Allen followed him curiously. He was not the only one. The other young wizards were also curious. What happened? Who was going to be unlucky?
Following Manager Filch, who was running quickly, everyone went straight to the fifth underground classroom. The four Gryffindor third-year students were blocked. Some dismembered frogs were scattered on the table and the floor. The frogs' white, lifeless eyes stared silently at the ceiling, which was smeared with splashes of frogs' brains.
Madam Loris ran to Filch's feet and screamed again and again. Her two yellow eyes, which were as bright as lamps, stared at the four Gryffindor. Her gaze was full of condemnation.
Madam Loris, the skinny gray cat, was used by Manager Argus. Filch put him in an important position and served as his assistant in the endless battles between him and the students.
"Filth!" Filch shouted angrily. His nose was abnormally red. His eyes bulged frighteningly, and the flesh on his double chin trembled. "There's filth everywhere, it's a mess! Let me tell you, I've had enough! Confinement, all of you will be confined! "
The few Gryffindors followed Filch out of the classroom gloomily. Madam Loris' big yellow eyes scanned the few little sorcerers who were watching them. She seemed to be thinking if these few students were reliable and mischievous. As if she was sure of something, Madam Loris briskly skipped away from the classroom.
Seeing that there was no more drama to watch, the young wizards left the classroom in twos and threes. After all, it was very uncomfortable to stay in the dark and damp underground classroom in such bad weather. Perhaps it was because of this that the four Gryffindor chose this place for their experiment.
Allen lazily took out his wand from his sleeve. "Disappear without a trace, clean up, and return to normal." A few spells were skillfully and smoothly cast. The remains of the frogs in the classroom disappeared without a trace. All the tables and chairs were as bright as new, and the ceiling returned to its white color.
Allen was not being kind, but being merciful. He felt pity for Filch, the keeper, who was a dud and had a bad cold. What's more, cleaning up these things was as easy as lifting a finger for Allen. He could finish it in an instant. As for Filch, he might have to endure the pain of his illness and be busy for an entire morning before he could remove all the stains.
Allen was puzzled by the hiring of a dud to be the manager of the Hogwarts. To Filch, he didn't have any magic himself, but he had to watch the growth of the little Magi. It was something that could be done with a spell, but he had to work hard and spend a lot of energy. How could he feel balanced in his heart? How could he not harbor ill intentions towards the little adepts!
Perhaps it was because no adept was willing to do something so trivial! The pay wasn't high, the work was tiresome, the students didn't like it, and the sense of accomplishment was low. This job wasn't very attractive to the adepts.
"What a great curse! Such actions are worthy of praise! "A voice sounded. Allen turned around and saw that it was Nick, who had almost lost his head. He wore a fashionable hat with feathers on top of his long curly hair. He wore a tunic that reached his knees and had a ruffled collar that looked like a wheel, hiding the fact that his neck was almost completely cut off. He floated in front of Allen like a wisp of smoke.
"You look very nervous!" Alan could see Nick's anxious state at a glance.
"Yes, I'm waiting for a very important letter," Nick said seriously.
Allen immediately guessed what he was waiting for, but he wisely didn't ask. The more hopeful Nick was now, the more disappointed he would be when he received the letter!
However, it was obvious that Nick urgently needed to find someone to share his feelings with, even if it was a Ravenclaw. "It's the Headless Hunters! I've applied to them, and I should be able to receive their reply by today! "
"Pardon my bluntness, but you were already a knight when you were alive. Why do you care so much about the position of a Headless Hunter, Patrick? Sir Bodmore? " Allen knew that it was impossible for Nick to become a member of the Headless Hunters, but he was very curious as to why Nick cared so much about a juggling team. He was a knight when he was alive!
"Hmm, how should I put it? The experience and glory of your life have already turned into the clouds of the past. The fame and fortune you have gained are of no use in the afterlife. To a ghost, the long life can only see the living enjoy food and life, and watch others create and change the world. We can't touch anything, and can't do anything. It's very boring and depressing. " There was no sadness in Nick's statement. Perhaps his long life had made him very clear about this.
"But like the Headless Hunters, they often hold some interesting activities, such as participating in horse-back juggling and head-on polo, and so on. They can also participate in various ghost banquets. Everyone is proud to be able to invite them. "Speaking of his favorite Headless Hunters, Allen felt that Nick's transparent eyes were glowing.
At this moment, a transparent owl flew into the underground classroom with a transparent letter in its beak. Allen had really learned something new. It turned out that animals could also turn into ghosts! Furthermore, the letters used by ghosts to communicate with each other were transparent!
However, Allen, who had guessed the contents of the letter, did not want to stay any longer. It was a sad thing to see other people's hopes being shattered, and Allen did not want to see Nick lose his composure. Allen thought that Nick needed a quiet space to sort out his emotions.
"Patrick? Sir Bodmore, I still have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now! "Allen politely bid farewell.
Nick's mind was completely occupied by the transparent letter. He waved his hand and allowed Allen to leave.
Allen left the gloomy underground classroom. It was still raining outside. Although it was not as heavy as it was in the morning, it still left many young magi indoors.
When they passed by Filch's office on the first floor of the castle, the door of Filch's office suddenly opened. The four third-year Gryffindor students left with a look of disbelief and joy. At the same time, an owl flew out of the room.
It seemed that Mr. Filch had also received a letter that made him very happy. Otherwise, how could he let go of these Gryffindor who had just made him so angry?
At night, Harry came to find Allen and invited him to attend the death anniversary party of the almost headless Nick. Allen felt that he was already very kind, but Harry was simply too kind!
"Harry, there will be a Halloween party on that day! I heard from Professor Fleevy that Professor Dumbledore has booked a skeleton dance troupe to liven things up. I have absolutely no interest in attending the death anniversary party of a ghost. " After directly rejecting Harry, Allen felt that his decision to not stay in front of Nick was very wise!
Harry also told Allen the contents of the letter that Filch had received today. At night, Harry dirtied the castle and was detained by Filch in his office. He found that Filch was writing a reply letter to sign up for a quick incantation class.
Allen expressed that he was afraid that for a mute, any kind of correspondence class would be useless.
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