With a "puff", a ball of mud went around the students blocking its way at a tricky angle and hit the marble slab in front of Filch.
Administrator Filch was staring at the mud in front of him. His expression suddenly turned ugly, and there was an aura of "keep away from outsiders" around him.
Albert and Lee Jordan also noticed the changes in the corridor, stopped, and looked towards the source of the low pressure with other students.
Filch turned his head stiffly in the direction where the mud ball came from, only to find another mud ball as big as a thumb flying towards him.
Filch quickly dodged to the side, his eyes lingering on the place where he had just stood for a moment, then he suddenly pushed through the crowd in the corridor and chased in the direction where the mud ball came from.
The determination to not give up until the culprit was caught made the surrounding students look at Filch's back in surprise, and several students even prepared to follow behind to watch the fun.
The other students were guessing who had thrown the mud ball at Filch.
In the opposite direction of where Filch was chasing the prisoner, the twins appeared around the corner and waved to Albert and the others with happy smiles on their faces.
"How's it going." Fred and George just emerged from a nearby secret passage, and Albert raised his index finger in a quiet gesture.
That's right, it was the Weasley brothers who threw mud balls at Filch just now. They borrowed the winged slingshot that Albert found in the Room of Requirement, and the mud balls they used were mud mixed with moonbeast feces that they had just got from the Herbology class.
Of course, the twins were not aiming at Filch, but at the marble slab beneath his feet, but anyone watching would have thought the mudball was meant for Filch.
Now, the furious Filch chased after them, but found nothing. He didn't know if someone had suffered an inexplicable disaster.
After returning to the lounge, they immediately took a hot shower. When they changed their clothes and came down, they heard others talking about Filch. The administrator was frantically looking for the culprit.
"Great, really great!" Fred's smile grew even brighter, as if nothing could make him happier than watching Filch get humiliated.
"Eat quietly." Albert glanced at them, looked up and nodded at Filch in the corner of the hall to remind them.
Albert didn't eat much for lunch, as there would be a big Halloween party in the evening.
However, Filch's matter still made them spend the whole afternoon happily.
Professor Broad, who taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, knew that no one was paying attention in class, so he spent the entire afternoon telling everyone interesting stories.
For example, in the mid-fifteenth century, a minor earl was preparing to duel with a child who was suspected to be a witch. He rode a warhorse with a lance, ready to stab the boy to death with one shot. As a result, he ran headfirst into an iron armor spell barrier released by a witch, suffering fractures all over his body and severe brain damage, and eventually became a mentally retarded earl.
This story immediately piqued everyone's interest in the Armor Spell, but the professor said that this spell would only be learned in senior years, which disappointed most people.
"Is it difficult? By the way, doesn't Albert know this spell?" Li Jordan muttered doubtfully. His voice was not loud, but many people heard it, which brought Albert a lot of suspicious looks.
Albert just smiled, neither admitting nor denying. Anyway, you can guess for yourself!
The Halloween party in the evening quickly dispelled everyone's regrets. When they walked into the hall, they were immediately attracted by the Halloween decorations in the auditorium.
The twelve huge pumpkins in the vegetable garden behind Hagrid's hut were carved into large lanterns, which could even seat two or three students.
A flock of bats flew to and fro over the enchanted ceiling, and occasionally circled over the dining table, causing the flame of the candle in the little pumpkin to flicker.
Before the banquet began, Dumbledore first invited the famous witch singer Celestina Warbeck to perform a song "Children, Hit Back the Bludgers and Throw Out the Quaffles" for everyone.
Albert, who was sitting at the table, was confused as he listened. He had no appreciation for the songs of that era. Although he felt that the witch singer's voice had a unique appeal, he could not be on the same channel as others anyway.
While everyone was having fun, I was sitting alone in my seat, confused and feeling very embarrassed.
Shanna, who was sitting across the table from him, was in a similar situation and was also confused.
