HP Approaches the Magic World

Harry's breath fogged the surface of the mirror.

He brought the mirror closer, intense excitement swept through his body, but the eyes blinking at him from behind the mist were undoubtedly his own.

He wiped the mirror clean and repeated Sirius' name word for word, each syllable being heard clearly throughout the room.

"Sirius Black!"

Nothing happened.

The depressed face looking back at him in the mirror was still his own.

Harry muttered to himself that Sirius didn't bring a mirror with him when he went into the arch, so the mirror didn't work now.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then he threw the mirror into the box and it broke.

Just for that hopeful minute, he was sure that he would see and talk to Sirius again.

His throat burned with disappointment; he got up and threw his things into the box indiscriminately, covering it on the broken mirror - and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

A better idea than a mirror, a better and more effective idea, why hadn't he thought of it before -

Why did he never ask?

He ran out of the dormitory, rushed down the spiral staircase, and bumped his head against the wall.

He didn't pay attention, and then quickly walked through the empty common room, passed through the portrait hole, and ran along the corridor, ignoring the fat lady who shouted behind him: "The banquet is about to start, you know, you

It will add a lot of color to it.”

But Harry had no intention of going to the party.

How can it be like this, when you don't need it, there are ghosts everywhere, but now it's just when you need it.

He ran down the stairs and continued running along the corridor, encountering no one, dead or alive.

They seemed to be in the hall, and outside the Charms classroom, he stopped, out of breath, and thought glumly that he would have to wait a little longer until the party was over.

However, just when he was discouraged, he saw a translucent body floating sideways at the end of the corridor.

"Hey-hey, Nick! Nick!"

The ghost's head exited from the wall, revealing a very exaggerated feather hat and a dangerously shaking head. It was Nick who was almost headless.

"Good evening,"

He said, withdrawing the rest of his body from the solid stone wall, and smiled at Harry.

"It seems I'm not the only one who's late?" He sighed, "Although our moods are very different, of course..."

"Nick, I have something to ask you, okay?"

A strange look quietly passed over the face of the almost headless Nick.

He put a finger into his neck and adjusted the stiff ring with great effort. Apparently, he was giving himself time to think about it. He didn't stop thinking until the head with a part of the neck almost fell off.

.

"Uh - now, Harry?" Nick asked with a panicked expression, "Can we wait until after the party is over?"

"No—Nick—help,"

Harry said, "I really need to talk to you, here, okay?"

Harry opened the door to the nearest classroom, and Nick, who was almost headless, sighed.

"Oh, okay then,"

He said resignedly, "I can't pretend I didn't think of it."

Harry opened the door to let him in, but he slipped through the wall instead.

"What's on your mind?" Harry asked, closing the door.

"I thought you would come to me."

Nick said that at this time he slid to the window again and looked out the window at the dark field, "Sometimes, there will be such a situation, when someone is in pain, because they have lost..."

"That's right," Harry said, not wanting to be misunderstood, "you're right. I - that's why I came to find you."

Nick said nothing.

"It's like this -" Harry said, realizing that this was much more embarrassing than he thought, "It's like this - you're dead, but you can still stay here, right?"

Nick sighed, still staring at the venue outside the window.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Harry stared and asked, "You're dead, but I can still talk to you now... You can walk around in Hogwarts and anywhere, right?"

"

"Not bad," said Nearly Headless Nick, "I can walk around and talk, not bad."

"So, you came back from there, right?"

Harry asked eagerly, but Nick still didn't say anything. He added impatiently:

"People can come back, right?

Coming back as ghosts, they don't have to disappear completely, do they?"

Nearly headless Nick hesitated and said, "Not everyone can come back as a ghost."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked quickly.

"Only...only wizards."

"Oh," Harry breathed a sigh of relief and almost laughed, "Okay, that's good. The person I'm talking about is a wizard, so he can come back, right?"

"He won't come back."

"who?"

"Sirius Black."

"But you're back!"

Harry was angry: "You're back - you're dead, but you didn't disappear -"

"Wizards can leave their own mark on this world, so that they can walk powerlessly in the places where they have lived and walked."

Nick said bitterly: "But few wizards would choose this path."

"Why?"

Harry asked, "Either way - it doesn't matter - whether it's normal or not, Sirius doesn't mind, he'll be back, I know he will!"

Harry was steadfast in his thoughts and actually turned his head to observe the movement of the door. In an instant, he was sure that he was about to see Sirius, pearly white, transparent, but beaming, coming in from the door.

Walk towards him.

"He won't come back."

Nick repeated: "He'll go on."

"What do you mean, go on?"

Harry hurriedly asked: "Where? Listen - what happened when you died? Where have you been? Why doesn't everyone come back? Why are there ghosts everywhere here? Why..."

"I can't answer."

"You're dead, aren't you?"

Harry was furious: "Who else can answer this question better than you?"

"I'm afraid of death,"

Nick said softly, "I chose to stay behind.

Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t, well, it’s just that the underworld doesn’t want the world to accept, but in fact, I don’t belong here, nor do I belong there.”

He gave a slight wry smile. "I don't know the secret of death, Harry. I believe that the learned people in the Department of Mysteries are studying this-"

"Don't tell me about that place!"

"I'm sorry I can't help you more," Nick said softly, "Then, please forgive me...the party, you know."

He walked away, leaving Harry alone, staring blankly at the wall where he had disappeared.