Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Grindelwald muttered to himself, turned around as usual, and hurried away.

Of course he wouldn't be afraid of the temper of a little witch, but he also didn't want to be a human target at this time.

Anyway, Dumbledore took most of the responsibility, and some of the remaining contradictions and blame, and "nearly headless Nick" was willing to help.

Besides, Jose Benitez, the "black magic nemesis", is still present, and the decision to inject the werewolf serum was not made by him forcing the guy to complete it - after Benitez and Elena explained it clearly, the rest spread. His influence is almost equal to zero.

It was a big deal, and he could temporarily return to Nurmengard Castle to avoid the limelight.

Nick, who was almost headless, watched with interest the corner of Grindelwald's robe disappearing into the corner of the hall, and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you have the slightest desire to question, or respond to the gentleman's thoughts?"

"Because it's not necessary for the time being." Elena's expression didn't change at all, she snapped her fingers and said softly, "House elf—"

"Chef."

In the shadow of the hallway, two house-elves bowed respectfully.

"Notify all rotating positions in the castle that today's 'guidance point' is temporarily cancelled."

Elena said in a calm tone, her eyes slowly retracting from where the corner of Grindelwald's clothes disappeared.

"At the same time, suspend responding to all orders from 'Professor Apocalis' and let him become more familiar with the environment in the castle."

"..."

Nick, who was almost headless, twitched the corners of his eyes, watching the house-elves in a weird way, before he stopped talking.

Speaking of which, if Elena is the most disorienting witch he has ever seen, then "Mr. Tower" is the most disorienting wizard he has ever seen.

Even the Tom Riddle from a few decades ago, at least not spinning around the same floor more than three times in a row - maybe the Dark Lords' power comes from some sacrifice?

"Oh, yes, Sir Nicholas. Speaking of which, I have a few questions I'd like to confirm with you."

Elena slowly turned around and raised her head to look at the resident ghost floating in the air next to her.

"About the werewolf serum and my father father, you..."

"That's right, these were initiated by me - and through a provisional vote of the three Grand Arcana."

Nick, who was almost headless, replied quickly, neatly tidying up his high collar, and said with a smile without hesitation.

This is a little thing that Dumbledore asked him to do before he left Hogwarts. Anyway, the ghost is almost immortal, and it doesn't matter if he bears some anger for a while.

As for more outrageous aggression? For several worlds, the Hogwarts professor and castle keeper's "war" against Peeves is the best example:

There is a clear line between the living and the dead. Death is their best armor, and it is difficult for the living to really hurt them.

Nick, who was almost headless, paused for a moment and continued to look at Elena with a calm expression.

"As for the reason, I can explain it to you slowly if you have time."

"No. Then I have one last question left."

Elena raised her eyebrows slightly, "Dear Sir Nicholas, Hogwarts will start the resident ghost competition next month, you should be ready?"

"...Wait, wait? The ghost in the hospital's... competition? What does this mean?! Never-"

Nick, who was almost headless, was stunned and confused, looking at Elena in disbelief, and some kind of bad mood that had not appeared in hundreds of years began to emerge.

He has been at Hogwarts for centuries, and he has indeed witnessed the increase and decrease of school ghosts before, but this obviously has nothing to do with the replacement of "resident ghosts".

In fact, the resident ghost is not a title or school position to be conferred.

It is closer to an honorary title than an actual title.

"Oh, Mr Patrick Debomore thinks that, as Captain of the Ghost Rider, he is more representative of the energy and courage of Gryffindor."

Elena casually flicked her fingers and explained softly in a flat tone.

"After preliminary investigation, many Gryffindor students think that it is obviously cooler to have a headless horseman as the resident ghost - at the same time, I also received a self-recommendation from Mr. Debomore."

"From the perspective of Hogwarts' previous student files and social influence after graduation, Mr. Debomore, who graduated from Gryffindor College, meets the basic application requirements. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a fair, just, endowment A place where all people and ghosts have equal rights. When there are multiple competitors for the same position, the best should be the most appropriate way.”

"Absurd, absurd - the ghost of competing for Gryffindor residency, Patrick?!"

"How can this be compared to a school position, you would actually agree to that guy's application for Gryffindor residency?!"

Nearly headless Nick opened his eyes wide, his face full of absurd and angry expressions, and he shouted incoherently!

"Besides, the capable ones come first? The most important thing for ghosts in the hospital is to represent the college, guide students, and inherit the spirit, not to take off their heads and play some kind of hunting tricks!"

"Ah, yes yes yes." Elena nodded perfunctorily, "I agree with this, so we will organize a vote in the whole house - I believe everyone thinks so too."

"—Vote, vote?!"

Nearly headless Nick repeated angrily, shaking his head vigorously, his head swaying around his neck.

