Chapter 113: Harry's Sorrow

However, the effect of the pick-me-up didn't seem to work very well on her, and her whole head felt like it was on fire. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone was a little unhappy that Harry didn't have time to see her.

Harry has been busy lately, though, more often than not, he doesn't have to.

Oliver Wood's desire to win Quidditch never wanes over time, only gets stronger with time. He held regular Quidditch training, and the training in cage tactics went well, but the intensity of training was overwhelming for almost everyone. Fortunately, their hostility towards Slytherin and their resentment against Halo 2001 are supporting them.

The raindrops the size of beans were hitting the high walls of the castle, and it had been raining for several days. Wet and muddy, Harry Potter had just finished his Quidditch training.

He wasn't in a good mood, and the progress of the Eagle Eye Technique was slow, even during this time, he was already hurrying to practice all the time. But the time is still too short, too short.

It is very difficult to cast a spell in the air, especially in the air without the help of a wand. The number of times he succeeded was handful, and the duration of the spell was negligible.

Fortunately, the team's cage tactical training has been very effective. Because of this, even though Harry doesn't need to be with his teammates in every training session, he still attends every training session of the team on time, rain or shine.

He was walking towards his dormitory, and in the empty hallway, he saw someone who was as preoccupied as he was. No, it's not that there are people, but there are ghosts who are just as preoccupied as him.

The ghost of Gryffindor, the "almost headless" Nick, was looking melancholy at the raindrops outside the window, and at this time its mood was like the rain, which hit its heart, and it muttered quietly, "... It's just half an inch, but it doesn't meet their requirements, it's just a little bit, if..."

Harry, a melancholy person, has seen a lot, and a melancholy ghost is rare, and Harry said hello, "Hello, Nick." ”

“... Hello, Harry. Nick, who was almost headless, was startled by Harry's sudden appearance, this weather and this time. Not to mention people, ghosts can't be seen, and Harry suddenly appeared, even ghosts can be frightened.

Nick, who was almost headless, turned to see Harry, who put away a transparent ghost-specific letter, hid it in his jacket pocket, and asked, "You seem to have something on your mind?" ”

"Nothing, some annoyance about the game. You seem to have something on your mind, too. Harry revealed his thoughts, and then asked Nick.

Nick, who was almost headless, raised a hand, put it down weakly, and said a little discouraged, "Me too, although I don't have to participate... But I think I can apply... But they said I wasn't eligible. ”

Its tone was a little unconcerned, but it had an uncomfortable expression on its face.

"You're here to judge. It finally got angry and took the envelope out of its pocket, "Is a ghost with a blunt axe on his neck and forty-four slashes from his neck eligible to join the Headless Hunters?"

"Uh-huh. Harry agreed, of course.

Nick, who was almost headless, waved the letter in his hand excitedly, and said angrily, "Who's to say no, I want this thing to be clean and clean more than anyone else, and I want my head to be completely broken." It would save me from pain, and I wouldn't be made fun of, but they did..."

Nick, who was almost headless, came out with faith, "We are headless hunters, and we only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are completely separated. You need to know that if you don't, you won't be able to participate in Hunter team activities like overhead ball and horseback. Therefore, I regret to inform you that your conditions do not meet our standards. Greetings, Mr. Patrick Depomo."

Nick, who was almost headless, tucked the letter back into his clothes in a huff, "There is only a little bit of skin and tendons connecting my neck, and everyone else will think that this is the same as losing my head." But this is not good, in the eyes of Mr. Depomo, who has completely lost his head, this is not enough, this is not up to standard. ”

Nick, who was almost headless, took a few deep breaths, and although no air came out of his body, he did control his emotions, "So, Potter, how is your game?

"Thank you for your kindness. Harry scratched his head, "I don't think there's a way unless you can find out where to get seven free Halo 2001 so my teammates can fight Sly....."

"Meow--" Harry was as he was talking when a shrill scream suddenly sounded at his feet, making him shudder.

He looked sideways, and the two terrible yellow eyes like light bulbs were a scrawny ugly gray cat. Its name is Mrs. Loris, and it is the pet of Filch, the housekeeper, and has been helping the annoying Filch in his endless battles with the students.

"You've got to go first, Harry. Nick looked around for a moment, and said eagerly, "Filch was in a bad mood, he had a cold, and he met a couple of third-graders who smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the basement classroom. He'd spent the whole morning washing the ceiling, and now he's in a belly full of rage, and he'll go crazy with anger if he comes out and sees you covered in muddy water. ”

"You're right, it's time for me to go. Harry said as he looked at the escape route. But he was still a step too late.

There seems to be a mysterious connection between Filch and this pesky cat. The cat was there, the cat was calling, and before Harry could take a step, he had suddenly appeared behind a tapestry.

He panted and panted like crazy trying to catch someone who had broken the school rules. He had a plaid scarf tied around his head, and his face was flushed, and he didn't know which was due to a cold or which was due to anger.

"Dirty stuff. He screamed loudly, pointing at Harry. I don't know if I'm talking about Harry himself, or if it's the mud and rain on Harry's Quidditch uniform, or both.

His eyes bulged as amazingly as Lady Loris, and the flesh on his flushed face trembled, "Dirty, dirty, dirty everywhere." It's a mess everywhere, I've had enough, these damn things. He turned and motioned for Harry to follow him, his angry steps trembling with his flesh.

Harry waved goodbye to Nick, who was almost headless, with a depressed face, and followed the annoying Filch far behind, leaving a trail of muddy footprints along the way.

It was Harry's first time in Filch's office, but the unfortunate students who had been there hated it. The room was dim, dirty, airtight, except for a tattered oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling, and a faint smell of fish permeated the air.

(To be continued.) )