When Al and Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, there was no one there, and in the dorms, Ron was lying on his bed like a dead dog, smelling of brightener. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"My muscles are stiff. Ron groaned, "Filch made me miss those trophies more than a dozen times, and each time it wasn't clean, and I'm sure he must have done it on purpose." ”

Al was already sleepy, so he ignored Ron, and after changing into his pajamas, he went to the water room to start washing. However, the moment he turned on the faucet, the biting cold hit again.

Al shivered, exhaled a trace of coldness, and just wanted to rub his hands to keep warm, but the moment he looked up, he suddenly saw a woman appear in the mirror in front of him.

It was a woman dressed in white, she was tall, with a sneer on her beautiful face, and she was staring at herself with her eyes!

Al was startled and almost screamed, and he hurriedly looked back, only to find that there was nothing behind him.

Looking at the mirror again, the figure of the woman in white had disappeared, Al rubbed his eyes suspiciously, although it was only for a moment, but the woman's face, Al will never forget - it was the face of the white witch.

What's going on? Am I dazzled?

"Are you looking for me? Al. A hoarse woman's voice suddenly sounded from behind Al, and in an instant, El's sweat hair stood upside down, and his heart seemed to stop.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Al slowly looked back and saw a cloud of blue gas floating in the air, and the face of the White Witch was floating in it.

How is this possible!!

Al took a few steps back, looked at the White Witch in shock, his mouth open, his mind blank, and he didn't react at all for a moment.

"Was it a surprise?" the White Witch laughed, reaching out to stroke Al's face, "Didn't I say that you couldn't have killed me." ”

Al felt a cold softness on his face, and he snapped back to his senses, taking several steps backwards.

"This can't be! You've been ...... by Aslan," Al's words stopped abruptly, and this time he finally understood that the spell that the White Witch had cast before she died had not failed.

"You...... It's not dead, it's still possessed by me......"

"Stupid Aslan. The White Witch smiled disdainfully, "I just gave up my body, he can't even see this, and he dares to call himself the king of the world!"

"Did you plan it then?" said Al, grimacing, "when he knew you had failed. ”

"Of course. The White Witch sneered, "Narnia is too young and boring, and through your eyes, I've seen a lot of interesting things." ”

"What do you want? Kill me, or take my body?"

"Huh...... Al, why are you so excited? The White Witch wrapped her arms around Al and rubbed her face against Al's face, "Although you have destroyed my imperial power, you have also opened the door to a new world for me, tsk, the door of magic, what an interesting thing." ”

Al tried to push the White Witch away, but his hands only passed through the gas.

"Al, who are you talking to?" Harry's voice suddenly rang out outside the door, and a few seconds later, Harry walked in in his pajamas.

The blue air mass suddenly disappeared, and the White Witch was gone, and Al looked at Harry, not daring to tell him what had happened, but said vaguely, "No one, will you have auditory hallucinations again?"

Harry looked around suspiciously, there was really no one else here, and Al was not the kind of person who could talk to himself, could he really be hallucinating?

Harry began to doubt his life.

For the next few days, the White Witch didn't appear, but Al was sure that she was inside herself, spying on everything.

Al didn't dare tell Hermione about this, nor did he dare tell any of the teachers about it, for he was afraid that if he had any intention of revealing it, the White Witch would kill him.

On several occasions, Al deliberately walked back and forth in front of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, but they didn't even notice that Al was possessed, and in desperation, Al had to wait for the White Witch to reappear.

However, fortunately, during this time, Al's body showed no abnormalities, and there was no sign of being robbed of his body, which made him feel a little relieved.

October is here, and the wet chill permeates the grounds and seeps into the castle. A sudden flu spread among the faculty and students left Madam Pomfrey scrambling. Her pick-me-up had an immediate effect, but anyone who drank it would have smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Ginny had been sick lately, and was forced by Percy to drink some pick-me-ups, and as a result, puffs of steam came out of her bright red hair, and her whole head seemed to be on fire.

Life had to go on, and schooling had to go on, and the bullets rained down on the castle windows for days on end, but in the midst of such heavy rain, Al and Harry had to train in Quidditch.

It's all about victory.

Fred and George had been scouting the Slytherins, and they had seen the speed of the Light Wheel 2001 with their own eyes, and when they came back to report it, they said that the Slytherin was fast, with only seven faint pale green shadows, whizzing through the air like jets.

One night, Hermione approached Al, and she, along with Harry and Ron, accepted an invitation from Duke Nick, who was nearly headless, to attend his death party on Halloween to commemorate his 500th birthday.

Hermione asks Al if he wants to go with him, but Al shakes his head and refuses.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, go ahead, I'm feeling a little unwell. ”

The Ghost's party isn't much fun, and Al hasn't been in the mood for anything lately because of the White Witch.

......

On Halloween, Al and Hermione were separated and made their way to the Great Hall of Hogwarts alone.

The auditorium was lit up and decorated with live bats as usual. Hagrid carved a lantern from the huge pumpkin he had grown and hung it on the wall. And rumors came out of nowhere that Dumbledore had also booked a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

But none of this made Al's mood better, and the White Witch was like a mountain that kept weighing on his heart.

"You seem to have something on your mind. A voice rang out behind Al, followed by a girl sitting next to him with a scent of fragrance.

Al glanced at the girl, it was Luna.

At Hogwarts, students never sit at their desks in other houses, but Luna doesn't seem to have this self-awareness, and he sits down calmly, ignoring the eyes of others.

Al glanced at the chair under Luna, the position had always belonged to Hermione, and if Hermione knew about it, I'm afraid things wouldn't be good.