Allen followed up with curiously. He was not the only one who did this. The little wizards were very curious. What happened and who was going to be in trouble again?

Following the fast-running administrator Felch, everyone came straight to the fifth underground classroom. Four third-year students from Gryffindor were blocked. Some dismembered frogs were scattered on the table. On the floor, the frogs were white and bulging, and their dead eyes were silently staring at the ceiling. The ceiling was covered with stains.

Mrs. Loris ran to Felch's feet and let out a harsh scream. Her two yellow eyes, which were as bright as a lamp, stared at the four Gryffindors with condemnation in their eyes.

Mrs. Loris, this skinny gray cat is valued by the administrator Argus Felch, who acts as his deputy in the endless battles between him and his students.

"Dirty!" Felch shouted in anger, his nose was abnormally red. His eyes were so bulging that it was trembling, and the flesh on his double chin was trembling. "There are dirt everywhere, and it's messy everywhere! Tell you, I've had enough! I'm in jail, you all have to be in jail!"

Several Gryffindors followed Filch away from the classroom with sadness. Mrs. Loris's big yellow eyes stumbled on the young wizards watching, as if thinking about whether these students were reliable and whether they would be naughty. As if they had determined something, Mrs. Loris jumped out of the classroom briskly.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the onlookers left the classroom in groups of three or three. After all, it was very uncomfortable to stay in the dark and humid underground classroom in such bad weather. Perhaps it was because of this that the four Gryffindors chose this place as the place where they conducted their experiments.

Alan lazily pulled out his wand from his sleeve, "disappearing without a trace, cleaning it up, and returning to it as before." Several spells were performed skillfully and smoothly, and the wreckage of the frogs scattered in the classroom disappeared without a trace, all the tables and chairs were as bright as new, and the ceiling restored its white skin tone.

Alan did not be kind, but showed mercy. He felt pity for Felch, the administrator who was a squin and had a severe cold. What's more, cleaning these things was just a small task for Alan and it could be done in an instant. For Felch, he might have to endure the pain of the disease and be busy for a whole morning to remove all the stains.

Alan was very puzzled about hiring a squib to be the administrator of Hogwarts. For Felch, he had no magic, but he had to watch the little wizards grow up; he had to work hard and spend a lot of energy on things that could be accomplished with a spell. How could he be balanced in his heart? How could he not have malicious intentions towards the little wizards!

Perhaps no wizard is willing to do such trivial things! The salary is not high, the troublesome, unpopular with students, and the sense of accomplishment is low... This job is indeed not attractive to wizards.

"What a good curse! Such behavior is very worthy of praise!" A voice came, and Allen looked back and saw Nick, who was almost headless. His long curly hair was covered with a fashionable, feather-clad hat, and a knee-length tunic with a wrinkled collar, covering up the fact that his neck was almost completely cut. He floated in front of Allen like a wisp of smoke.

"You look very nervous!" Allen saw Nick's state of anxiety at a glance.

"Yes, I'm waiting for a very important reply." Nick said seriously.

Allen guessed what he was waiting for at once, but he wisely did not ask. How great is Nick's hope now, how great will he be when he receives the letter!

But obviously, Nick urgently needed to find someone to share his feelings, even if he was facing a Ravenclaw. "It's the headless hunter team! I applied to them and I can almost receive their reply today!"

"Improve that, you were already a jazz before you were alive. Why do you care so much about the position of a headless hunter? Sir Patrick Podmo?" Allen knew that Nick could not become a member of the headless hunter team, but he was very curious. Why did Nick care about a juggling team like this? He was a jazz before he was alive!

"Well, how do you say it? The experiences and honors of life have turned into the past clouds and mists. The fame and fortune you get have no effect on your death. For ghosts, a long life can only see people enjoying food, enjoying life, watching others create the world and changing the world, but we can't touch anything and do nothing. This is very boring and depressed." There is no sadness in Nick's statement. Perhaps the long life has made him see this very clearly.

"But like the headless hunters, they often hold some interesting activities, such as participating in horseback juggling and overhead polo. They can also attend banquets organized by various ghosts, and everyone is proud to invite them to participate." Speaking of his favorite headless hunters, Allen felt that Nick's transparent eyes were shining.

At this moment, a transparent owl flew into the underground classroom, holding a transparent letter in his mouth. Alan really gained insight. It turned out that animals could also turn into ghosts! The letters used for communication between ghosts were actually transparent!

However, Allen, who guessed the content of the letter, was unwilling to stay any longer. It was a sad thing to see other people's hopes broken, and Allen was unwilling to see Nick's loss of composure. Allen believed that Nick needed a quiet space to organize his emotions.

"Sir Patrick Podmore, I have something else to do, so I'll say goodbye to you!" Allen said goodbye politely.

Nick's mind was completely occupied by this transparent letter, and he waved his hand and allowed Allen to leave.

Alan left the dark underground classroom, and it was still raining outside. Although it was not as rapid as in the morning, he left many young wizards indoors.

On the first floor of the castle, when passing by Filch's office, the door to Filch's office suddenly opened. The four Gryffindor third-year students left with an unbelievable look of joy, and an owl flew out.

It seems that Mr. Filch also received a letter that made him very happy. Otherwise, how could these Gryffindors who had just made him furious have been let go so easily!

In the evening, Harry came to find Allen and invited him to attend the almost headless Nick's death party. Allen felt that he was very kind, but Harry was simply too kind!

"Harry, there will be a Halloween banquet that day! I heard Professor Flitvie say that Professor Dumbledore booked a skeleton dance troupe to cheer everyone up. I am absolutely not interested in attending the ghost's death party." He directly rejected Harry, and Allen felt that his decision to not stay in front of Nick for a long time before was very wise!

Harry also told Allen the content of the letter Filch received today. In the evening, Harry stained the castle and was arrested by Filch and was locked up in the office and found that Filch was writing a reply, and he was signing up for the correspondence course for quick chanting.

Allen said that for Squid, it is probably useless for any correspondence course.
Chapter completed!