Chapter 869 A Familiar Drama Performance

"Time? Yes, time can always dilute a lot..."

His eyes met the girl's pure and flawless lake-blue eyes, and Nick shrugged pretending to be relaxed.

Unfortunately, Elena's words were like sparks on a pile of dynamite, instantly igniting the frustration and anger he had suppressed in his heart - time can heal everything, but it's a pity that he has no possibility of changing. !

"Tell me about it!" Nick suddenly burst out and pulled the letter out of his pocket again, "I was struck forty-four times on my neck with a blunt axe. Do you qualify to join the Headless Hunters?! "

"Well - technically, no."

Elena thought for half a second, and said decisively in Nick's expectant eyes.

"Headless Hunters, so as the name suggests, they should all be ghost hunters whose heads and bodies can be separated. The most important thing for such a team is coordination and unity... Sorry, Nick, maybe this is life."

"You! B-but-"

The letter fell to the ground before the almost headless Nick had time to shake it open, and he waved his hands somewhat uncontrollably.

"Oh my God! There's just a little bit of skin and tendon attached to my neck, Elena! Most people would agree that it's actually the same as losing my head. I mean, I want it more than anyone else. To make things neat and tidy, I hope my head is completely severed, I mean, that would save me a lot of pain, and I wouldn't be made fun of, but..."

"You're lying, you didn't."

Elena said calmly, squatting down and touching the letter curiously.

The ice was as cold as if she had passed through a layer of cold water - then, her fingers passed through the letter paper and touched the ground.

Sure enough, real ghost letters cannot be touched by living people under normal circumstances.

Just like Professor Binns' lesson plans, Ms. Gray's poetry collection, and the Fat Monk's prayer book, there is a very special way of recording and interpreting information among the ghosts in the magical world.

"Lying?! Ha! Are you planning to make fun of me just like Mr. Debord, who has completely lost his head?"

The almost headless Nick said angrily, bending down and about to pick up the fallen envelope.

"No. I am simply stating the fact that you never wanted your head to be completely severed—at least not while you were known as Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. "

Elena looked at Nick, who was on the same level as her, and said calmly.

"If I remember correctly, until the last second before death arrives, you are fighting hard against this result... Even if your throat is muted by a monk poisoning you with potion, and your wand is taken away by the king - even death cannot Let your body be separated—so I don’t think you need to envy those gentlemen who have completely lost their heads.”

"...What did you say?" Nick, who was almost headless, froze, and his slender hands seemed to be sucked by the ground.

"I mean, you're braver than most - and that's something to be proud of."

Elena said softly, walking to the window and looking at the pouring rain outside, deliberately not looking at Nick's expression at this time.

"Halloween will be here in a few days. Time will dilute the scars, and words will keep the story going... Maybe not many people have the patience to pick up the shells in the long river of history, but it cannot and should not just disappear."

As Gryffindor's resident ghost, the nearly headless Nick's life experiences were not simple.

Elena turned her back to Nick and took out "The Ghost of Hogwarts" from the "different-dimensional bag" on her chest and took a look.

"After the final exam last year, I borrowed a book from the Hogwarts library. It recorded some stories about the ghosts in the castle. Among them was a record of the details of your death that year. This is what the book said. ——”

"On the evening of October 30, 1492 AD, Sir Nicholas met Lady Gulliver while walking in the Royal Park. She was convinced that he could help her straighten her crooked teeth, but Nicholas's attempt backfired and caused her to grow fangs. "

"For this mistake, Sir Nicholas was immediately imprisoned by the guards and sentenced to death. Before he was locked in the dungeon, his wand was taken away from him, so that he could not use magic to escape from there. All night long he shouted, Claiming that he can immediately eliminate the harm caused by Ms. Griev."

Elena paused for a moment, glanced quickly at the cheat sheet on her chest, and continued.

"During the night of that year, a priest came to Sir Nicholas' cell to comfort him, and escorted him to the execution ground at dawn the next day. When the executioner made him kneel before the stone, he could not speak. However, execution The ax in the hand was very dull because the stone used to sharpen the ax was placed somewhere. So Nicholas was struck forty-five times in total, but even so there was still a little bit of skin and tendon connected to his neck."

"Oh, I didn't expect that there would be people who would read those ancient and boring histories of magic carefully..."

The almost headless Nick coughed slightly after being stunned for several seconds.

He picked up the envelope and stuffed it back into his clothes, straightened up and held the feathered hat on his head, sighed softly, and whispered self-deprecatingly in a tone that was reserved and elegant, like a classical aristocrat.