Fortunately, the song did not last too long, and finally, amid the enthusiastic applause of the crowd, the witch singer and his assistants temporarily left the stage.
"Why don't you react? Don't you like Celestina Warbeck's music?"
"Very infectious music." Albert carefully organized his limited vocabulary. In fact, he wanted to ask if you were crazy just now, but after thinking it over again and again, he swallowed the words back into his stomach to avoid being overwhelmed by the unknown object called fans.
"Right, Shanna." He looked at the witch opposite.
"Very wonderful music." Sana, who also came from the Muggle world, could not appreciate this style of music. In response to Albert's question, she just forced a smile.
"You don't seem to like Celestina Warbeck's music." Angelina's eyes flashed with a cunning light.
"Well, that's not the case. I just... don't listen to music often." Albert answered vaguely after swallowing the cut beef. "By the way, I thought you were also immersed in this wonderful music, but I didn't expect..."
"Cough cough!" Angelina coughed dryly and quickly buried her head in eating. Alia next to her shook her head slightly.
"My whole family are fans of Warbeck, and we like to play her songs at home during festivals." Fred said vaguely while stuffing a chicken drumstick into his mouth.
"Yes." George agreed, "I heard that there is a female ghost in Celestina Warbeck's team, and they often perform together. I wonder if I can see that female ghost here."
"Female ghost?"
This topic quickly aroused everyone's interest.
"Are you sure it's a female ghost?" Albert raised his eyebrows and asked, "A female ghost is a dark creature. It is said that hearing her cry is fatal."
"Celestina Warbeck is the most popular singer in the UK and is said to have graduated from Hogwarts." Lee Jordan said, "However, the rumor about the female ghost is true. My mother likes the song sung with the female ghost very much."
"How do you know?" Sana asked curiously, "Besides, her female ghost companion didn't appear here today?"
"Principal Dumbledore would definitely not allow a female ghost to appear in Hogwarts, as that would scare many timid students." Albert recalled the introduction of the female ghost in "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense". "The female ghost had long black hair that dragged to the ground, a face like a skull, and green light in her eyes."
"Is it that something?"
Suddenly, someone asked a question.
"What does it look like?"
"In the stands..."
Albert turned his head to look at the stage, and his expression froze instantly. The fried potatoes in his hand slipped from his hand before he put them into his mouth, and fell onto the plate with a clink, along with the fork.
That’s right, the thing on the stage was exactly the same as what Albert had just described.
She has black hair that drags on the ground, a face like a skull, and green light in her eyes. Yes, it's a female ghost.
She opened her mouth wide, and suddenly, a strange scream echoed in the auditorium.
At the moment the scream sounded, the musical accompaniment also sounded, and the two sounds were cleverly mixed together. Celestina Warbeck, the already elderly witch singer, was holding a very long golden microphone and began to sing in ecstasy.
To use Albert's words, this person is singing with her life. However, the ghost's scream is not as sharp and piercing as the legend says. Instead, it is successfully integrated into the soundtrack and becomes part of the whole song.
However, the most admirable one was the dancer who danced with the female ghost. Albert doubted how she overcame the psychological pressure brought by the female ghost.
After the song ended, even Albert couldn't help but applaud along with everyone else. It wasn't because he understood the song, but because he admired the guys on the stage for being able to use the accompaniment to cover up the ghost girl's screams and create such a wonderful song.
Celestina Warbeck's third song was performed at the end of the All Saints' Banquet. After everyone learned the name of the song plus "You stole my pot, but you can't have my heart", it attracted a very enthusiastic response, and the applause almost blew the roof off.
"Is this song famous?" Albert asked doubtfully.
“Very famous.”
"My mom always wanted to go to her live concerts, but the tickets were always sold out at the start (the price of her concert tickets often skyrocketed on the black market). It is said that when Celestina Warbeck first released "You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Have My Heart", fans rushed to the concert desperately, causing the collision of three broomsticks," Fred explained.
