[HP]Love and Hogwarts

Even in a crowded place with hundreds of translucent places where everyone seemed to have similar looks, Kahn quickly spotted Peeves wearing an orange top hat, and based on the opposite direction of where he was, he guessed that he was indeed there. The figure of Bloody Barro was found directly opposite.

At this time, he was looking at a group of nuns who seemed to have had their happiness sucked away. As soon as those nuns came into contact with his sight, they immediately left there, leaving a large space for him; it seemed that he was not only among the living People there found him scary, and even ghosts were afraid of him.

Of course, Bloody Barrow seems to be quite satisfied with this phenomenon.

Kahn decided to disturb his elegance later, so he did not go there, but walked to Peeves; the long table was also covered with black velvet, and the tabletop was filled with beautiful things. She took a closer look at the silver plate, then silently stepped back.

The food on those beautiful plates were all rotten pieces of meat, and the large trays were filled with cakes that were so charred that it was difficult to identify the original ones; in addition, there were a large number of maggot-filled lamb tripes, long and Cheese full of green hair. There was a huge tombstone-shaped gray cake in the center of the table. It looked much better than the others, but it didn't look like edible food either. Nick's name and the time of his death were spelled out in tar-like icing on the cake.

The meat-stuffed lamb tripe was exuding a strong stench, and other foods were equally stinky. Therefore, it was not to blame Kahn for running away after just one glance. She was indeed not blessed to enjoy these 'delicious' foods.

At this time, Peeves also noticed her figure, and at the same time noticed that Barrow had no tendency to look here. He walked around Kahn, as if he appeared suddenly, and shouted behind her suddenly.

Kahn was still thinking about what she had just seen and heard, how could she be frightened by him, but when she heard Peeves deliberately pinching his throat, she turned around immediately.

"Good evening, Peeves, you are wearing a beautiful hat, just like you. It suits you so well." Kahn praised. She knew what Peeves liked to hear, and she was happy to make him happy.

"You too." He said vaguely, as if he was still not used to receiving kindness from others, and acted funny like Nick, taking off his hat and bowing.

"Want some?" He handed Kahn a plate of smoked fish with white creatures rolling in its belly. Of course he didn't expect Kahn to pick it up, it was just something he did casually, and he was used to making others unhappy; even though he didn't mean to upset her.

"Thank you, please keep it for those who need it more." Kahn refused the delicious food. However, unexpectedly, as soon as she finished saying this, she took the plate from Peeves's hand honestly and eagerly.

Although she immediately put the plate back on the table, she still couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"I didn't know that refusing meant giving something away." Peeves said puzzledly, but he didn't dwell on such a trivial matter and continued: "Then you can enjoy it. I'm leaving. I have to avoid it." Be careful, I don’t want to see you eat this with my own eyes, it will remind me of this scene when I see you in the future.”

After he finished speaking, he lifted up the tablecloth, hid under the table, and walked to nowhere from inside.

Kahn was not in the mood to care about him for the time being. She stared at her hands in confusion, feeling so confused for the first time. After staring for a while, she retracted her arms and let them hang naturally at her sides. She hasn't figured it out yet, but to be honest, she doesn't really panic; unless she suddenly punches herself, she plans to wait until the party is over to think about why her arm moved on its own.

She was not bored here for long. Although the food was not edible, there were other things to entertain herself. She first went to listen to the music under the stage. After feeling that she might not be able to appreciate it, she went to chat with the Fat Monk and Ms. Gray for a while. I went around Barrow a few more times and was keen to get to know each ghost.

They are all friends of Nick, some of them have come all the way here, and they all show great love and kindness to Kahn. However, every time Kahn walks past them to talk to the next ghost, the previous one Will quietly discuss a question with other ghosts: "I must have seen the clothes she was wearing somewhere, but I just can't remember."

"Then don't think about it. Why do ghosts think so much in their heads?" Another ghost would always reply.

Just when she wanted to introduce herself to a skinny ghost with chains on his body, the movement on the other side of the door first caught her attention.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were wrapped in clothes, looking at everything here with trembling and novelty. The former is because the temperature here is like an icehouse.

They stretched their heads and looked around curiously, but when their eyes touched Myrtle, a female ghost who often stayed in the girls' bathroom on the second floor, they immediately turned around and went back the same way until Myrtle floated past them. Then he turned his head again.

Kahn saw Ron pointing to the other end of the underground classroom, where the food was placed. He said something to the other two, and they eagerly walked forward together.

She followed them quietly, just in time, and didn't miss the frightened expressions on their faces when they walked to the table.

