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The get out of class bell rang, and this extremely depressing Defense Against the Dark Arts class was finally over. The content of the Cruciatus Curse itself is already very depressing, coupled with Professor Snape's unchanging gloomy face, this caused almost every student in his class to quickly leave the door of the underground classroom with a depressed expression go out. It's like having a swarm of snails in the classroom.

"Snape's right, isn't it?" Ron complained to Lavender who ran up to him after class, when they were trying to take a detour back to the dormitory by a somewhat remote road, because it would take a while The corridors that can bask in the sun can breathe fresh air. "I don't know if it's worth taking the exam because I still can't apparate until now, and it feels like a waste of time and money to go there."

"No, my dear, you're just being overly overly overly nervous. Everyone knows that Snape has a serious prejudice against our Gryffindor students. You really don't need to pay so much attention to what he said." Wende kissed Ron on the cheek and said. "As for now, I think you should go to Hogsmeade's special training, which will be more interesting than manifesting in a stupid wooden circle. Even if you try and fail, you can postpone the exam and tell me in a few months Let's go to the exam together."

"Oh, wonderful love." At this time, a ghost slowly emerged from the wall. After the ghost completely emerged from the wall, she shouted with a somewhat shrill female voice. "It's a pity that I'm dead now, and I can no longer feel this sweet love."

"Myrtle?" Ryan recognized the ghost girl in front of him. , he waved his hand and asked: "I brought back some small gifts for you when I went to China during the summer vacation. I asked Nick to share these gifts with you when I went back to school. You received the gift I gave you. Yet?"

"Got it." Myrtle nodded. "The food and useful food specially prepared for ghosts in Tianchao is really great, but I still hope you come and see me."

"Sorry, I've been very busy recently." Ryan said with some embarrassment. He is indeed very busy recently, so that he can only speak a few words with a few familiar ghosts every week, like Myrtle who lives in Ryan. Lane, the ghost of the place not to go, has indeed not been seen for a long time.

"Of course I know you're busy. Even though I'm a ghost, I know that it's chaotic outside. Maybe some newcomers will join us soon. In this case, everyone is very busy." Myrtle felt helpless. He took off his thick glasses and wiped them. "So there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to talk to me after this time period, and no one wants to spend a little time paying attention to my poor ghost—"

"By the way, what are you doing now? I always thought you would only stay in that bathroom." Ryan quickly interrupted Myrtle's chatter. He knew how long it might take for these idle ghosts to say something. Hours on one thing, if you don't want to waste time, you have to interrupt them with a little impoliteness and ask what you want.

"Hmm—wait for someone." Myrtle cupped her cheeks in her hands and spun around in mid-air, then floated to a place where she was face to face with Ryan. "I met a crying boy a while back and thought he liked me."

At this point, Myrtle's tone turned plaintive and she said, "He's a bit lonely and likes to avoid other people. So I thought maybe he'll come back when you're gone... We have a lot in common... I I believe he felt it..."

After saying this, Myrtle floated up a little bit to look at the corner of the corridor, looking there with eyes full of expectation.

"You said that you have a lot in common, do you mean that he is also in the water pipe?" The original beautiful mood was immediately completely destroyed by another voice. Ron got brains.

"No," Myrtle protested angrily after the previous atmosphere filled with pink bubbles of love was interrupted.

The voice echoed throughout the empty hallway, "I mean he's sensitive, he's also been bullied, he feels alone, no one talks, he's not afraid to show his feelings, he can cry when he wants to!"

"Crying?" After hearing what Myrtle just emphasized, Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "It seems that each ghost has a different anchor point in this world. For example, Moaning Myrtle is crying, and Barrow should be the remorse for killing Helena. This should be what Snape said in class just now The ghosts of ghosts are the real reason for the imprints of departed souls in the world. Only wizard No. 4 who has reached a certain level of emotion can become a ghost. Ordinary wizards cannot leave such obvious imprints on the world, and naturally they cannot. May remain in the world."

Just when Ryan started to think about these questions, Harry curiously asked his own question. "Is there a boy who cried here? Is it a boy from a lower grade?"

"Never mind!" said Myrtle, raising her chin slightly, her eyes fixed on Ron who was already grinning, "I promised not to tell anyone, I'm going to bring his secret into the -"

"—isn't it the grave?" Ron laughed. "Maybe the sewers..."

This remark enraged Myrtle, who uttered an angry howl and passed through Ron before disappearing into the wall.

"Ah, it's so cold." Ron shivered. "I just said a word, how could she treat me like this?"

"Okay, Ron. Originally, we might be able to ask an interesting thing. You must know that there are not many girls who secretly hide in the toilet and cry, but there are still very few boys who do this." Ryan shrugged helplessly. shrugged. "But now that you've come, we can't figure out anything."

"Well, this is indeed my mistake." Ron also knew that what he said when he was frustrated just now was a bit too much, but after he vented after saying these words, his mood improved a lot. After throwing the schoolbag directly back over his shoulder, Ron said to Ryan and the others: "I'm going to participate in special training in Hogsmeade, and then decide whether to take the exam."

"That's right." Ryan nodded. "How do you know you won't succeed if you don't try?"

"Okay, Ryan, I always feel like a middle-aged person's tone every time you persuade me." Harry said from the side, "Every time it feels like a young version of Professor McGonagall talking. "

By the end of the week, Lane dropped Hermione off at the gate of the castle. Seeing her head to Hogsmeade for pre-exam training under the protection of a few Aurors with a group of sixth graders who would turn seventeen in two weeks, Ryan was filled with envy. Because today's weather is very good, full of spring, it is a rare sunny day for a long time, if you can go out in this kind of weather, it will definitely be a great thing.

After returning to the common room and answering Neville's homework questions, Ryan left the common room and headed to the edge of the Black Lake. On the way, he saw Luna using the black lake as a target to test the few spells that Ryan taught at the book club.

"Good morning, Luna." Seeing that Luna heard her footsteps, she turned her head. Ryan quickly raised his hand to greet her.

"Morning, Ryan." Luna greeted Ryan with her characteristic erratic voice, "Can you tell me why these spell-casting materials make magic more powerful—"

Ryan spent the next morning answering Luna's questions about the book club. After Ryan answered all these accumulated questions, he asked her curiously why she didn't ask these questions during the free question time in the usual reading meeting.

Luna looked at Ryan with her protruding eyes and said. "I am the only one who wants to know the answers to these questions of mine. You are my friend, and I cannot let you delay the explanation to everyone because of answering my questions, and make everyone dissatisfied with you."

This answer surprised Ryan a little. It seems that Luna is not the kind of person who does not understand the world. It's just that she has always been immersed in her own world and doesn't pay much attention to those things.

But after answering the questions, it was not too early. Ryan hurriedly bid farewell to Luna who continued to practice by the Black Lake, then turned and ran towards the castle. Because it was almost time for dinner, Hermione and the students who went to Hogsmeade for practice should also finish their practice and return to the castle at this time.

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