Nick followed Anthony like crazy until he ran to the Great Hall, and at the dinner, Dumbledore noticed and stopped Nick himself.

It was from that day on, that Nick began to trouble Anthony frantically at the castle.

"If you had been slashed forty-four times in the neck with a blunt axe before you died, you would be even crazier than I am!" Seeing Nick in front of him, his milky white body was stained with blood again.

Harry hurriedly spoke, "I know, I'll let you know if I have any news of him." ”

"Humph! I hope you talk count! Nick was gloomy and glared at Harry before drifting away unhurriedly.

"Whew!" Taking a deep breath, Harry only felt that his head hurt, he probably had a worse cold, and he was soaked and startled by Nick.

He's dizzy right now. With his legs weak, Harry hurriedly walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

Then, as he walked around the next corner, a man suddenly walked across from him, and after seeing the person's face, Harry's heart suddenly cooled.

"Potter!"

"You filthy thing!" It was Filch, and besides, he was in a rather bad mood at this time. During training, Harry had heard Fred talk about a cold and that a few third-year students had 'accidentally' smeared frog's brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom in the morning.

Looking at Filch, carrying a bucket and a mop, he probably had been rinsing all morning.

Harry screamed badly. He was soaking wet, and the soles of his feet were covered in mud.

"I'm going to punish you!" Filch gasped, then tightened a thick checkered scarf tied around his head.

His nose was unusually red. It seems that, as Fred said, he also had a cold.

"Got you clean!" He shouted, pointing to the mud and dirty water dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes, his eyes bulging out and the flesh on his jaws trembling.

"Dirty stuff everywhere, mess everywhere! I've had enough! Porter! Filch shouted angrily, his eyes bulging frighteningly and the flesh on his chins trembling.

Harry bowed his head in frustration, he had been unlucky enough today. Filch then dropped the bucket and mop on the ground, and demanded that Harry wipe all the mud he had been walking through, and that he should not use magic.

It took Harry half an hour to clean up the mud along the way. Filch stood beside him, staring at him, beware of him being lazy.

By the time Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, he had unfortunately missed lunch.

"Oh my God! What a bad day today! After changing his clothes and taking a hot shower, Harry barely felt better, though his head was still dizzy.

He sat in the armchair closest to the fireplace, and Hermione handed him a bottle of pick-me-up.

"Anthony, when are you going to explain it to Nick, who is wiping his head." Ron stepped in too.

Today is extremely cold, not only is it raining outside, the wind is quite strong, the corridor is blowing through the hall, plus inexplicable raindrops.

The biting coldness... That's why it's Saturday, but the little wizards tacitly didn't go out of the common room.

"When he calms down, when he doesn't want to cut off my head." Anthony said in a deep voice as he flipped through a book on the history of ancient court magic.

"I don't see a show." Ron shook his head and said, "Look at his terrible appearance the day before yesterday, I guess he will remember it for the next five hundred years." ”

"Those ghosts are all the same." Anthony closed the book and picked up the hot tea Hermione had prepared for Harry: "Drinking tea with a cold is not good for your health. Then he took a sip and said: "Most of them become ghosts because they have something in their hearts that is difficult to let go. ”

"Hmph, you're just right." Hermione pouted and looked at Anthony with some displeasure.

"What's so good about becoming a ghost, you can't eat, you can't sleep, you just float in the castle all day, it's better to die!" Ron shuddered, if he became a ghost one day, it would definitely be worse for him than death.

"Are you really alive? The ghost is just a mark of the wizard's life, a memory compiled by magic, and it has nothing to do with the wizard who used to be. If another person has all your memories, can that person be considered you? Anthony glanced at Ron and said lightly.

"Uh-is that so?"

"Is there no way? I mean, those ghosts will live like this forever? Hermione on the side asked a little pessimistically.

"I don't know, if ghosts are magical creatures, then they should disappear one day, because the magic will run out." Anthony spread his hands and said uncertainly.

"However, it can be seen from the fact that those great ancient wizards did not choose to leave ghosts, this road is definitely not a 'good road', and even those vicious dark wizards are unwilling to stay in the world, so you can get a glimpse of how dark the ghost road is." Anthony's words made several young wizards think, and Harry felt more and more pitiful for Nick, he hadn't had a cold in five hundred years, he hadn't felt wind and rain in five hundred years, and he hadn't smelled food in five hundred years.

And it's no wonder they've become like this. Such stubbornness. Just then, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps coming from the Gryffindor doorway.

It's cold today, and there are hardly any little wizards going out, which naturally attracts everyone's attention. As footsteps approached, an unexpected figure appeared in the lounge.

"Professor McGonagall?"

"Huh? You're there! Professor McGonagall looked at Anthony solemnly, her face did not look very good, which made the young wizards present nervous.

"Dumbledore is looking for you, Mr. Windsor."

"Huh?"

"The headmaster is looking for me?" Anthony slowly rose in shock, and followed Professor McGonagall out of the lounge.

Along the way, Professor McGonagall didn't say a word, which made him extremely nervous, and his mind kept recalling what bad things he had done recently, or had the Forbidden Forest been discovered?

But after thinking about it, it's not right, if you find out, then the professor can't just look for himself, so can't he call Ron?

Ahem! Anthony swears that he absolutely didn't pull Ron in the first place, and he meant to find someone to take the blame with him!

No! Absolutely nothing! Hum! As for the other things—well—he doesn't seem to have done anything that people are angry with lately!

Is that for Nick? While Anthony was thinking, he and Professor McGonagall had arrived at the Chancellor's office.

Unexpectedly, there were not only Dumbledore in the office at this time, but also Professor Filius Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw House, Professor Snape of Slytherin House, Sirius, and even... The wizard standing next to Sirius, leaning against the table, was... Professor Lupin?

