Chapter 291 Shake Your Head Up
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 291 Throw your head up
For a period of time after that, Kyle kept paying attention to the surrounding situation, but strangely, the old whisper never appeared again.
He also tried to increase the amount of training, make himself very tired again, and even insisted on staying up all night, but it still didn't work.
It seemed that he had really misheard that day.
After about two weeks like this, gradually, Kyle stopped thinking about it.
……
A few days before Halloween, on a stormy Saturday evening, Kyle, who had finished the activities of the Charms Club, almost bumped into a person when he passed a corner in a corridor... No, it should be a ghost to be precise.
Nearly Headless Nick.
The ghost of the Gryffindor tower was looking out the window gloomily, muttering under his breath, "...doesn't meet their criteria...just half an inch..."
Because he was so engrossed, he didn't even notice that someone almost passed through his body.
Until Kyle took the initiative to greet him...
"Hello, Sir Popington."
Kyle preferred to call him that rather than another name.
Since the last holiday, every time he heard someone call him Nick, Kyle couldn't help but think of that old man in Devon.
"Hello."
Nearly Headless Nico (crossed out) Nick is taken aback, looks around and finally sees Kyle.
"Very few people call me that." He seemed to be in a better mood. "It's nice that you look tired...I mean, I can't remember what it feels like to be tired."
While speaking, he folded a transparent letter and hid it in his jacket.
It was strange to say that although the letter was transparent, it seemed to be real parchment, and it was impossible to see what was written on it after it was folded.
"All I can say is that it feels terrible and you don't want to remember it."
Kyle rubbed his forehead, changed the subject and said, "You seem to have something on your mind."
"Ah, it's nothing." Specter waved a slender hand gracefully, "It's a small matter... It's not that I really want to participate... I thought I could apply, but it seems that I... don't meet the requirements."
His tone was nonchalant, but there was deep pain on his face.
"Hi...Kyle, oh, and Nick."
At this time, Harry also walked over from not far away. He should have just finished Quidditch training, his whole body was wet, and his clothes were covered with mud.
"Is the badge not working?" Kyle asked.
"No, it's useful," said Harry, "it's just that I accidentally fell into a mud hole while catching the Snitch, and it fell out."
Harry produced the water and humidity badge, with the rag attached to it, torn from his robes.
"It looks like you fell hard."
Kyle took out his wand.
"Restored as before."
The rag returned to the robe with the badge.
"Thank you Kyle, Hermione has been trying to get me to learn this spell the other day... I think she's right."
Harry said happily, and then he looked at the ghost next to Kyle, "You seem to have something on your mind."
After being asked this question by two little wizards, the ghost of Gryffindor suddenly exploded.
"Talk about it!"
He pulled the letter out of his pocket again, complaining loudly about how the Headless Hunter had rejected his application.
"Look at this, we can only accept hunters whose heads are separated from their bodies..."
He said angrily: "Only a little bit of skin and tendon is connected, and most people will think that it is no different from losing their heads. But no, in the opinion of Sir Podmore, who has completely lost his head, this is not enough."
Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him, he could only say dryly, "I think you are qualified, really."
"Thank you... It's a pity they don't think so!"
"Sir Popington..." Kyle said thoughtfully, "If you ask me, you don't need to be obsessed with joining the Headless Hunters."
"I don't want to join that much...I just, because I'm bored...apply for fun!" A certain ghost insisted.
"Well, it's like you said." Kyle didn't expose him either.
"I think you can set up a team of Almost Headless Hunters by yourself."
"Set up a hunter team yourself?"
"Yes, Sir Popington." Kyle said, "I think you are well-known in the ghost circle."
"Well... I do have quite a few friends."
"In fact, this year's Halloween is the anniversary of my 100th death, and there are already more than [-] ghosts who have confirmed to come to participate."
When he said this, his expression was very proud, and the number should be quite a lot.
"That's no problem." Kyle said with a smile: "You can announce the establishment of your own hunter team at that time, and ask them to help promote it and increase its popularity."
"But... what about the event?"
Nick hesitated, "Although I really don't want to admit it, I really can't do horseback juggling, polo on my head and other activities, and I don't look scary."
"You can develop activities yourself." Kyle said: "There is no need to learn from them, you have your own advantages."
"my advantage?"
"That's right." Kyle thought for a while and said, "For example, you can flip your head up like a propeller, but they can't."
As he said that, Kyle also conjured a stone connected to a rope and swung it twice in his hand.
