Hogwarts Melon Eater

Anna swallowed, and it was not difficult to guess that the figure in front of her who seemed to have slipped out of a history book was the ghost of Gryffindor, 'Nick, who was almost headless. '

Because he was too sad, his head was shaken by the violent movement, but fortunately there was still a piece of skin attached, so that his head did not fall to the ground.

Anna didn't know who the woman in the painting was, but she just had a letter asking herself to hand over the painting to Nick, "Sir, are you 'Nick with almost headless'?"

"I'm Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington, to be exact," Nick put his head back, "but yes, everyone calls me 'Nick Headless,' even though I I don't really like that name."

Anna moved the painting to the front so that Nick could see it clearly.

In the painting, the corners of the woman's mouth seem to be slightly raised, but there doesn't seem to be any change. Generally speaking, this is a portrait of a beauty that is too ordinary to be ordinary.

Nick's tears couldn't be stopped at all, like Myrtle's upper body, "Is this painting a curse that makes the ghost cry?" Nick turned his eyes away.

There probably won't be such an inexplicable curse.

Anna coughed, "I don't know who the woman in the painting is, but someone wrote a letter asking me to hand over the painting to you." Anna paused for a moment, "and I don't know who wrote the letter."

"For me?" Nick cried and circled around the painting, he stopped suddenly and stared into the eyes of the woman in the painting, "For me? If you want me to say, I really can't remember what I have in mind. My friend will give me such a painting..."

"Some friends just like to surprise others," Anna shrugged. "Sir Nicholas, where do you want to hang this picture?"

Nick looked at Anna carefully, 'Sir Nicholas', a little wizard hasn't called himself that for a long time.

He stared at the painting for a moment and finally stopped his tears, "It's obviously a portrait of an unfamiliar woman...but it feels very familiar to me...If it's not troublesome, little wizard, please hang it next to my portrait. "

[Stranger Woman: Strong resentment, unwillingness, and unfinished business, wizards with magical power can choose to remain in the world in the form of ghosts when they die. Some ghosts remember why they stayed, and some ghosts unfortunately forget... At this time, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Popington frowned at the portrait of the woman in front of him. Who was she? Why is it so unfamiliar yet so familiar?

Condition: Sir Nicholas remembers the identity of the woman in the painting; quest reward: The reputation of the melon eater increases]

Anna lifted the hanging painting with one hand, "No problem, Sir, where is your portrait?"

"Thank you so much, little wizard," Sir Nicholas smiled. "It's so kind!"

"Just call me Anna," Anna smiled back.

Sir Nicholas and Anna walked out of the Ravenclaw lounge, and the eagle-shaped bronze door knocker made a 'cut' as the door closed.

'Let's go, let's go...' the door knocker whispered softly.

"Huh?" Sir Nicholas floated to the door knocker, leaned in and listened carefully, but couldn't hear anything. "Did it make a noise just now?"

Anna glanced at the bronze door knocker, and her smile grew brighter, "Maybe you heard it wrong, sir, how do we go?"

"Come with me Ana, come this way," Nick floated ahead to lead the way, "My portrait is in the Gryffindor lounge."

Very good, Anna nodded secretly, she was able to visit two other college lounges in one day, "Can I go in, Sir?"

"Of course you can go in!" Nick turned his head 180 degrees to look at Anna, "Gryffindor's lounge has not prohibited entry of young wizards from other academies, it's just that there are fewer young wizards from Slytherin Academy."

The atmosphere was a little quiet, and Anna took the initiative to bring up the topic, "Sir, do you really not know the woman in the painting?"

Nick scratched his head, this time he didn't turn his head, "I really don't know... Maybe some noble lady who passed me by? No way... I should remember it very well..." He himself lost in thought.

"Your friend? Lover? Family?" Anna suggested several possibilities.

Nick turned his head again with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "I'm still single, and I don't have such a beautiful friend in my memory..."

Impossible, Anna frowned slightly. According to the mission prompt, this person should be very important to Nick, but it seems that Nick can't remember for a while.

"Sir, I'm asking a rude question. Do you still remember how... how did you become a ghost? Was there any noble lady who impressed you at that time?" Anna tried.

Nick pondered for a while, "Um... You mean Ms. Greve?"

"Ms. Greve!" Anna shook the painting in her hand, "Is this Ms. Greve?"

"Hahahaha..." Nick laughed loudly, "If Griff looked like this, then I wouldn't be a ghost—of course not!"

"Griff has rotten teeth and looks cynical all day long, jealous of all beautiful women," Nick floated over and stroked the woman in the picture with a smile, "It can't be so beautiful."

"I did a little magic on Lady Greve's rotten fangs and turned them into fangs, and then I was pulled over to beheaded by terrified Muggles."

It seems that beheading is an ordinary thing, Nick can calmly tell that it may be five hundred years that he has forgotten his hatred, and he shrugs, "Now Griff's fangs may be in the Muggle Museum. Well, my magic is still quite powerful, and it can last for such a long time..."

Nick raised his head and seemed a little proud.

It seemed that the woman in the painting was not Greve, and Anna felt a little curious, "You made Ms. Greve's teeth bad, why don't you want to run away? Are you still waiting for the Muggles to arrest you?"

Nick was stunned, yes, why? Obviously he can change shape, why not run away?

"I don't know either," he said.

Damn, why doesn't this ghost know anything? Anna sighed. Could it be that his memories quietly drifted away at the moment when his head was cut off?

"The only thing I can recall seems to be a sense of relief..." Nick pinched the bridge of his nose, "I remember that I seem to have achieved my mission? There is no reason to continue..."

"You committed suicide?" Impossible, how could suicide choose to become a ghost?

"I don't know," Nick showed a helpless smile. "No one has heard me say this for 500 years. I almost forgot."

One person and one ghost stood in front of the fat lady's hanging screen.

The cute fat lady put her hands together and sang to a round bird again. She really loves to sing, with a satisfied smile on her face, as if music is the most beautiful in the world s things.

"Mrs. Fat!" Nick swayed in front of Mrs. Fat's hanging screen, "Please open the door!"

The fat lady ignored him and continued to sing.

Nick and Anna looked at each other, "Cough," he coughed and continued to disturb the fat lady, "Madam! The beautiful fat lady! Please stop your beautiful singing!"

"Why are you so beautiful and singing so well?"

The fat lady was out of tune one after another.

"Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington!" said the fat lady who couldn't bear it, akimbo, "remember! You are a ghost! You can go through the wall smoothly and smoothly! Why bother a poor singing Family?!"

"Uh... Mrs. Fat, I hope to let this little wizard, Anna, enter the lounge..."

"No!" The fat lady refused firmly at first, but after a second she felt that there was a problem with her attitude. Seeing that Anna was just a harmless girl, she slowed down, "Well... I mean, what's the matter with you going in? ?"

Anna picked up the painting in her hand carelessly, "Sir wants me to hang this painting next to his painting."

The fat lady looked at Nick in confusion, Nick nodded, "Yes."

The fat lady sighed and turned to Anna again, "I remembered that I saw you, little wizard, last time you walked with Headmaster Dumbledore."

She seemed to be thinking of something, and she warned anxiously, "Don't mess around with Sir in the lounge, or I'll tell the headmaster..."

Anna nodded obediently, "Of course ma'am, I'm just going to hang a painting."

The fat lady nodded, snapped her fingers, and slowly opened the painting.

"Welcome to the Gryffindor lounge."