer here," Harry said, "on the other side of the castle, behind the monsters......"

"I know," said Tonks, "he's not here, obviously just left." ”

"Really?" said Harry, carefully putting his injured foot back to the ground.

"Hmm...... You don't know where he went. ”

"Apparently so. Tonks made a rare joke, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have to wander around the castle anymore." ”

"Why did you come to see him?"

"Nothing special," Tonks said unconsciously tugging at his sleeve, I just thought he might know what to do. I heard rumors...... Someone was injured. ”

"Yes, I know, it's been reported in the newspapers," said Harry, "and the kid wanted to kill him...... The Daily Prophet often does this kind of thing......"

Tonks was a little absent-minded, though, and it looked like she wasn't listening to Harry.

"Hey, Tonks, what's wrong with you?" asked Harry cautiously.

"Oh, no, nothing. Tonks came back to his senses and forced himself to pick himself up, "I think I may have been a little tired lately, I thought, I should go to Dumbledore, then, see you back, Harry, I'll come to see you often." ”