"Hey, handsome, which house are you in?"
"Hmm, you must be in Slytherin. I can tell."
"Ooh, you have abs."
Professor McGonagall looked up at the hole that went straight through Hogwarts' thousand-year-old castle, then at the man Moaning Myrtle was teasing and harassing.
Could someone tell her whether Old Zhang from the Ta Lo Magic Vocational and Technical College was right after all? Were she and Hogwarts simply incompatible?
Professor McGonagall felt a headache coming on and remained deeply wary.
Loki wasn't having a good time either. Heimdall had just transported him to Midgard.
Something had drawn him in, sending him off course as he entered the atmosphere, and he had fallen into Hogwarts.
Loki didn't know Hogwarts, but the ghost had given him quite a fright.
Moaning Myrtle's cold hands roamed over Loki's body.
Although he couldn't feel her touch, the sensation of a ghost passing through his body was far from pleasant.
Loki struggled to his feet.
Only then did he realize he was in a bathroom.
His face darkened.
The great God of Mischief had actually fallen into a toilet.
If word got out, Thor would probably be laughing about it for centuries.
"Where am I?"
He had barely asked the question.
Then he saw Professor McGonagall raise her wand. Loki laughed in fury. "Do you know who you're pointing that weapon at?"
No sooner had he spoken than he noticed a ring of people around him.
The four House Heads, along with Howlett, who hadn't gone traveling.
Six wands pointed at Loki in unison.
Even Loki couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
"Minerva, who is he?"
A dark glint flashed in Snape's eyes as he arrived behind the others.
Only he and John knew where this place led.
Landing in the bathroom by such a