"Oh." Albert just said "oh" lightly. Since he is not a fan of celebrities, he doesn't care much about this. Of course, Albert was very curious about the charm of this song, so he pricked up his ears and listened carefully:
You think you're a good wizard, you conquered me with your spell
But guess what, Mr. Wizard, you don't really know me
You think you're smart, but you're actually a liar
…
You stole my pot
and the toad in the pond
Crystal bottle of memory
…
You stole my pot, but you can't have my heart!
(Her heart!)
After the song ended, Albert was still confused.
To be honest, the song was not very good, or maybe it was the style of the magic world, and he could not appreciate it after all. Moreover, without the female ghost soundtrack, this song was even worse than the previous one. At that moment, Albert felt that he could no longer face the aesthetics of the magic world.
Seeing that several people around him were clapping vigorously, Albert also pretended to clap. He heard shouts for another song. However, this brief chaos was quickly calmed down by Dumbledore.
Celestina Warbeck left, leaving Hogwarts with her team and the ghost.
The Halloween party ended with regrets, and Albert followed the surging crowd back to the Gryffindor common room.
Along the way, he heard many people talking about the topic of female ghosts.
"How many people do you think will have nightmares today?" Mark put his arm around Albert's shoulders and asked with a smile.
"I don't know. But I think it's a wonderful and bold idea, isn't it?" Albert didn't care about Mark's joke, waved at Mario and the others and said, "I think when they set up the circus, they can invite Peeves to join."
"What a great idea." Mark smiled and blinked. "By the way, you haven't come to training for a long time."
"Isn't this because I'm busy?" Albert was surprised at the way Mark changed the subject. "I never finish my homework, and I need to attend the Transfiguration Club every week."
"Charlie wants you to take over his position as Seeker." Mark said bluntly, "To be honest, there really isn't anyone in Gryffindor who can take over this position."
“Ahem, maybe next year or the year after, a more powerful person will appear.” Albert noticed Mark’s expression of “Do you believe it yourself?” and said helplessly, “Well, if there is really no suitable one… we’ll talk about it then.”
"You're very suitable to be a seeker." Charlie appeared from nowhere and patted Albert's shoulder with a smile.
Everyone is optimistic about Albert. In fact, during a friendly Quidditch match, Albert actually caught the Golden Snitch before Charlie, which made Charlie think that Albert was very suitable to be his successor.
After all, in Quidditch games, the Seeker is very important and almost determines the outcome of a game.
"You know, I play Quidditch purely for fun." Albert, who was sandwiched between the two, looked helpless.
"Playing Quidditch won't prevent you from becoming an excellent wizard. When Professor McGonagall was young, she was also an excellent seeker. Look, she is better than anyone else in Transfiguration. You are her favorite student, so how can you not play Quidditch?"
Yes, Albert is Professor McGonagall's favorite student, at least some people think so.
Although Albert was very happy to hear Charlie and others say that, he actually understood why Charlie and others cared so much about this matter.
There's no way around it, Gryffindor hasn't won the Quidditch championship in years.
Albert actually didn't care too much about this matter, because after Charlie graduated, there would still be Harry Potter to take over, and Potter would naturally take over the position of the seeker.
That's right, please call him: Harry Potter, the savior of the world.
Although in Albert's eyes, he was just a scapegoat.
"Ah!" Albert sat on the edge of the bed, covered a yawn with his hand, picked up the pillow next to him and sucked on the Weasley brothers who were tap dancing and singing out of tune in the dormitory.
Merlin's beard, is this the legendary aftereffect of attending a concert
In fact, it’s no wonder that the two were excited. It is a very rare thing to be able to hear Celestina Warbeck’s concert live.
"By the way, shall we go for a night tour?" George suggested.
“Maybe some other time. Throw me the pillow.” Albert raised his hand to take the pillow that Fred threw over. He suppressed a yawn and lay back in bed. It was easy to feel sleepy after eating.