With this one there were only five challenges left to go. Which was...still a lot. An annoying lot. Upon entering the next room Michel's eyes widened a little in surprise as the man in charge of the challenge spoke up. Bonjour? The man was French? Somehow this comforted him a little. This challenge could not be as bad as the last ones. Why, he did not know, but the man was French after all.

...that was until it became clear which department he worked for. Oh no, Magical Creatures? Did they have to work with Blast-Ended Skrewts? Hopefully not...though a few moments later Michel hoped that they would have had to work with Blast-Ended Skrewts. Ghosts? Poltergeists? This highly suggested dark, scary castles and/or corridors. Shudder.

...and it did. "Lumos Maxima!" The 29 year old muttered, anxiety clearly obvious in his voice as he entered the barely lit corridor. Involuntarily shivering he moved forward hesitantly, swearing under his breath once again. Why did he have to bear something like that? For the Minister, yes, thank you very much. He gripped his wand tightly as he took another few steps forward. The reward for this better be good...

As his eyes fell on something glowing in the dark Michel stopped dead in his tracks...was it-? Though, upon taking a closer look he recognized it as a sticky, shiny substance which did not exactly look as if it was any good to step on it. Well, at least it wasn't a ghost...

He carefully moved around the shiny patch on the floor, anxiously glancing over his shoulder in case there was something there which would attack him from behind. All of a sudden Michel whirled around, his eyes wide with fear. What was that?! Though, as he moved the beam of light erupting from his wand behind him, he could not see anything which could be any danger to him. Without turning around he slowly took another step forward - cold sweat on his forehead - and was just about to turn his head back when...

SMACK!

...he landed face-first on the floor. A red stream of light shot out of his wand automatically as he sent a Stunner at whatever had made him trip. His heart was beating so hard that he feared it would jump out of his chest. What was going on?! After a few minutes of simply lying there on the floor as if paralyzed the 29 year old slowly raised his head to look ahead, to face whatever was attacking him. To face...err...nothing? He frowned at the nothingness ahead of him as he quickly got up off the floor. What the hell?!

He hugged himself, shivering, and carefully moved on. Hopefully this corridor ended soon...hopefully this challenge ended soon. Hopefully- "Arrgh!" A number of French swear-words escaped his mouth as he automatically ducked and sent a spell at the approaching object. As it blew up before him he noticed another one coming at him...another tennis ball? It was only then that he saw a woman...a scary woman who was apparently throwing the tennis balls at him. It was a Poltergeist. He KNEW it was a Poltergeist. To SAY it was a Poltergeist was something totally different though. It was as if he could not get his mouth to form words anymore.

Michel stared at the Poltergeist in shock, subconsciously blowing up the tennis balls without his eyes ever leaving the woman. "I-it-it's a-a-a-a Polter-a Poltergeist." He finally stuttered, another shiver running down his spine. Could he leave now? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?