HP Magic Biography

Hey, Nick! Fan Lin greeted enthusiastically, seeing this guy who has been with Gryffindor since the fifteenth century and stayed here all day came out of the dining table,

Actually, I think you came out a little early... Fan Lin said, looking at the empty table in front of him, Dumbledore hadn't announced the start of the banquet, and naturally, those house elves would not make their own claims.

Oh, so... Sir Nicholas seemed very happy, But it's nothing, welcome back!

Oh, thank you, Sir Nicholas! Fan Lin said, these Hogwarts ghosts are still very loving, except for a few, such as Myrtle, or Peeves...

Even Bloody Barrow's feelings for Hogwarts cannot be changed.

Seeing that Nick was about to float away to find other ghosts, but immediately, Nick was stopped by Harry.

Wait a minute, Nick, I have something to ask you. Harry said suddenly, and Nick looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

I mean, there's something I want to...

Oh, glad to help, Harry Potter! Nick bent, and his head fell off his neck, but there was still a piece of flesh attached to his head.

Hey Nick, come on... Ron said, we're going to dinner...

I have some questions, Nick! Harry interrupted, and suddenly Nick looked at him, his eyes were like dead fish, in fact, as a ghost, you can't expect a lively and warm performance from a ghost .

Look at Professor Binns, that's a typical example, and as for Myrtle, she's going to be so skinny just because she died a short time ago...

I know it's about you... said Harry, suddenly finding it difficult to express. I know you're dead. But you're still around, aren't you?

Nick sighed, staring at Harry.

For a moment, no matter who it was, all eyes were on Harry.

That's right, isn't it? Harry asked, staring. You're dead, but I can still talk to you, and you can walk around Hogwarts and through anything, can't you?

Yes, Nick said softly, I can walk and talk . . . but . . .

Fan Lin looked at Harry a little strangely,

He didn't quite understand why Harry would suddenly ask about this, about death...

So you're back, right? said Harry eagerly. Can come back, right? All the ghosts. They're not totally gone. Huh?

Harry added, seeing that Nick was silent. Nick hesitated, then said, Not all of us come back as ghosts.

What do you mean? Harry asked quickly. Only, only wizards.

Oh, Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled, Then, that's good, so no matter which wizard it is, it can...

Nick turned and looked at Harry sadly.

No, that's not the case. You don't understand...you don't understand the world after death, so...most people will choose to leave, which means they really leave!

What do you mean, 'gone'? Harry asked quickly, Where? Listen - what the hell happened when you died? Where did you go? Why didn't everyone come back? Why didn't this place Aren't they all ghosts? Why...

I can't answer that, Nick said.

Aren't you dead? Harry said impatiently, Who can answer this question better than you?

I'm afraid of dying, Nick said softly. I choose to stay behind. I sometimes wonder if I should. Not here and not there, actually, I'm neither here nor there. He smiled wryly With a sound. I don't know the secret of death, Harry, I chose to imitate a weak life. I believe that the Ministry of Magic is studying this issue-

Don't mention that place to me! Harry snapped.

I'm sorry I can't help you, Nick said softly, So, well, excuse me, dinner, you know.

Immediately, Nick floated away without looking back.

What's the matter with you, Harry? Hermione asked. Why are you asking that, and no one...

It's nothing... Harry lowered his head a little dejectedly, and I went out to take a look around.

Turn around? But the banquet...

Let him go, it'll be fine... Fan Lin said, pulling Hermione.

Harry left the hall without looking back, turned a corner, and looked into the distance through the window, which made him a little dazed...

He turned the corner and walked towards the fat lady, when he suddenly noticed a person in front of him nailing something to the wall.

Harry looked up and saw it was Luna.

It was too late to dodge now, she heard his footsteps, and Harry had no energy left to dodge anyone.

Hello, Luna lisps, looking him over and coming over.

Why don't you go to the dinner party? Harry asked.

Well, a lot of my stuff is gone, Luna said calmly, you know they always hide my stuff, but today is the last day I'm going to find them all, so I'm done marked.

She pointed to the clipboard on the wall, on which was pinned a list of her lost items and clothes, and requests for their return. Harry had a strange feeling; neither anger nor sadness, although it had been since he knew of his connection to Voldemort. But after a while he realized that it was sympathy for Luna.

Why are they hiding your stuff? Harry asked, frowning.

Oh, she shrugged, I think they think I'm kind of eccentric, you know. Some people actually call me a crazy girl.

Harry looked at her, the sympathy growing stronger.

There's no reason for them to take your stuff, he said feebly, do you need me to find it for you?

Oh no, she said with a smile. They'll bring it back, as it always does in the end. Except I'm packing tonight. By the way, why aren't you at the dinner party?

Harry shrugged, Just don't want to participate.

No, Luna said, looking at him with her foggy bulging eyes, I don't think you're... you're conflicted, and it looks like the Ministry of Magic is bothering you.

Harry nodded, realizing that for some reason he didn't mind Luna bringing up the Ministry of Magic. He remembered that he could see those strange horses too.

Did you, he said, I mean, did you see anyone die?

Yes, Luna said simply, my mother. She was a wonderful witch, she liked to experiment, and one day her spell failed. I was nine years old.

I'm sorry, Harry murmured.

It was pretty scary, Luna went on, and I still feel bad sometimes. But I still have my dad. And anyway, I've seen my mom, haven't I?

Er - is it? said Harry uncertainly. She shook her head in disbelief.

Oh, come on. Didn't you hear it all? Right behind the curtain.

you mean-

In the Department of Mysteries room...they're all there, just out of sight. You heard it all. They looked at each other.

Luna smiled slightly. Harry didn't know what to say, what to think; Luna believed in incredible things, and of course he did hear voices behind the curtain.

Sure you don't need me to help you find something? he asked.

Oh no, said Luna, I think I'll go down and have some puddings and come back and wait until they all show up, and that's how it ends up. Happy summer, Harry, then!