"like this……"
"You can also find a nearly headless horse and shake it together. It would be even better if you can make some noises or make some expressions during the process."
Nick, who was almost headless, stared, as if he had discovered some new continent, then he leaned in front of Harry and asked:
"Do you think it would really be scary if I did that?"
Harry looked at the rock that kept shaking in Kyle's hand, and then at the head in front of him, and a picture immediately appeared in his mind.
Subconsciously, Harry's facial features wrinkled together.
It's over... The picture is so beautiful, and it has been lingering in his mind, he must not be able to sleep tonight!
But Nearly Headless Nick was satisfied.
"Oh, great, that's the look!"
He clapped his hands excitedly, "That's a really good idea, Patrick Podmore's jaw would drop in shock if he saw it.
Haha...why didn't I think of that before! "
He floated excitedly in mid-air.
"If you can, you can come to my..."
"Meow..." There was a sudden high-pitched cry from near Harry's ankle, drowning out the rest of his words.
"It's Mrs. Norris."
Kyle glanced at Harry, and the long line of mud behind him.
"You'd better get out of here quickly. Someone's cauldron exploded in Potions class today, and the potion was splashed everywhere. Filch has been cleaning all morning. If he sees you dripping mud and water everywhere... "
"That's right," said Harry, trying to run upstairs to the common room, but it was too late.
He had barely taken two steps when Filch burst out from behind a tapestry, panting.
He had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, and his nose was abnormally red. It looked like he had a cold.
"Enough!" He pointed to the muddy water dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes. "It's a mess everywhere. I tell you, I've had enough! Potter, come with me!"
Harry sighed gloomily, and followed Filch down the stairs, leaving another string of muddy footprints on the floor.
"That direction is... Filch's office, he probably wants to make an example of others."
Nick said: "We have to help Harry. I remember there was a big cabinet in the utility room. If you smash it on the top of Filch's office, it should divert his attention."
"A big cabinet?" Kyle whispered, "Where is that utility room?"
"No, you can't go, you'll get into trouble."
The ghost half-submerged into the wall, "I'll go find Peeves, he is the most suitable candidate."
"and many more……"
Before Kyle finished speaking, the other party had disappeared.
"This is too impatient."
Looking at the empty corridor, Kyle thought for a while, then turned and ran towards the second floor.
For a period of time after that, Kyle kept paying attention to the surrounding situation, but strangely, the old whisper never appeared again.
He also tried to increase the amount of training, make himself very tired again, and even insisted on staying up all night, but it still didn't work.
It seemed that he had really misheard that day.
After about two weeks like this, gradually, Kyle stopped thinking about it.
……
A few days before Halloween, on a stormy Saturday evening, Kyle, who had finished the activities of the Charms Club, almost bumped into a person when he passed a corner in a corridor... No, it should be a ghost to be precise.
Nearly Headless Nick.
The ghost of the Gryffindor tower was looking out the window gloomily, muttering under his breath, "...doesn't meet their criteria...just half an inch..."
Because he was so engrossed, he didn't even notice that someone almost passed through his body.
Until Kyle took the initiative to greet him...
"Hello, Sir Popington."
Kyle preferred to call him that rather than another name.
Since the last holiday, every time he heard someone call him Nick, Kyle couldn't help but think of that old man in Devon.
"Hello."
Nearly Headless Nico (crossed out) Nick is taken aback, looks around and finally sees Kyle.
"Very few people call me that." He seemed to be in a better mood. "It's nice that you look tired...I mean, I can't remember what it feels like to be tired."
While speaking, he folded a transparent letter and hid it in his jacket.
It was strange to say that although the letter was transparent, it seemed to be real parchment, and it was impossible to see what was written on it after it was folded.
"All I can say is that it feels terrible and you don't want to remember it."
Kyle rubbed his forehead, changed the subject and said, "You seem to have something on your mind."
"Ah, it's nothing." Specter waved a slender hand gracefully, "It's a small matter... It's not that I really want to participate... I thought I could apply, but it seems that I... don't meet the requirements."
His tone was nonchalant, but there was deep pain on his face.
"Hi...Kyle, oh, and Nick."
At this time, Harry also walked over from not far away. He should have just finished Quidditch training, his whole body was wet, and his clothes were covered with mud.
"Is the badge not working?" Kyle asked.
"No, it's useful," said Harry, "it's just that I accidentally fell into a mud hole while catching the Snitch, and it fell out."
Harry produced the water and humidity badge, with the rag attached to it, torn from his robes.
