A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 75 Ghost Festival

At nine o'clock in the evening, the ghost band playing the saw floated down from the stage, and the harsh scratching sound that tested the human auditory nerve finally stopped. For a while, the already crowded room became eerily quiet.

Owen stepped onto the high stage and looked at the crowded silver figures under the stage. Being stared at by so many ghosts was quite nerve-wracking. Even his body seemed to be freezing. Fortunately, he was used to it in his previous life.

I often perform on the stage in big scenes, and now I don’t have any stage fright.

He bowed gracefully to the audience, pointed his wand at his throat, said "loud voice", then opened his arms with a warm smile, and the clear and loud voice filled the entire conference room: "Ladies, sir

Everyone, welcome to Hogwarts! Welcome to participate in this unprecedented event!"

Owen glanced at the bottom of the stage and saw that the ghosts were all frozen and looking forward to it. He also saw Harry and the others sitting around a table with blank expressions. Next to a table by the window, he also looked at

An unexpected figure arrived.

Albus Dumbledore!

This old man with white beard and white hair was wearing a bright purple robe. He was smiling and sitting with a ghost who also had a big beard. He was looking at the ghosts around him with interest. He seemed to feel Owen's gaze.

, he and Owen looked at each other and winked his blue eyes mischievously.

"Tsk, is the principal so idle?" Owen thought to himself. Obviously, Dumbledore came here to join in the fun.

He nodded slightly to Dumbledore and continued: "Today, we have invited three important and well-known figures. I believe that many people here have grown up listening to their legendary stories..."

"Let us invite the brave and fearless Knight Francis, the just and strict Sir Stuart, and the wise and kind Lady Elizabeth!"

Irving had no intention of warming up the show, but went straight to the point. The ghosts in the audience came from different eras, and their thoughts and concepts were very different. Moreover, they were all ghosts, so they couldn't warm up.

He stretched out his hand towards the black velvet curtain behind the stage. Amidst the screams and cheers of the ghosts, three silver-white figures floated out leisurely. As they passed by Owen, they all glanced sideways at him.

, and then met the ghosts who came over enthusiastically.

He quietly exited the stage, leaving the place to the ghosts. Soon, the harsh music sounded again, and the ghosts happily danced various dances on the dance floor, with their figures everywhere on the ground and in the air.

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Ms. Gray looked at him blankly, tears seemed to overflow from her eyes. She turned her back to Owen, as if she had turned into a silver-white statue, and did not make any movement for a long time.

"On the eighth floor of the castle, the Room of Requirement?" Owen said, "If that's what you're talking about, I've already found it."

"No, she left with thoughts and apologies for you." Owen raised his hand, caressing the other person's head as if stroking a kitten, and said in a sincere tone, "She is not real.

Indifference was only because of the sequelae of a magic that made her fall into a state of absolute sanity... She only regained her emotions before she died."

Owen looked at Ms. Elizabeth with some surprise. This ghost was known for his kindness and kindness during his lifetime, and was a great doctor who saved countless people... He did not expect that this lady would be so cold and indifferent, even though she had never received any letters from her.

See, she's not that hard to get in touch with.

"You have been looking for that thing for so long, and then you waste the opportunity on this kind of problem?" Ms. Gray said coldly, "So you have passed the test set by my mother? It seems that you have the intelligence that my mother values ​​​​

Such wisdom."

Owen looked into her eyes and said seriously: "In fact, what is tested there is not knowledge and wisdom. Ravenclaw no longer cared so much about intelligence before she died, because she found something more important than that."

"I don't like dancing with living people." Ms. Gray stared at his palm for a while, then turned her head and said. Then, she stared coldly at a handsome male ghost who enthusiastically came over to invite her to dance.

, until the other party is stunned and runs away.

"What you said...is true?" After a long silence, she asked slowly.

Ms. Gray was stunned in surprise and seemed to be angry with herself. She finally made up her mind to tell the matter, but she didn't expect that the other party already knew about it...

"Family love?" Ms. Gray's expression became even more sarcastic, "Why does that person care about family love? You don't know, ever since I was sensible, she has never looked at my father and I in the eyes, like a cold machine."

"Yes, you learned about it from your mother's secret room?" Ms. Gray twitched the corner of her mouth slightly, "Many years ago, a boy also learned this secret from his mother's secret room. He found out my identity based on this.

Clues, using sweet words to deceive the location of the crown from me..."

"I once thought, if I had the same wisdom as her, would everything be different..." She said with blurred eyes, holding on to the hem of her skirt with both hands.

"Family love."

"What are you doing?" Owen touched his chin. He was not very familiar with this ghost who loved "Othello", nor did he think that he was so special that he could allow a long-lived and well-informed ghost.

The ghost looked at him with admiration.

"Maybe." Ms. Gray murmured to herself. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "In fact, my mother left a secret room in the school..."

