Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 64 The Noon of Halloween
Pushing open the door of the office, Ash saw Binns in a gray and white dress, standing in front of the mirror, fiddling with a bow tie.

"Good morning, Embers." Binns turned his head and greeted, "I already have a clue about the slate you gave me."

Ash nodded slightly. He didn't expect Binns to be so fast. Ash really had no idea about the slate from Som's vault, so he handed the slate to Binns. As a professional, Professor Binns naturally I am very interested in this old slate.

"It has been confirmed that this stone comes from the Edinburgh area..." Binns said as he put on his bow tie.

"Edinburgh?" Ash's geography is not very good, and these contents have the least proportion in the knowledge bestowed by the gods.

"Hmm." Binns' voice was hoarse, sounding like a broken piano, "Scotland..."

Ash nodded knowingly, "How are you getting ready?" He walked to Binns and looked at himself through the mirror.

"It's okay..." Binns shook his head helplessly, "You will be my master in a while?"

Ash smiled and didn't say anything more. He patted Phil on the shoulder, "Are we going there during the dinner?"

"Aren't you hungry for dinner?" asked Binns, who had already dressed himself, a ghost suit, a long tuxedo with a small white flower on it, an off-white tie and a monocle. Glasses make him look polite...

Of course, this is throwing away a head of blood that he deliberately smeared to fit the theme of Halloween.

"I had something in the morning." Ash said casually, since he didn't need to eat anyway, "Let's wait until the dinner party."

I didn't like Dumbledore's arrangement very much, so I might as well wait until the latest to show up... It just so happens that I can chat with Binns casually, and there is still a lot to be gained from chatting with this knowledgeable old ghost.

"Where are your clothes?" Binns asked. He glanced at Ash's small package on the ground. "Miss Florent's arrangements are pretty good, right?"

Ash nodded, then pulled up a chair and sat down.

Binns wiped his glasses, "It seems that you still prefer to discuss academic things."

He could see that Ash didn't seem to want to talk about Halloween. Coincidentally, Binns didn't like it very much either. He didn't know how many times he had attended Halloween. Although this was the weirdest one, he still couldn't bring it up. big interest.

If it wasn't for Dumbledore...he shook his head, and started talking to Ash helplessly.

The topics of the two were basically related to history. After more than a month of mending, Ash was much better than just listening. He and Binns chatted casually, as if he was also a professor of the history of magic.

Of course, Ash consciously directed the topic to Scotland and the slate, so that he could also accumulate more research experience.

"The lines on that slate look like some kind of plant," Binns said. "Looks like a tree? Or a flower."

"But I've never seen this kind of flower," Binns explained, taking out his notebook and flipping through the last few pages. "At first I thought it was a rose, and then it felt like a rose..."

"But they're not." Of course Ash could recognize those kinds of flowers.

"So I suspect that this flower is either fictional or extinct." Binns said his thoughts, "But according to the grain of the stone slab, it can be determined that it was more than 100 years ago."

"The Victorian era." Ash nodded clearly, "Will Anna know what it is?" He had forgotten about the painting, so he should ask this Victorian native.

"I don't know, you should ask Ms. Florent." Binns closed his notebook. "To put it bluntly, she is a living dictionary, or a living history book."

Ash decided in his heart to go to Anna to look at the slate when he went back. It would be good to get more research clues.

Before they knew it, the two had chatted until the afternoon, and Ash walked to the window. The curtains in Binns' office were closed all year round, but through the thick curtains, Ash could also feel the warmth.

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time, "It's already four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Then get ready, Viscount Embers." Binns made a rare joke. Although it was only average, Ash still smiled lightly.

He took off the robe on his body, and hung the black robe that he had worn for a month on the back of the chair.

"I used to like Halloween too," Binns said offhandedly. "I was young, and a few of my friends and I looked forward to Halloween the most besides Christmas."

Ash nodded, and then took out a dress embroidered with intricate patterns from the bag.

"We'll dress up to scare those timid Hufflepuffs..." Binns leaned back on the chair, shaking the recliner, "I was still a Ravenclaw prefect..."

Ash put on the red and black dress, and the huge white collar was neatly worn by him.

"We met a few times after we became ghosts." Binns seemed quite nostalgic. "We got together to talk about history, the past, and the present."

"It's a wonderful time." Ashe said, he lifted up the slender black trousers, flicked his wand, and fastened the buttons of the cuffs and trousers.

"Yes, yes." Binns nodded. Although he is a ghost, he also has something in common with old people, that is, nostalgia. He always has nothing to do and tells Ash about his past, which makes Ash always I want to say a few words.

But because of the darkness, physical experiments, and hairy monsters in the story, Ash didn't have a chance to talk about these weird things.

"But after a long time, they either went to see Merlin, or left Europe... because of Grindelwald." Binns coughed twice, then looked at Ash's busy face, "You don't look like a vampire... ..." He was referring to Ash still wearing those black sunglasses.

"How about this?" Ash took off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes with dark circles, reflected on his slightly pale cheeks, looking quite decadent.

"It looks like a Gryffindor who stays up late at night." Binns gave his own evaluation.

Ash smiled, then took out the pointed dentures and put them on, "How about this?" He smiled and showed half of his fangs.

"Like a Gryffindor who graduated and didn't work." Binns said and floated to Ash's side, "You should wash your face, I don't know how long you haven't slept... Can you stay up late than a ghost?"

Ash washed his face with "clear water like a spring" like a stream, and wiped his face to make himself look refreshed.

Facing the mirror, Ash was able to take a better look at his own attire.

A black and red aristocratic dress, the white lining set off the coquettishness of the dress, red lines like blood go up along the edge, leaving some bloodstains as they swirl, red blood drops are dripping on the white collar flower, and the delicate waist pinned The short dagger is inlaid with a blood-red gem [glass].

On the neckline is a well-proportioned chin. Ash is considered a thin person. After all, he doesn't have the muscles to wield a long sword and staff. Ash's pale complexion was developed in Rodland's dark zone... He doesn't need anything Cosmetics can create the good skin that a vampire girl dreams of.

The not-short black hair is slightly curled up, and the neat hair has been slightly shoulder-length after a long time of unmanagement, and the deep black eyes are surrounded by obvious dark circles.

Obviously, this vampire seems to like to stay up late playing games...

"It's okay." Ash said casually, he didn't care much about his appearance, he put on white gloves, then flicked his wand casually, and put the two small pumpkin heads in the bag on both shoulders.

After he was dressed, Ash put the sunglasses into his clothes, and looked at Phil, who was still struggling with the bat clothes, and smiled.

With a light wave of the wand, Phil put on the bat suit. This special black bat suit only exposed Phil's eyes and mouth, and even the wings fit Phil's wings perfectly.

Without the brown face, it looks like a bat... just not very scary...

"We look more like aristocrats invited to a festival." Binns said casually, and Ash looked at the "three" in the mirror, and he could more and more think of the few knights he had the honor to meet in Arnoel Londe.

Rhodean had never worn it like this before... Ash suddenly thought of this carefree friend, and wondered if Elizabeth gave her the key...

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