Chapter 103 Nearly Headless Nick (National Day Special Chapter)
With the end of the game, the fourth act of Tom's anniversary celebration also came to a complete end. He successfully completed three mission objectives. This was somewhat beyond his expectations: after he gave away a total of 80,000 people, he thought he could only complete
There were two missions, but I didn't expect Hermione to be so awesome in the end and just lead him to win.
"How's it going? Are you good at wizard chess?" Professor Flitwick said proudly, pointing to the cities still smoking lightly on the sand table. Every command they put on the parchment would affect the chess pieces on the sand table.
, let them fight in the mountains and in the city.
Tom admired from the bottom of his heart: "It is so ingenious that it is a game ahead of its time. Such wizard chess must have used a lot of complex and superb magic spells, right?"
Tom changed the topic and started talking about the various magic spells used by Professor Flitwick to make chess pieces. Flitwick did not hide any secrets and told Tom all these magic spells openly.
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and finally he clapped his hands: "I still have some experience from studying magic spells over the years. Just wait a minute, and I will get it for you."
"Flying notes!" As a master of spells, Professor Flitwick naturally couldn't run to the office to get this experience note. He directly cast a flying spell and "summoned" his notes from the office.
The wizard may lose something and may not have enough frontal combat power, but the magic of the wizard can greatly facilitate daily life. For example, the wizard never has to worry about finding things. When he goes out, he realizes that he has forgotten his keys, mobile phone, glasses, and mask.
This kind of thing only happens to Muggles.
The wizard can solve the problem with just one flying spell!
The Flying Curse is also an extremely idealistic spell. It is very funny to try to explain magic with science. Most magics are idealistic. To forcefully explain them through science is like drawing a target after shooting an arrow.
The same goes for the Flying Curse. Like most spells in the magic world, the Flying Curse is a spell that looks very simple, but can actually be studied in great depth. Tom wrote a small paper on the Flying Curse in his spare time.
, has basically been written, and he plans to send it out in a few days. He doesn't expect it to be published in a top journal like "Magic", as long as it is a journal, but it can't be too outrageous, like "The Quibbler", Tom just refuses
. If you publish an article in a magazine like that, you will be regarded as a comedian.
Of course, the saying goes well, "If you are dissatisfied, you can change it." Of course, Tom can output a lot of top-notch articles and make "The Quibbler" become the top journal in the magical world, but why? Is it necessary?
Just like if a Nobel Prize winner built his laboratory in a dual-Africa university, he could make the university become a 211-level school, but why should he do this? Isn't TOP2 and C9 good?
The Flying Curse has several very classic applications. The most well-known is probably to summon the Firebolt. From this, we can further raise several questions: Why is Harry Potter's Firebolt flying over instead of a pendulum?
A Firebolt in a shop window? If Harry's Firebolt weighed a ton, could it still fly? One ton would be fine, but what about ten tons, a hundred, or a thousand tons?
Why not just let the golden egg fly over? If the flying spell can make something fly over, can I just "fly over" the eyes of the fire dragon guarding the golden egg? For non-specific unknown objects, use flying
What will happen if the curse comes?
If you can figure out these five questions, you have understood the Feilai Curse thoroughly.
First of all, the flying spell will automatically complete the screening. For example, when Tom wakes up in the morning and wants to drink water, so he shouts: Water glass is coming, the water glass flying over must be the water glass on his bedside, not the water glass in the dormitory next door. Tom doesn’t need it either.
Add a bunch of attributives, such as shouting "The ceramic water cup with the leftover black tea from last night is coming." These qualifications are completed by the spell when you cast the spell. You only need to concentrate on thinking about me when casting the spell.
Just get the water glass next to your bed.
Like other magic spells, the Flying Curse has its limits. If an object is too heavy, too far away from the caster, or it is part of another creature, the Flying Curse will be ineffective against it. You can make an assumption,
A person shouts: "The Hogwarts Express is coming!" Will the train fly to him? It's the same as "Give me a fulcrum, and I can lift the whole earth". It is theoretically possible, but in fact it is impossible, because
The magic power in the wizard's body is too weak.
As for the flying spell on unknown objects, you only need to change the spell. This spell is "fly around". Mrs. Weasley used this spell to find the prank toys hidden by Fred and George.