Owen looked at this scene with amusement, shook his head and said, "Ms. Grey, is there anything you like?"

Only the originally harsh and unpleasant scratching sound was clearly transmitted to the ears. The melody was melodious and cheerful. It was a beautiful dance music that Owen had never heard before. The gorgeous and long tone was the violin, and the tinkling sound was the piano...

"Ahem, I found out from the fax machine." Owen coughed slightly, "I'm definitely not reading your mind."

"What?"

She fell into long memories and said excitedly: "I have always been eager to get her attention, so I worked hard to make myself smarter and better... But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her for anything.

eyes, not to mention a word of appreciation. Yes, with such an excellent mother, all my achievements are insignificant in comparison..."

"I'm just a ghost that my mother looks down upon. I can't go in and I don't want to go." Ms. Gray said calmly.

"Before she passed away, she just wanted to apologize to you. Maybe she didn't ask for your forgiveness. She just hoped that you could live a more relaxed life and not continue to live in her shadow." Owen said softly.

"But there is no end to learning, and the process of exploring the unknown is always full of surprises," Owen said.

She nodded indifferently to the ghosts around her. Facing the chattering voices around her, her dull face moved, and she slowly squeezed out an undetectable stiff smile. The fat monk spoke to her in a lively and cheerful tone.

She responded seriously, but her eyes seemed to be looking into nothingness.

Owen leaned against the wall and smiled as he watched the lively and weird dance. He pinched his earlobes helplessly, took out two tissues from his pocket, kneaded them together, and planned to put them into his ears. Melete took them from his pocket.

Li climbed onto his shoulder, his golden eyes widened, and his big ears twitched in time with the unpleasant music.

Ms. Gray seemed to smile at him slightly, and her beautiful face, which had always been arrogant and cold, became a little gentler. Then she retracted her palm, her expression still so indifferent, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Ms. Elizabeth is a lady with a dull face. She wears a long dress similar to a nun's uniform, barefoot, and her beautiful face is expressionless, like an empty and careless doll. Her long black hair should have been

It was dancing in the air, and the hem of her skirt moved automatically without any wind, as if it was ready to ride on the wind at any moment.

Her expression became sarcastic: "Oh, my mother likes it..."

"Ms. Gray, do you want to dance?" Owen listened to the harsh and unpleasant music in his ears again, and he extended his palm to her in a gentlemanly manner.

"So you stole her crown, fled far away, and came back here after your death." Owen said softly.

She stretched out her hands to Owen, and put her silver-white palms against his ears, as if holding his cheeks. The cold and empty palms passed through his ears, and Owen felt that his ears seemed to be filled with frozen water.

In the lake, the voices of the ghosts talking loudly around them seemed to come through a layer of water, becoming blurry and distant.

"Ms. Grey, do you think this kind of music sounds good?" Owen curiously asked the quiet ghost beside him.

The most important thing is that Owen found that the other party always seemed to be looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, with a look of confusion and doubt. Those beautiful but empty eyes were not the silvery white of the ghosts, but glowed with a deep red.

This is an incredible situation for the ghost.

"My mother must have been angry and resentful until she died of illness. She was even ashamed to tell others about my shameful betrayal..." Her hazy lips trembled.

"Yes, this kind of sound will make us feel happy." The Ravenclaw ghost looked at the stage from a distance with a somewhat sad expression, then floated lightly in front of Owen, and said in a calm tone, "I can make you

Listen to the sound in our ears.”

"You've never entered that secret room, have you?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

"It's indeed very pleasant." Owen said softly, realizing that his voice seemed to be coming from a long distance away.

Sir Stuart was dressed in a gorgeous aristocratic dress, with two delicate mustaches. He was meticulously dressed, and his movements were elegant and reserved. He shook hands politely with a large group of ghosts dressed as scholars and aristocrats, and also cordially expressed condolences to those before him.

Ghost band playing saw.

Knight Francis is a burly ghost wearing tattered armor, riding a majestic ghost horse, with a broken sword hanging from his waist. He has a handsome face and a very friendly smile, and he is quickly attracted by the ghosts of the headless hunters.

They were surrounded by people, patting their shoulders encouragingly. Nick, who was almost headless, was squeezed into the outermost circle, spinning around anxiously.

"Of course." Owen stroked the kitten Nizi in his arms.

"Acquire knowledge. Although in my current state, knowledge is of little use to me." Ms. Gray glanced at him. Although her expression did not change, Owen noticed that her mood had worsened.

"...Thank you for telling me this." She sighed, "Although time has made all this meaningless."

"It's meaningful. As long as it makes you feel better, it's meaningful." Owen said seriously.

Ms. Gray turned her head and looked at him for a while, then suddenly revealed a stunning smile, as if shrouded in the morning mist, mysterious and beautiful: "Little boy, you really know how to confuse people."

"You can call me Helena." She said softly.

(End of chapter)