Chapter 865 View from afar

As a good young man of the new era, Robert felt that he should lend a helping hand to his unlucky companions. He took out his wand, preparing to cast a healing spell or something.

Then, he was stopped manually.

"Tell me, if I am sick and hospitalized, will Yuko come to see me?" Murakami looked serious and serious, completely unaware of whether his behavior was reasonable.

As a wizard, you actually sprain your feet?

No, wait, it seems that it is not impossible for wizards to sprain their feet. Didn't Neville get sprained feet during his first flying lesson?

But how did you achieve such a small height? Are you going to be laughed to death by other wizards?

Moreover.

Even if you don't go to the campus hospital for such a small injury, the wizards with sprain potions can handle it yourself, not to mention the healing spells.

Anyone who doesn’t prepare medicine when going out is a loser or a fool. For normal travel, you should at least prepare wind oil essence or grass ointment.

Of course, please refer to the instructions and do not use excessive amounts.

Don't use it in weird places either.

"Okay, man, you just had a sprain, okay?" Robert couldn't help complaining, "If Yuko knew that you were sick and hospitalized just because of a mere sprain, do you believe she would just slam the door and leave?"

Murakami was like a deflated rubber ball and said in frustration, "Probably, no..."

After saying something that he didn't even believe, Murakami sighed and used a magic spell to treat his swollen ankle. Then he stood up again, climbed up the wall, and looked at the other side with a telescope.

"There are indeed many spiritual beings. Do they regard Mr. Nakamura's apartment as a gathering place?" He muttered, took out a notebook and began to write and draw, "If you can record it with a camera, That would be great, but it’s a pity that many spirits cannot be photographed with a camera. Of course, if it is a camera, when the spirits appear, something like poor contact will occur.”

"Huh?" Robert looked confused. If that's what you said, "When the ghosts of Hogwarts pass by, the temperature will drop suddenly. Why didn't you bring a thermometer?"

Murakami stopped writing, raised his head, and looked at him happily, "Hey, this is a good idea. How about we buy a thermometer?"

"Not at all." Robert couldn't help but patted him. "It's not like you can't see. Don't you think it's silly to walk around with a thermometer? Besides, many ghosts seem to have a strong influence on electrical appliances. You really need to bring a thermometer with you." If so, what we might need is a mercury thermometer.”

Murakami thought for a while and felt that what he said made sense, "Then go buy one."

"Hey, if the mercury falls out, it will be very troublesome!" Robert couldn't help complaining, and then, as if he remembered something, he touched his chin, thoughtfully, "Well, wait a minute, I I seem to remember...ah, by the way, the copper tube thermometer is used when working underground, maybe there is such a portable thermometer!"

"Well, it's good to have it. We'll buy one when the time comes." Murakami Takashi said, "This thing will definitely be used. After all, some ghosts can become invisible. Have you forgotten, Peeves' unique skill?"

"Okay, what you said makes sense." Robert nodded. Sure enough, you can still learn something from following these experienced guys. Because Peeves is a ghost in Hogwarts school, Robert subconsciously ignored him. When dealing with students and school employees, they have already reserved their hands.

With Peeves' ability, killing the entire school could only be done with his hands. In fact, he almost did this when he was so angry that he almost lost his mind.

In school, Peeves will naturally take into account the identity of the students, but outside, there will be no such thing as a ghost guessing that you are the school's little wizard, so you must be fully prepared.

"Want to go over and take a look?" Robert asked, "I always feel that the movements of those ghosts are a bit too strange."

"No... no need." Murakami hesitated for a moment, but still rejected the proposal, "Well, how can I put it, you will know one thing after doing too many tasks, it is not a good thing to get too involved with the client. Oh, especially something that looks dangerous."

Robert was puzzled, "Danger? Where is the danger?"

Although he also felt that something was wrong.

"Well, besides Hogwarts, where have you seen so many ghosts?" Murakami asked quietly, "It's not a place like a cemetery. A place where ghosts can gather. No matter how you look at it, It’s not an easy place.”

Probably, it can be similar to a place with strong Yin Qi?

Robert realized that this was the so-called dangerous place!

"These ghosts are obviously trapped in this room. If they are not naturally formed, then someone must have done it deliberately." Murakami explained, "This method of manipulating ghosts is generally to create powerful weapons. God, so there must be a mysterious person behind this matter."

"Priest or witch?" Robert asked subconsciously.

"It's necessary." Murakami Takashi nodded, "After all, wizards can't do this kind of thing. The most we can do is kill or expel ghosts. Such a delicate operation must not be done by wizards."

So, here comes the problem.

"Then how did you drive Ichiro to do things?" Robert looked confused. "You neither killed him nor expelled him, but asked him to help you with housework..."

Murakami Takashi coughed dryly, "Well, you can think of it as a love potion, or Mutenpo, well, it's the kind of spell that makes them unable to control themselves."

Robert looked at him with a strange expression, "What are your curses? Why does it sound so unscrupulous to me?"

"No way?" Murakami retorted guiltily, "That's right, just let ghosts with obsessive-compulsive disorder come to help. You know, some people can't help but clean up their homes when they see a little bit of mess. Well, it’s that kind of ghost.”

Robert was speechless. He felt that the magic of neon was hopeless. You should continue to develop Shintoism.

"Okay, since you said so, I'll just believe you." That's all he could say.

Murakami wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, and then yelled again, "That's not right, am I lying? What do you mean by just trusting me!"

Robert changed the subject, "So, do we need to investigate the peeping woman?"

"What, changing the subject again." Murakami muttered dissatisfied, "Let's investigate. According to Mr. Nakamura, the other party may be watching him from the balcony opposite his apartment."

"No, this building is one floor lower than his house!"