.Obviously, Mrs. Weasley didn't know their names or their locations, but she still cast a spell to confiscate all of Brother Fred's private collection.
This is linked to Mrs. Weasley's strength. If it were Ron, not to mention whether he would be beaten to death by his brothers, he would most likely not be able to find all the toys.
Therefore, the Feilai Curse generally follows three rules:
1. The size and position of the summoned object must be "appropriate". The stronger the wizard, the greater the maximum distance and weight of the summon.
2. Although there are no regulations, generally speaking only one item will fly at a time.
3. As long as the object is not disturbed by magic, a Horcrux like Slytherin's Locket cannot be summoned by a flying spell.
Of course, there is another prerequisite: you need to be a wizard.
Professor Flitwick opened the corridor door, caught his note, and handed it to Tom.
Tom took the notebook with a black cover. It was heavy in his hand, and the pages were already a little yellow.
"Thank you!" Tom thanked Professor Flitwick from the bottom of his heart. Such a book has condensed Professor Flitwick's half-life efforts.
"Why are you so polite?" Professor Flitwick looked at the ancient notebook and sighed with emotion: "Anyway, after my death, this notebook will be donated to the Hogwarts library."
But before Tom could be moved, Flitwick jumped up again and took the note away.
"Copy into two!" He made a copy of the note and gave the copy to Tom. He was a little embarrassed, "If there is new progress, I will add some more things..."
[Professor Flitwick’s Charms Notes (Four Stars): The content of the notes needs to be improved. It records Filius Flitwick’s understanding of Charms. After careful study, it will be helpful to improve Charms.
A huge benefit.]
Tom accepted the note under Hermione's burning eyes.
"It's getting late," Professor McGonagall glanced at the time, "It's time for Miss Granger to return to the lounge."
With such impeccable reasons, everyone stopped the game and returned to their offices or lounges to take an early rest. They had to get up and decorate the castle the next day.
The last day of October 1992 was a rainy day. All you had to do was listen to the sound of rain by the window for a while, and you would have the idea of lying on a soft bed and resting for the whole day. But this "little luck" was destined not to belong to
Members of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams - they also have to train on days like this.
Compared to the Slytherin team, the Gryffindor side is even more miserable because all members of the Slytherin team have been equipped with the most advanced broomsticks: Nimbus 2001. These brooms are owned by Malfoy's father Lucius.
Malfoy donated it to the Slytherin team. In exchange, Draco Malfoy became the team's Seeker even though he was only in his second year.
According to the intelligence detected by Fred and George, these Nimbus 2001s were incredibly fast, almost like jets. Fred and George saw that after accelerating, the Slytherin team members riding on them directly became
It became seven blurry light green shadows.
After learning the news, all the Gryffindor players became very worried.
In addition to these team members, several professors could not be idle. They began to intensively decorate Hogwarts Castle after dusk fell. Professor Flitwick placed some bats in various corners of the castle, and they swarmed in groups.
The team swept across the roof and hung on the eaves and window edges. Coupled with the yellow and purple ribbons, the Halloween atmosphere became richer.
Of course, these alone are not enough. Professor Flitwick also tampered with the armors at Hogwarts so that they can make various sounds: whining wind, whispers, sobs, etc., every time
At the hour, they would also sing hymns in unison. Professor McGonagall turned all the lights into jack-o'-lanterns, but she did not follow Tom's suggestion and changed the candles into pale green candles - this is a Halloween party
, not a haunted house, she said.
The patterns carved on the pumpkins are not eye-catching at all, and the warm light revealed in the pumpkin lanterns makes people feel at ease and makes them feel at home. The light is so magical, the white ones are a bit eye-catching and a bit dazzling, while the red lights are always
It gives people a sense of oppression and psychological discomfort. Other lights of various colors also have shortcomings. Only the light yellow light makes people feel like home.
Those students who were studying in foreign countries finally settled down in a rental house after dozens of hours of traveling. They made their beds, ate a few quick bites, washed away the travel dust, and lay down with pillows.
When you are in bed, you feel as relaxed as if you are relieved. If there is a lamp that emits a light yellow light at the bedside, you must feel at ease. I am afraid you will be able to understand what "this peaceful place is my hometown".
After Professor McGonagall told Tom this, Tom realized that he seemed to be stuck on the scary atmosphere and ignored the festive factors, so he also fine-tuned his plan.