"It looks like you fell hard."
Kyle took out his wand.
"Restored as before."
The rag returned to the robe with the badge.
"Thank you Kyle, Hermione has been trying to get me to learn this spell the other day... I think she's right."
Harry said happily, and then he looked at the ghost next to Kyle, "You seem to have something on your mind."
After being asked this question by two little wizards, the ghost of Gryffindor suddenly exploded.
"Talk about it!"
He pulled the letter out of his pocket again, complaining loudly about how the Headless Hunter had rejected his application.
"Look at this, we can only accept hunters whose heads are separated from their bodies..."
He said angrily: "Only a little bit of skin and tendon is connected, and most people will think that it is no different from losing their heads. But no, in the opinion of Sir Podmore, who has completely lost his head, this is not enough."
Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him, he could only say dryly, "I think you are qualified, really."
"Thank you... It's a pity they don't think so!"
"Sir Popington..." Kyle said thoughtfully, "If you ask me, you don't need to be obsessed with joining the Headless Hunters."
"I don't want to join that much...I just, because I'm bored...apply for fun!" A certain ghost insisted.
"Well, it's like you said." Kyle didn't expose him either.
"I think you can set up a team of Almost Headless Hunters by yourself."
"Set up a hunter team yourself?"
"Yes, Sir Popington." Kyle said, "I think you are well-known in the ghost circle."
"Well... I do have quite a few friends."
"In fact, this year's Halloween is the anniversary of my 100th death, and there are already more than [-] ghosts who have confirmed to come to participate."
When he said this, his expression was very proud, and the number should be quite a lot.
"That's no problem." Kyle said with a smile: "You can announce the establishment of your own hunter team at that time, and ask them to help promote it and increase its popularity."
"But... what about the event?"
Nick hesitated, "Although I really don't want to admit it, I really can't do horseback juggling, polo on my head and other activities, and I don't look scary."
"You can develop activities yourself." Kyle said: "There is no need to learn from them, you have your own advantages."
"my advantage?"
"That's right." Kyle thought for a while and said, "For example, you can flip your head up like a propeller, but they can't."
As he said that, Kyle also conjured a stone connected to a rope and swung it twice in his hand.
"like this……"
"You can also find a nearly headless horse and shake it together. It would be even better if you can make some noises or make some expressions during the process."
Nick, who was almost headless, stared, as if he had discovered some new continent, then he leaned in front of Harry and asked:
"Do you think it would really be scary if I did that?"
Harry looked at the rock that kept shaking in Kyle's hand, and then at the head in front of him, and a picture immediately appeared in his mind.
Subconsciously, Harry's facial features wrinkled together.
It's over... The picture is so beautiful, and it has been lingering in his mind, he must not be able to sleep tonight!
But Nearly Headless Nick was satisfied.
"Oh, great, that's the look!"
He clapped his hands excitedly, "That's a really good idea, Patrick Podmore's jaw would drop in shock if he saw it.
Haha...why didn't I think of that before! "
He floated excitedly in mid-air.
"If you can, you can come to my..."
"Meow..." There was a sudden high-pitched cry from near Harry's ankle, drowning out the rest of his words.
"It's Mrs. Norris."
Kyle glanced at Harry, and the long line of mud behind him.
"You'd better get out of here quickly. Someone's cauldron exploded in Potions class today, and the potion was splashed everywhere. Filch has been cleaning all morning. If he sees you dripping mud and water everywhere... "
"That's right," said Harry, trying to run upstairs to the common room, but it was too late.
He had barely taken two steps when Filch burst out from behind a tapestry, panting.
He had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, and his nose was abnormally red. It looked like he had a cold.
"Enough!" He pointed to the muddy water dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes. "It's a mess everywhere. I tell you, I've had enough! Potter, come with me!"
Harry sighed gloomily, and followed Filch down the stairs, leaving another string of muddy footprints on the floor.
"That direction is... Filch's office, he probably wants to make an example of others."
Nick said: "We have to help Harry. I remember there was a big cabinet in the utility room. If you smash it on the top of Filch's office, it should divert his attention."
"A big cabinet?" Kyle whispered, "Where is that utility room?"
"No, you can't go, you'll get into trouble."
The ghost half-submerged into the wall, "I'll go find Peeves, he is the most suitable candidate."
"and many more……"
Before Kyle finished speaking, the other party had disappeared.
"This is too impatient."
Looking at the empty corridor, Kyle thought for a while, then turned and ran towards the second floor.