Professor McGonagall didn't plan to leave, but stood beside him. Okay! The four deans came, and three came.

Who else is blessed? On the wall, there are portraits of the old headmaster, and several of them are familiar with him.

The more times I came, the more I got to know each other... For example, Principal Darise Devonte, the famous head healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, was greeting him with a smile.

"Oh! Anthony, you're here. Dumbledore smiled, got up from his desk, and walked slowly to the table with many strange silverwares.

He picked up a candy from a silver saucer, like a living cockroach, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How? Want to try it? Although it looks a little strange, it still tastes good. ”

“...”

"N-no." Anthony hurriedly took a step back and looked at the cockroaches on the plate with a look of fear.

I couldn't help but complain loudly in my heart, this is the invention of that little genius, the brain circuit is really strange, and what is even more terrifying is that this kind of thing can be sold!

"Don't be nervous." Dumbledore looked at Anthony with a smile on his face,

"I heard about changing my wand, how about it? Is it still good? The old headmaster talked about his wand as if he were talking about it.

"Wands and wizards take time together, and the new wand will inevitably be less comfortable than the old one." The headmaster's inexplicable tone seemed to tell an unspeakable story.

"Pretty good professor." Anthony took out his new wand and shook it,

"Phoenix feathers are more suitable for me now than unicorn fur."

"Huh?" Anthony's careless words caught Dumbledore's attention. He didn't know the specifics of Anthony's wand, he just talked about it casually, and he didn't expect this little guy to suddenly give himself a huge 'surprise'.

"So, your wand heart was a unicorn tail before?"

"Uh-yes." Anthony's eyelids jumped, and he secretly screamed in his heart. I'm going to be exposed.

"Oh~ Some time ago, there was a fire in the Forbidden Forest, and that kind of flame is not common. Anthony do you know what's going on."

"Hmm—" Facing Dumbledore's questioning eyes, Antony suddenly felt a tremendous pressure. Then, he stubbornly said, "I slept in my dorm that day. "Yes, he's sleeping, that's true, but he's just sleeping in the middle of the night.

"Really?" Dumbledore squinted at him, smiling.

"Okay, I'm looking for you today, not for this matter." The old headmaster abruptly changed the subject, and he returned to his desk, and said something else: "Madame Atropos has informed me of her recent prophecy. With that, he pulled a letter from his desk and handed it to Anthony.

Well? Looking at the familiar inscription, Anthony hurriedly browsed carefully. This is a letter for help from Downing Street.

Roughly speaking, in mid-November, there will be a multinational summit in London, and I hope that Mr. Chancellor will assist in the security work and so on.

Forehead... Really want to hold a conference? Anthony was suddenly shocked, some time ago he was still thinking, how could London gather so many heads of state, and now he was told that a multinational conference was about to begin, is this the power of the prophet?

Foreseeing the future? For the first time, he was curious about the prophetic powers.

"I'm thinking, Anthony, did you see anything?" Dumbledore's sudden question made Anthony dumbfounded, and he was stunned for two seconds before he remembered that he seemed to have bragged about it, and he was also a prophet... The headmaster was asking if he had made any prophecies... Uh-that's a shot in the foot, he's a prophet there!

You can see the future of a ghost. No, you must not answer like that, otherwise the lie you told before will not be fulfilled.

After a burst of brainstorming, Anthony said with a calm face and a pretended deep posture: "This matter seems to be related to a Muggle, I only know that his name is Moriarty, and the rest - uh - the fog of fate is too deep, I can only see so much." "The fog of fate... Hehe—he remembered it well, and whenever he asked Madam Atropos something far beyond her knowledge, she would use it to send him away.

So now it's easy to use.

"Muggles?"

"I've heard that name before." Suddenly, Lupin on the side said in a dull voice: "I am in Libya, and I have heard of him from the leaders of those rebels. Eight one

"He's an arms dealer who specializes in Muggle weapons." Hearing this, Anthony raised his eyebrows, about the identity of Moriarty's criminal adviser, it was at least ten years before it became known, and no one knew what he was doing now in 1992.

Unexpectedly, Professor Lupin actually had news of him. Professor Lupin then gave a brief account of what he knew.

To put it simply, it was this man named Moriarty who shipped weapons from a city on the west coast of the United States, in Northern California, and sold them to the entire African continent.

He can be found in many African countries, and a conservative estimate of the millions of Muggles who have died as a result of his weapons is in the millions.

Millions of people, it's easy to say, but for wizards, the number of wizards in the world is still a million!

The total number of people they have seen in their lives is probably less than 10,000. It's hard to imagine that a million people would die because of one person.

"It's horrible!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

"How can such a person still live in style?" Sirius chimed in. From Lupin's account, everyone has learned that this man made a profit from it, and it can be said that he made a lot of money.

"Uhh After all, private arms dealers are just fish in the cracks of the big powers, and from time to time they see a needle and make a profit.

Compared to those who are truly good, they will not be small fish and shrimp.

"In the past few months in Libya, I have heard too many mysterious news, what kind of person has several bodies, what mechanical monster has appeared in a certain place, and a group of undead people suddenly appeared in the town... In short, the place seems to have been in chaos for a long time. ”

"And, the most terrifying thing is that for a few months, I have never met a local wizard, and the Libyan Ministry of Magic does not exist, and the one I am cooperating with in the investigation is a wizard from Egypt, an Auror sent by the Egyptian Ministry of Magic."

"It's... How is this possible? Professor Flitwick immediately retorted, "I used to travel to that place when I was younger, and although they don't have many wizards, they also have a Ministry of Magic. ”

"I don't know, the Egyptian side claims that they all disappeared overnight."