The color of the entire auditorium was still depressing. There were almost no lights in the auditorium at first, only a few pumpkin lanterns were glowing green. Bursts of deep music came from Hagrid's pumpkin, which was the size of a carriage, and dark clouds were billowing on the ceiling.
There is a face among the dark clouds...
However, when enough students enter the auditorium, the lights will be lit instantly, illuminating the auditorium brightly, the invited band will also change the tune to joyful holiday music, and the kitchen will also be transmitted to the table. Delicious food plus
The concert performed by the Skeleton Dance Troupe invited by Dumbledore must be very joyful this Halloween.
Tom had adjusted the ceiling and set up the lights, when Hagrid came in dragging a cart full of pumpkins, each one as big as a flower shed.
"I used a little 'help' on them..." Hagrid saw Tom staring at these pumpkins, and a trace of panic flashed in his black beetle-like eyes. He coughed dryly and explained awkwardly.
Tom thought of Hagrid's big pink umbrella, which contained his "broken" wand, but Tom very much suspected that Dumbledore should have given Hagrid some "help" because Hagrid was expelled and broke his wand.
At that time, he was only in third grade. Ron's wand was only partially broken and he was unable to cast spells normally. Hagrid's wand was completely broken by the Ministry of Magic, but later he didn't have much sluggishness when he cast magic:
On that stormy night of July 31 last year, when Hagrid met Harry, he could use magic to make a fire, conjure a pig tail on Dali's butt, and freely enter and leave Diagon Alley...
Thinking back to 1945, when Dumbledore obtained the Elder Wand that could repair wands, everything is self-evident.
Dumbledore actually took a lot of risks by doing this. The wizarding world has very strict management of wands. Any creature other than wizards who obtains and uses wands is a felony and needs to be "purged". Hybrids with magical animal ancestry
Whether wizards can obtain wands has always been the focus of controversy. This situation intensified later, and eventually became the "Wand Hunting Order" after Voldemort came to power: even non-pure-blood wizards cannot legally hold wands.
"This kind of magic is so convenient!" Tom's attention was not on whether Hagrid was illegally possessing the wand. He was more concerned about another thing: What is the yield of such a magic pumpkin? How long does it take to mature?
A pumpkin the size of a flower shed, this is the magic.
Tom took out his magic wand and started carving the pumpkin. He quickly hollowed out the inside and made a giant jack-o'-lantern that could accommodate two or three people. During the Halloween dinner, the invited band will be there.
Play here. The pumpkins you take out will not be wasted, the pumpkin flesh will be made into pies, and the pulp will be fed to the pigs.
After carving the giant pumpkin, Tom completed most of the decorations and found that he still lacked some small pumpkin lanterns - he hoped to arrange some pumpkin lanterns on the long table, preferably one for every four students, so that
After calculation, the number of jack-o-lanterns seemed to be insufficient. So he planned to go to Professor McGonagall to get some more.
Walking in the deserted corridor, Tom saw a "person" who was worried: "Nearly Headless" Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor House. He was dressed up, had long curly hair, and wore a
He wore a hat with feathers on it, which is very fashionable even today, and a knee-length tunic with a wheel-shaped ruff on it.
Nick was looking out the window melancholy, muttering in a low voice: "...just half an inch! Oh, what if...ah, hello, professor!" He saw Tom walking over.
"Hello, Nick, what seems to be bothering you?" Tom was also a little curious about this group of ghosts. He wanted to know what kind of people could turn into ghosts after death.
"It's just a trivial matter," Nick folded a transparent letter and hid it in his tight jacket. He waved his slender and elegant hands and said in a nonchalant tone, "Ha, it's a small organization. I don't really mean it.
I wanted to participate, but I just gave it a try, but I didn’t expect that I was ‘not qualified’.”
Even as a ghost, Tom could see the deep pain on his face.
Tom observed many details, such as Nick being able to respond to his questions, thinking independently, having his own emotions, and even having a ghost letter and new clothes - the ghost world is not that simple.
Nick's emotions suddenly exploded, "Professor, you must be fair, am I qualified to join the Headless Hunters? I was struck forty-four times on my neck with a blunt axe!"
He took out the transparent letter again and read angrily: "We only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated. If not, the team members will not be able to participate in hunter team activities such as horseback head show and head ball. I hope
You recognize this. Therefore, it is with great regret that I inform you that you do not meet our conditions. Best regards, Mr. Patrick Debordmo."
