Chapter 113 Harry's Melancholy

However, the effect of the refreshing agent did not seem to be very effective for her. Steam was constantly emitting from her bright red hair, and her whole head was on fire.

Everyone was dissatisfied that Harry didn't have time to see her.

But Harry is really busy lately, although more often, he doesn't have to be busy.

Oliver Wood's desire to win a Quidditch game will never diminish over time, but will only become stronger over time. He regularly held Quidditch training, and the training of cage tactics went smoothly, but the high-intensity training made almost everyone overwhelmed. Fortunately, the hostility towards Slytherin and the resentment of refusing to lose to Halo 2001 supported them.

The big raindrops hit the high walls of the castle, and it has been raining for several days. Amidst the wind and rain, he was wet, with a muddy Harry Potter, just finished Quidditch training.

He is not in a good mood, and the progress of Eagle Eye Technique is very slow, even during this period, he has been seizing the time 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 without the help of a magic wand, to cast a spell in the air. The number of times he has succeeded is few, and the duration of the spell is negligibly short.

Fortunately, the teammates’ cage tactical training has been very effective. It is precisely because of this that even though Harry does not need to be with his teammates in every training, he still participates in every training of the team on time, rain or shine.

He was walking toward the dormitory, and on the empty corridor, he saw someone who was as worried as he was. No, it's not that there are people, but there are ghosts who are as serious as him.

The ghost of Gryffindor, the "almost headless" Nick is looking sadly at the pattering raindrops outside the window. At this time, his mood is like these rainwater, pattering on his heart, and his mouth whispered. Mumbled, "...It's half an inch short, but it doesn't meet their requirements, it's almost a bit if..."

Harry saw a lot of melancholic people, and melancholy ghosts were rare. Harry said hello, "Hello, Nick."

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

Nick, who was almost headless, turned around and saw Harry. He collected a transparent ghost-only letter, hid it in his jacket pocket, and asked, "You seem to have something on your mind? Potter."

"It's nothing, some worry about the game. You seem to be worried." Harry first revealed his thoughts, and then asked Nick.

Nearly headless Nick raised a hand, then put it down weakly, and said with some discouragement, "Me too, although I don’t have to participate...but I think I can apply...but they say I don’t meet condition."

Its tone was a little indifferent, but there was an uncomfortable expression on its face.

"You come to judge." It was finally out of anger, and took the envelope out of its pocket. "A ghost who was chopped forty-four times by a blunt axe on its neck, is it eligible to participate in a headless hunter? team?"

"Um-yes." Harry agreed naturally.

Nick, who was almost headless, waved the letter in his hand excitedly, and said furiously, "Who said no, I hope this thing is clean and neat than anyone else, and I hope my head is completely broken. This will save me. Suffering pain, let alone being laughed at, but they actually..."

Nick, who was almost headless, came out with conviction, "Our headless hunter team only accepts hunters whose head and body are completely separated. You need to know that if you don’t, members can’t participate in such things as headball and horseback. Hunter team activities. Therefore, I am very sorry to inform you that your conditions do not meet our standards. Greetings to you, Mr. Patrick Debord"

Nick, who was almost headless, stuffed the letter back into his clothes angrily, "There is only a tiny bit of skin and tendons attached to my neck, and everyone else would think it is the same as losing my head. But this is not good. In the eyes of Mr. Bo Mo, this is not enough, it does not meet the standard."

Nick vented the almost headless Nick and took a few deep breaths. Although there would be no air coming out of his body, he did control his emotions, "So, Potter, what's the matter with your game? How? Can I help?"

"Thank you for your kindness." Harry scratched his head. "I think it can't be done unless you know how to get seven free light wheels 2001 so that my teammates can fight Sly... ."

"Meow--" Harry was talking when a sharp squeak suddenly sounded from his feet, which made him shiver.

He looked sideways, and his two terrifying yellow eyes, like light bulbs, were a skinny and ugly gray cat. It's called Mrs. Loris, and it's the pet of Filch, the gatekeeper of the college.

"You have to go first, Harry." Nick looked around and said eagerly. "Filch is in a bad mood. He has a cold. He meets a few third graders and wipes the frog brains in the underground classroom. He spent the whole morning washing the ceiling. He is now full of anger. If he comes out and sees you in mud and water, he will go crazy."

"You are right, I should go." Harry said, looking at the escape route. But he was still a step late.

There seemed to be a mysterious connection between Filch and this pesky cat. The cat is there, the cat is calling, Harry has not had time to take a step, he has suddenly appeared behind a tapestry He is panting and panting, frantically trying to catch There are people who violate school rules. He wore a plaid scarf around his head, and his face was flushed. He didn't know which ones were because of colds and which ones were because of anger.

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

His eyes were astonishing as Mrs. Loris, and his flushed face was trembling, "Dirty, dirty, dirty everywhere. There is a mess everywhere, I have had enough, these **** things ." He turned around and motioned for Harry to follow him, trembling with all his flesh in his angry steps.

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

It was the first time Harry came to Filch's office, but unfortunately the students who had been here hated it. The room was dim and dirty, airtight, only a tattered oil lamp hung from the low ceiling, and the air was always filled with a faint fishy smell.

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