Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Having said all this, it is impossible for the fat monk to turn around and leave, to hang up the appetite and break the chapter. This kind of operation will be hung up and played until death, although whether the ghost retains that organ remains to be discovered by research , but the fat monk is not a person with bad taste.

On the contrary, his character is the best among the ghosts of Hogwarts. He can be called kind and kind, which complements the cannon chain hanging on his chest.

"Are you sure you want to listen, Harry?" the fat friar asked Harry one last time.

"Of course, Fat Friar, if you will tell me."

"Well then, we'd better go somewhere where no one else is."

The fat friar waved at Harry, pointed to an empty room not far away, and then went straight through the wall.

Harry conjured up a chair, sat down like a good student listening to the professor's speech, and listened carefully.

"Ahem~" The fat monk cleared his throat, and then said in a very hollow voice: "The story starts one hundred and two years ago, I remember it very clearly, that year was 1890, and one was not stable. era."

"At least for the magic world, that era was not stable."

"Probably because of Muggles, various countries in the wizarding world have strengthened exchanges and communication, which has brought about frequent transactions and chaos everywhere."

"There were a lot of gangs of poachers, gangs of thugs in that period, and unfortunately Phineas Nigellus Black, the headmaster of Hogwarts at the time, was not a very good headmaster, of course I To speak ill of him, because Hogwarts was terrible at that time, Black was a jerk, he had no idea what he was doing, he let those gangsters influence Hogwarts students, and even alienated As for the management of the Dark Forest, oh, the Dark Forest is the Forbidden Forest, but some people call it that.”

"At that time, the Forbidden Forest was not as big as it is now, but as the only super-large natural magic-rich place in England, there are a lot of magical creatures living here, and because of this, the Forbidden Forest is full of poaching. I have never doubted the relationship between Principal Black and those poachers, there must be a lot of tacit understanding and transactions."

"On September 1, 1890, the first day of school, a student was late and no one knew where he had studied before. He came directly to Hogwarts to start his fifth year as a transfer student. He's been sorted into Hufflepuff, which is a very proud thing for me."

The fat monk puffed out his chest, as if proud of it.

"Stellaris Scourge, this is the boy's name, a very weird name, there are people in the world who take natural disasters and disasters as their surnames, unfortunately, his arrival is indeed It was the Scourge that brought Hogwarts."

"However, the natural disaster did not rage in the castle, but set off a terrible storm in the Forbidden Forest."

"In the first month of school, his performance was no different from other young wizards. He listened carefully to the lectures and eagerly learned knowledge, probably because he had never received such a professional and sound education like Hogwarts before. Teaching, he has failed to master a lot of basic knowledge, especially in terms of spells, he is even more deficient than wizards in the second and third grades today."

"But he's one of the most gifted students I've seen since I came to Hogwarts. The second is your mother, isn't it, Sir Nicholas?"

The fat monk glanced sideways at Sir Nicholas beside him, and asked him.

"Yes." Sir Nicholas nodded, his head shook dangerously, but he reached out and held it down in time to prevent the head, which was only connected by a trace of flesh and blood, from hanging around his neck when he nodded, "Your mother , Lily Evans is also a very talented witch, she is loved by all the professors, because no course can make it difficult for her, she is a natural wizard, I can only describe her excellence in this way."

"That's right." The fat monk took over the conversation, "Sittilaris Skoggi is also such a person, even in terms of magic talent, he is more outstanding than your mother, and he doesn't need to learn all magic. It can be used perfectly in two times, and its power is much greater than other students, but he is also a naughty child, he likes to play games with those little animals."

"It's like using a rolling spell to make grass-grazing cows spin in circles in the sky. He has a good impression of animals, or magical creatures, um, yes, a good impression, although he always does some pranks, but he never harmed the animals."

"He has excellent grades in the Protection of Magical Creatures class, and he also likes to take care of those little guys, but once, I heard this, because I didn't see it with my own eyes. The bird ran into the Forbidden Forest, and many students saw him enter the Forbidden Forest in order to retrieve the ball and chase the bird."