Harry stared at the rancid food in stunned silence, unable to say a word. At this moment, a fat ghost came from the table, his mouth opened wide, and passed directly through the middle of the table, right through a smelly path. Salmon.

"If you put it through like this, can you taste it?" Harry asked him.

"Almost." The ghost said sadly. Before he turned around and floated away, he nodded slightly behind Harry and said hello again.

The three Harrys turned around and unexpectedly saw Kahn standing behind them. This was really surprising, but it was also a surprise. They gathered around and asked why she was here.

Kahn said a few words casually, wanting to leave the area with them before chatting slowly, but before they could turn around, Peeves emerged from under the table again, lifting the tablecloth.

He looked like he wanted to say something to Harry and the others, with a malicious smile on his face. "Want some?" He handed them a plate of moldy peanuts.

"No, thank you," Hermione said.

Now they really wanted to leave here. Everyone knew that nothing good would happen if they met Peeves. He loved playing pranks too much.

"I heard you talking about poor Gold Digger again," Peeves said, his eyes flashing. "It's so rude to talk about poor Myrtle." He took a deep breath and wanted to yell and throw away the peach. Jin Niang called.

"Peeves, there are others who will need your help." Kahn had been standing close to the dining table without him noticing, and then he said, "Now please give us some time to talk." She said to he said patiently.

"You scared Peeves!" he said, staring at Harry and the others reluctantly for a while, as if they were weighing something. Hermione said anxiously under his gaze: "Don't call her, and don't tell her what I said. She will feel sad. I was joking - I don't mind her doing that."

Peeves looked away unhappily, feeling regretful that he had lost an opportunity to play a prank. But the mood was not too bad. Before he left, he said to Kahn: "I still hope you haven't eaten. I didn't tell you too late, right?"

"It's late." Kahn said smoothly with a slight smile. Peeves finally left in shock.

"Thank God." As soon as he left, Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the smelly dining table and Peeves, although the cold environment was still eroding their skin, they were finally free and could talk properly.

"What are you wearing? Kahn." Harry was attracted by her outfit, "I think it looks familiar."

She was wearing a piece of clothing that was between white and gray. It was like an ancient Roman costume. It was sewn from a huge piece of cloth and was almost in one piece. It was not cut too much. The gray-white robe started from the neck all the way. Extending to the feet, except for the white and soft forearms, the rest of the arms were covered tightly.

Kahn wore a crown of thorns on her head and a harp on her back. From time to time, she had to reach out to hold it up to prevent it from falling. Her honey-colored blond hair spread like waves around her shoulders and waist, making it even more flattering. She is as beautiful as a woodland elf.

As they watched, their hearts could not help but be taken to the bottom of the abyss by those green eyes. Fortunately, Harry had not forgotten his question.

"It's really frustrating. Almost no one guessed it. I thought it would be easy to see." Kahn said. "It was a suggestion from a friend of mine, and Nick also wanted to see it, so I made this outfit. .”

"What is it?" Ron asked her.

"Jesus."

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They suppressed the screams that came out of their mouths. Hermione and Harry each pulled Kahn close to the corner against the wall, nervously and horrifiedly looking at the unsuspecting ghosts in the underground classroom.

"That friend of yours must have never thought about you coming here, and neither did Nick. He should really think about it more! Even if he doesn't care, there are hundreds of other ghosts here!" Harry said.

"I don't think it's that exaggerated." Ron interrupted him. He had already recovered and reached out his hand to touch the harp behind Kahn with great interest. "No wonder we couldn't tell what you were pretending to be at first glance. What, because we didn’t think in that direction at all.”

"Why are you still carrying a harp?" Hermione also asked her curiously. She was always the calmest, and it was the same at this time. Except that she did panic for a moment because of the accident, but she soon realized that these The ghosts couldn't do anything, and Dumbledore wouldn't let them have their way. Besides - unless all ghosts are like Barrow, they aren't that careful.

"Oh, this?" Kahn took off the harp from his back, held it in his hand and said, "The harp of Apollo, the sun god." She played a piece for them casually.

"It can be changed to something else." She proudly took out her wand, and the harp turned into a pair of white wings in her hands, and then transformed into a bow and arrow made of pure gold.

It’s actually a spliced ​​Jesus!

"Thank you so much." They expressed their second emotion today.

"You look down on them so much." Kahn said while looking at them, and at the same time he turned his bow and arrow back into a harp, carried it back, waved slightly to them, and turned to look for Nick who had just appeared.