After reading the letter, Nick stuffed the letter back into his clothes.
"Is this what I want? I wish my head could be cut off cleanly more than anyone else! I mean, that would save me a lot of pain and avoid being made fun of. But..."
Tom wanted to say, "Based on common sense, you are indeed not qualified to join the 'Headless Hunters'." However, looking at the intensely emotional Nick, Tom swallowed these words back in his stomach.
The ghost's mood fluctuated greatly, and the hysterical Nick took a few deep breaths before regaining his composure and elegance.
"There are many headless hunters, but there is only one like you. And in the eyes of most people, your condition is actually the same as losing your head." Although I don't quite understand why Nick wants to join this group so much.
Headless Hunters", but Tom still comforted him.
Nick's mood improved visibly, but it was obvious that he still couldn't let go of this matter.
"Halloween should be a grand festival for ghosts, right? How do you celebrate this festival?" Tom remembered the definition of Halloween. It is a "ghost festival". Now there is a ghost standing in front of him, and he can just inquire about the ghost from him.
The way we celebrate the holiday. For ghosts, Halloween should be equivalent to New Year's Day, right? Tom thought in his heart.
Nick puffed up his chest and said with a noble look: "Death anniversary party! This Halloween will be the 500th anniversary of my death. I will hold a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom. Friends will be from
People came from all over the country. I even prepared a poem——"
"Are you willing to listen?" he said excitedly.
"Of course." Tom nodded, Nick cleared his throat, straightened his clothes, and started singing.
After listening to the poem, Tom fell into silence. Behind the elegant poem was an extremely bloody and cruel story, which told the cause of Nick's death.
Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington is the full name of Nearly Headless Nick, a courtier in the palace of King Henry VII. He openly associated with Muggles as an adult and was knighted. In 1492
On the evening of October 30, 2017, Sir Nicholas met Ms. Greif while walking in the park. She hoped that Nick could help her straighten her teeth. However, it backfired. Nick was obviously not good at using transfiguration, and his magic made her grow
Fangs.
He was imprisoned by the guards who came after hearing the news, took away the wand, and was sentenced to death. He shouted throughout the night, saying that he would immediately be able to eliminate the harm caused to Ms. Greif. But what waited was not forgiveness.
It was a priest. A priest came to Sir Nicholas' cell to "comfort" him and escort him to the execution ground at dawn the next day.
Nick, who had been comforted, was speechless when he went to the execution ground.
The executioner's ax was very blunt, so Nicholas was struck forty-five times in total, but even so there was still a little bit of skin and tendon connected to his neck.
As a wizard, Tom felt horrified when he heard it, and his neck felt a dull pain. It is precisely because such stories happened time and time again that there has been such a deep gap between the magic world and the non-magic world. When your loved ones
, after friends and acquaintances encounter similar things again and again, you will also become afraid of Muggles.
The magical world once extended an olive branch of friendship to the non-magical world, but it was brutally cut off by the Muggles.
"Uh... um..." Tom couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe his mood at the moment, but the appearance of a person resolved his embarrassment in time: Harry Potter appeared with heavy steps.
At the end of the corridor. He had just finished Quidditch practice, and his whole body was soaked and covered in mud.
It can be seen from his expression that he is also worried.
"Hello, young Potter!" Nick greeted him, "You seem to have something on your mind? Can I help?"
Harry shook his head. He was worried about how to defeat the Slytherin team. Unless Nick knew where to get seven free Nimbus 2001, he couldn't help him.
"Meow——" Suddenly there was a sharp and piercing cry, interrupting the conversation of the three people. Mrs. Norris, the janitor Filch's cat, suddenly appeared, stared at Harry and screamed.
Before Harry could react, Filch, with a thick plaid scarf tied around his head and a red nose, gasped and rushed to Harry from behind a tapestry.
Filch was particularly irritable today: he had a cold, and several students accidentally smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom. It took him a whole morning to clean it up. Unfortunately,
, at this time, Harry's body was dripping with muddy water, and the muddy water extended all the way along his footsteps...
Then Filch exploded, his eyes bulging out, and the flesh on his chin trembled as he opened and closed his mouth: "Mud water! The castle has been messed up again! Potter——!"