"Everyone thinks he can't come back, because there are poachers everywhere, thousands of them, not only wizards from England, you can even see wizards from Australia, America and even Africa in the Forbidden Forest , They came here to make money, there is nothing more attractive than a magic forest that no one takes care of and manages, and the magical creatures that can be seen everywhere in the Forbidden Forest are the golden Galleons in their eyes."

"On the second morning, Seti Laris came back, but he came back empty-handed. I saw Seti surrounded by many people asking this and that, but he didn't answer any questions from anyone, but I could see that he was not in a good situation, it was an anger, a kind of anger that I had never seen before."

The fat monk shivered, "Those eyes seem to be like a volcano about to erupt. The hot lava is hidden under the black rock shell, and the anger that can burn everything is forcibly suppressed by him."

"Honestly, I was a little worried about that kid, he was a very Hufflepuff Hufflepuff, humble, low key, kind, compassionate, very happy to enjoy good food and share them, and if I wasn't a ghost, I would be too. I want to try his honey cutlets with vinegar sauce, and since then, Hufflepuff has the habit of collecting different flavors of Hufflepuff vinegar.”

"From that day on, that child started to study crazily. He greedily absorbed all the knowledge and spent at least 20 hours running between the classroom and the library 24 hours a day. On Halloween, teachers and students sitting in the auditorium enjoying a Halloween dinner watched a giant firework rise into the air from the magic ceiling."

"Everyone was very excited, so they left the auditorium and came to the gate. They saw fireworks rising from the Forbidden Forest, blasting out sparks all over the sky. I swear, it was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen."

"But from that day on, the Forbidden Forest was in chaos."

The fat monk took a deep breath, although the ghost didn't need to breathe, and couldn't breathe, but when he inhaled, his chest puffed up and the bullet chain collapsed tightly, which seemed to help him calm down.

"A week later, rumors came to Hogwarts. It was rumored that an extremely rare magical creature appeared in the Forbidden Forest. No one could tell the name of the magical creature. They only knew that the magical creature could Explosive sparks powerful enough to destroy an entire poacher camp."

"In the magic world, the more powerful a magical creature with spellcasting ability, the higher its rarity and value. The more powerful magic it can use, the more valuable magic materials this magical creature can produce. For example, The core of magic power, countless wealthy alchemists waved Gringotts checks filled with a long string of zeros to buy these magic power materials that are very critical to alchemy, those poachers are crazy, they want to take that mysterious , Horrible magical creatures, and then hold a golden mountain to squander it wantonly."

"But I know that there is no such magical creature in the Forbidden Forest, because that night, very late at night, I saw him return to the common room of Hufflepuff with scars, he seemed to be It’s like being soaked in bloody water, and you can smell the pungent smell of blood even though he has cleaned it up, but it’s still the same.”

"Can ghosts still smell?" Harry blurted out in surprise.

"Of course not." The fat monk pursed his lips. "I'm just making an analogy. Anyway, I was also a person who participated in the war. I'm very sensitive to the smell of blood and murderous intent."

The fat monk patted the ammunition belt wrapped around his chest, "I think back then, I also carried my magic wand on the battlefield and killed a fierce man who entered and exited seven times."

"But aren't you in the logistics?" Sir Nicholas glanced at the fat monk. The two of them are not ghosts of the same era, but they both graduated from Hogwarts. Of course, they understand the structure of the four Hogwarts houses. The current Hogwarts has not been divided into what it is now, and it still maintains a good habit of teamwork.

Hufflepuffs seldom go to the front line in war, they can play more role in the rear than in the front line, although Hufflepuff also produces a well-rounded hexagon God of War, but the fat monk is obviously not that material, otherwise he wouldn't be stunned by Muggles, tied to a stick and killed as a pig.

"I can't." The fat monk gave Sir Nicholas a fierce look, and then muttered in a low voice out of breath: "...Think about it."

