A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 29 Ms. Gray

The light and fluttering tarot cards slowly fell to the ground, one person and one ghost looked at each other, and the surroundings were silent.

"Then...do you know who I am?" Ms. Gray stared at Owen with a probing tone.

"Since you say this, does it mean that Ms. Grey, you allow me... to peek into your mind with restrictions?" Owen said politely, his eyes confident and sincere, "Of course, if you don't want to, there is no need to worry.

.I have always been a person who abides by the rules and will never wantonly explore the secrets hidden in people's hearts."

"Tell me, who am I?" Ms. Gray said firmly.

"Well, if this is what you expect..." Owen gracefully touched his chest and bowed, "Ms. Helena Ravenclaw."

At this moment, Ms. Gray's expression completely lost her composure, and she took a big step back, farther away from Owen.

There should be only two people in Hogwarts who know her identity, or rather, two ghosts. Besides herself, the other person who knows is the Bloody Barrow. She despises him, but also understands that he will never

Tell her. Maybe many years ago, there was a young man of similar age who got this news from her through sweet talk.

Ms. Gray looked at the boy in front of her, and couldn't help but compare it with the boy from many years ago. He was equally elegant, calm, personable, young, handsome, and lovable. They looked so similar, but completely different. At least that person had never been before.

I had this kind of magic that penetrates the soul and the contradictory charm that is public yet restrained.

A very mysterious person, but surprisingly not annoying.

"So, what is your purpose?" Ms. Gray restrained her arrogance, and her expression and tone became serious and cautious.

"I won't believe this silly joke." Draco raised his chin even higher, "But you'd better ask me for my opinion before you go out next time, even though I don't want to go with you anyway.

, but if you are sincere, I can't help solve some troubles."

Mutual respect and equality are the prerequisites for in-depth communication and cooperation.

Without the feeling of touching each other, Owen felt as if his palms were immersed in a cloud of cold water vapor, and a chill spread quickly along his palms.

"Please allow me to express my gratitude in advance, Ms. Gray." Owen bowed again, "During this time every day, I will be waiting in the small room next to the auditorium on the first floor."

"I don't expect to rely on it to answer any of my questions. It is meaningless to the ghost." Ms. Gray looked at him and seemed to smile, "But, there happened to be a student from my college who took this matter before you.

Please ask me."

She paused, and then said in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "Because you are the first to think of the fact that ghosts also need answers."

He took out his magic wand and recited a magic spell to the tarot cards scattered on the ground. Each card jumped up from the ground lightly, and flew back to his hand like a baby swallow.

Owen took a closer look and realized it was Draco Malfoy. He looked at Theodore's bed again, and as expected saw a pale face sticking out from the curtains... Okay, this one is more terrifying.

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"What I hope is that if you find it a second time and you happen to plan to tell someone about it, please give me priority." Owen said calmly, "After all, everyone can only use it once a year.

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"You want all the ghosts to be your eyes and ears?" Ms. Gray looked at him with a smile, easily seeing what he was not hiding. "Then you must be prepared to hit a wall."

"At midnight, we discovered that neither you nor Harry were here." Draco said in his characteristic slow tone, "I didn't expect that you were also interested in that sensational rumor? I thought only Harry, a fool, would be interested in that.

Tempting..."

The atmosphere became a lot more harmonious. Owen picked up the suitcase he had placed on the ground and asked in a relaxed tone: "Ms. Grey, I heard that the ghosts of Hogwarts often gather. Can I be lucky enough to attend one?"

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Later, no more surprises appeared. Owen searched all the way to the seventh floor, and the hand of his pocket watch pointed to one o'clock in the morning. He was mentally prepared to end the exploration and quickly returned to his dormitory.

The smile on Ms. Gray's face deepened: "I promised, I will consider you as soon as possible."

After his eyes adjusted to the extremely dim light, Owen saw a dark figure sitting at the round table in the middle of the dormitory. It was a bit scary to see him suddenly.

"He hasn't come back yet?" Owen glanced at Harry's four-poster bed. It was no surprise that the boy would sneak out and join in the fun.

Owen showed a bright smile and stopped beating around the bush: "Ms. Gray, do you know about the truth fax machine that appeared in the castle?"

"Don't worry, it won't affect you." Owen said funnyly, "As long as you don't go out and get involved in this matter like us."

"That's it," Owen showed a helpless expression, and then said seriously, "Then please allow me to line up!"

"I thought you were with him." Draco glanced at Owen arrogantly, his gray eyes shining in the darkness, "I'm here just to give you a piece of advice. Next time I do something like this

It's best not to hide it from us when it happens, lest if you are caught, the dean will blame me for not taking good care of you."

"Please give me more advice... Owen." Ms. Gray stretched out her silver-white palm and touched his palm slightly, then withdrew her hand.

"Yes, I need to find it and ask it a question. I think no one is more proficient in how to find something in Hogwarts than you." Owen stopped the smile on his face and looked at each other with a sincere expression.

With hazy silver eyes, "I don't expect you to tell me the first time you find it. I understand that everyone has questions that they want answered, and everyone has the right to get answers."

"I know," Ms. Gray said simply and concisely. "Are you interested in it?"

"If you want to go, just say it. It's so convoluted that it's hard for me to understand," Owen said jokingly.

"You're still up so late?" Owen put his unused suitcase back in its place.

"By the way, let's get to know each other formally," Owen stretched out his right hand, "Owen Shafiq, please give me your advice, Ms. Gray."

The lights in the dormitory have been extinguished, and the water of the Black Lake is rippling slightly, casting gentle and soothing dark green water ripples in the circular room, becoming the only light source here.

Next, Owen said goodbye to Ms. Gray, and continued to explore along the established route under the calm gaze of her.

"It's a pleasure, Ms. Grey," Owen said.

Ms. Gray nodded slightly: "I can invite you to our next gathering, which will be at nine o'clock tomorrow evening in the classroom on the far right of the basement floor."

"I'm still a little confident in communicating with people," Owen said with a smile.

"I don't want to go!" Draco jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Okay, I understand." Owen said, taking care of himself.

After he climbed into bed, Harry arrived belatedly. Judging from the somewhat disappointed expression on his face, it was obvious that he had gained nothing.

Owen yawned, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of chapter)