"It's illegal! Professor McGonagall can't support your wanton nonsense!"

"Well, you're right, although this is nonsense, I just have a way to toss it out-"

Elena showed a little devil-like look, raised her finger and shook it slightly, and her lake blue eyes flashed with bright splendor.

"As you said, the Hogwarts Ghost in Residence is not a title given by someone... It does not come from your self-proclaimed name, nor does it follow the assignment of the professor."

"Then what is it based on? I've been thinking about it, and I can only ask for the 'majority' voice, right?"

"But--"

Nick, who was almost headless, opened his mouth, like a weathered gray-white stone sculpture.

He suddenly regretted that from the beginning he should not have been involved in the conflict between Dumbledore and this little witch!

After all, why is he, an indisputable Gryffindor ghost, trying to provoke Elena Kaslana, a witch that has never been seen in a thousand years? !

"Okay—you can consider canvassing votes, come on!" Elena smiled sweetly and waved her little fist cutely.

"Actually I... well, sorry."

Nick, who was almost headless, was about to say something when his eyes touched the deepest part of the little witch's eyes in front of him, and suddenly stopped for no reason.

Anyway, it's true that these old guys did something out of line this time - this trivial revenge may be the most ideal result, right?

The Ghost Sir sighed softly, expressed his apology in a low voice, and gradually disappeared into the stone wall.

Now, only Elena and Benitez are left in the empty Hogwarts hall foyer.

Jose Benitez looked at the girl in front of him with his back to him, and smiled bitterly.

"Elena, listen to me—"

"The parent-teacher meeting is about to start. Let's talk about it later. It just so happens that you can sort out a few more reasons."

Elena didn't look back, she raised her right hand slightly, and a fleshy little owl suddenly flew down from nowhere.

"Reserve food, Transfiguration class classroom."

goo haha ​​- goo -

The small reserve grain that came in for the call first chirped a few times with excitement, and then quickly turned into a short, restrained cooing sound.

As a magic pet that always accompanies the **** of death, Little Reserve Grain is keenly aware of the subtle atmosphere lingering around.

Obviously, the world's first cute little owner is not in a good mood now, it's better to keep a low profile.

"The effect of werewolf serum is equivalent to severe werewolf bite, and the conversion rate is close to 100%."

Elena said in a cold voice, and walked up the winding marble steps in front of her.

"After transforming into a werewolf, a normal person will experience a change in dietary preferences within three to seven days and begin to like eating raw meat with bloodshot threads."

"Current research shows that the wolfization phenomenon on full moon nights cannot be avoided or delayed - you will turn into a beast at each full moon, with the sole purpose of attacking humans."

"At the same time, each wolf transformation will speed up cell metabolism, and the werewolf will age 20%-30% faster than normal people, which means that your lifespan will be reduced to three-quarters of the original."

"At this stage, the cases of curing 'crazy wolf disease' are limited to laboratory results, and the success rate of soul transfer is even less than 60%, and it is limited to those who have had a werewolf past for more than ten years."

"By the way, werewolves are 'dangerous' dark creatures in the magical world of various countries. How to hunt and identify werewolves is a compulsory course in magic schools."

Elena paused for a few seconds, put her right hand on the cold armrest, took a deep breath and continued without any hesitation.

"The most powerful moment of a werewolf is the wolf-like state, but a well-trained wizard can easily resist hundreds of werewolves."

"Got it? Those claws aren't even more threatening than an AK-47 in front of wizards."

"The more critical point is that the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act does not restrict attacks on werewolves."

"I really can't think of how stupid a person must be to become a werewolf."

"...Uh, so werewolves are so restrictive and troublesome?"

Jose Benitez scratched his cheeks, looked at the small body in front of him, shrugged helplessly and said with a smile.

"Professor Apocalis gave me a very thick document, but I didn't read it because it was troublesome. I'll study it after I go back—"

"You! Wait, what did you just say?!"

Before Benitez could finish speaking, Elena turned around quickly, like a little white wolf with fried fur.

"You didn't know anything about ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and just injected serum?! What the **** are you thinking?!"

"Why didn't you understand. I have seriously confirmed it - werewolves can see the same world as the wizard's eyes, and perceive the dangers and monsters that wizards can perceive."

Benitez looked at the girl with frizzy hair in front and squatted down with a smile.

Then, he patted her on the head just as he had picked up this little white wolf on the streets of London a few years ago.

"For me, that's enough. That way, you won't be able to perfunctory me with 'you can't see it anyway.'"

"You idiot!"

Elena looked at the middle-aged man who was half-squatting and giggling, raised his foot and kicked his calf angrily.

"A werewolf can't find a wife, you just wait to be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

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