"Cough, cough, cough." The fat monk cleared his throat again, "Let's continue talking about Sett."

"That night, I saw him covered in wounds, so I went up to him and asked him if he needed me to call the school doctor. There were several marks on his body where he had been hit by a curse. I suspected it was the Explosive Curse and the Cutting Curse. But Seti shook his head, saying that he didn't need it, and he also hoped that I would keep it a secret for him and not tell anyone else."

"I was worried about him, but in the end I agreed, Harry, I didn't tell anyone else about this matter except you, of course not because no one asked me about these things before, but because I was very trustworthy. "

"You remember it too, don't tell anyone."

The fat friar saw the ridicule on Sir Nicholas's face, so he said angrily, "I told Harry that it is not a breach of promise, you are a ghost, Nicholas, you are not a human being, and neither is Harry."

"Huh???" Harry, who was full of black lines, looked at the fat monk strangely. When did the fact that he was not human be exposed?

"I'm not calling you human, Harry, it's the way it is."

When the fat friar saw that Harry's expression was not right, he quickly added: "Sett told me that if you meet a guy like him later, you can tell him about it. He said this: I am not I don’t want to be an eye-catching big star. It’s too stupid to stand on the podium to be awarded, but it’s a pity if there is no one to share such an interesting thing. If you meet someone like me later , I don’t know if I’m still a human being. When they ask about me, you can talk to them about my affairs and convey a word for me. At the end of the corridor, when the clock points to the end and the beginning, The star is in the northwest, and the time is exactly ten fifty-five."

"He said that he will leave a secret there that only people like him can see, so I don't have to worry about it. It doesn't matter even if I guess the wrong person. People who can't see it will never see it."

"But as his friend, even... admirer." The fat friar didn't intend to hide his opinion of Setiraris Skoggi, let a ghost who lived for hundreds of years admit that someone was his idol , it is really a bit difficult, "I am very careful to confirm who I can tell."

"Actually, it's not just that you asked about him, but I don't think they are of the same kind as Seti, and I never told them about it. After you did ask about it, I will tell you everything content first.”

"What about my mother?" Harry asked curiously.

"Lily." The fat monk sighed regretfully, "I originally wanted to tell her, but she seems to be a little resistant to Seti, maybe she also knows something about Seti? I don't know what she thinks of."

"Harry, I noticed you when you came to Hogwarts, but I think it's too early for a little wizard in the first year to know these things. I originally planned to wait for you to grow up Talk to you some more."

"By the way, do you still want to continue listening? There is still a little time before the lights go to sleep. I can tell you about other things that happened in the Forbidden Forest, such as the poacher's treasure. Sett's three years before graduation In a short period of time, the entire Forbidden Forest has been completely cleared, which is something that people dare not even think about. To be honest, if I have one-tenth of his combat power, I will not be successfully attacked by Muggles with stun guns."

There was a hint of frustration on the fat monk's face. He didn't mind mentioning his own death, and even took it as a pleasure, but every time he mentioned it, he felt somewhat regretful.

"The Muggles in my day were really terrible. Did they really hate a thirty-year-old Pope?"

"Who says it's not." Harry shrugged, "Jealousy makes people look different. No matter how noble a person is, he will be so despicable. How about I tell you a joke about priests, little boys, and demons?"

"Oh?" The fat monk seemed a little curious, he looked at Harry and nodded.

"A boy was suspected of being possessed by a demon, so the righteous priest took the little boy to the chapel of the church. He dispersed everyone. Under the watchful eyes of the Holy Father, he began the exorcism ceremony."

"The priest shouted angrily and scolded: Damn the devil, come out of this poor boy quickly!"

"Obviously, the priest's exorcism method was very effective. When the demon spoke, he yelled at the priest: Get out of his body first!"

The fat monk paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and cursed: "I should have hanged you all on the stake and burned them to death hundreds of years ago! Burn them to death! Crap!"