"That was a long time ago, and there is nothing to be proud of. I was too arrogant and thought that my crappy magic could help Ms. Grief, but when you are busy and exhausted, you will inevitably make mistakes—— King Henry sentenced me to death for this, well, I brought it upon myself...I am not a wizard worth learning from."

"But thank you, young Miss Kaslana."

Nick, who was almost headless, took a few deep breaths, and then said in a much calmer tone:

"So - what are you worried about again? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No," Elena sighed. This time she was really a little depressed. "Unless you know how to make me grow taller quickly, or how to turn back time in a small area for more than an hour, otherwise -"

If nothing else goes wrong, what happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will soon spread throughout the school.

The story about half of the class's Boggarts being Elena, and the "stupid switching" of Elena's various forms will definitely spread like wildfire among the various houses, and the level of Gryffindor House The steps will probably become famous for this as well.

Hermione's "stairs disappearing" magic is somewhat exaggerated, but busybodies don't delve into so many details.

Elena could almost imagine how everyone would vividly describe the scene of a stupid hair shaking angrily from side to side in the pit of the steps - especially the rumor spreaders in Ravenclaw, this is simply the work of those women carnival.

"Huh? Go back in time?"

Nick frowned, looked at Elena with a serious expression, and asked with concern.

"Could it be that something bad happened in your class just now?"

"We just had a practical Defense Against the Dark Arts class on how to deal with boggarts. Due to some unexpected circumstances, the boggarts turned into me... and then, you know - funny .”

Elena raised her finger, made a magic shooting motion, and said gloomily.

"The whole class has been laughing at me and mocking me for being short. Ever since the first spell hit me, it hasn't stopped. It's like you have a problem with your neck. I mean, I'm better than anyone else." They all hope that I can grow taller quickly so that I can look like an adult and not be teased because of my height.”

"Hmm...height...wait, I might have an idea...but..."

The almost headless Nick pondered thoughtfully for a few seconds, frowning in distress.

"...No, this is against the rules..."

"Huh?"

Elena stared at him, extremely surprised.

Ever since Nico Flamel made it clear that there was nothing she could do, Elena had almost given up the idea of ​​growing taller quickly.

Maybe there really is magic in this world that can make you grow taller, but for tall wizards like Flamel, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, etc., they obviously have no reason to spend time studying this aspect of magic.

As for Professor Flitwick, the Charms Master also didn't care about his height.

Especially after Professor Flitwick relied on this advantage to win several wizard duels in a row.

"Sorry...forget it...this is too dangerous for students...and...but, if you are still struggling with this problem in a few years...maybe I, I can teach you a remote magic...well …”

The almost headless Nick twisted his hands together and said apologetically.

"Elena, this is a derivative magic based on human body transformation. It can be considered a small personal achievement of mine... Well, if I still have the magic power now, I can help you a little bit - this is a very advanced transformation technique. , at least wait until you successfully complete the O.W.Ls assessment before you can try it cautiously..."

The almost headless Nick shook his head, turned around, and slowly slid towards the back of the corridor.

Elena couldn't believe her luck.

That's right, body transformation—this was the secret to increasing her height that she had always wanted to find.

This is not similar to Hagrid's half-baked pig tail magic, or the magical transformation displayed by Professor McGonagall and "Professor Moody" in the original work. This is actually a category of permanent transformation magic.

There is no doubt that from the personal resume of Nearly Headless Nick, he is at least half an expert in magic plastic surgery.

As the chief wizard of the royal family at that time, if he had been so unreliable, it would be impossible for him to get a knighthood.

"Nick, wait a minute...well, I, I wish I could do something for you-"

Elena said excitedly, looking at Nick expectantly.

According to the plot in the original work, Halloween this year happens to be the 500th anniversary of the death of the ghost knight. If you calculate the time, it will be almost next week. Originally, Elena did not plan to attend the ghost party, but now it is different.

If there was a mission system, then there would be a big golden exclamation mark on Nick's head right now.

The mission reward is the "grow taller magic" that Elena has been looking for for a long time.

Nick, who was almost headless, immediately stopped.

Where Elena didn't see it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Well, there's really one thing you can do for me-"

Nick said excitedly, turning around and mumbling nervously to himself.

"Wait, Elena - is my request too much? - No, you will definitely not be willing -"

"What is it?" Elena asked obediently.

"Well, as you know, this Halloween will be my 500th death anniversary."

Nearly headless Nick said, puffing up his chest, showing a noble and proud look.

"Oh, yes!

Elena nodded, she was working hard on her acting skills, "So what can I do for you?"

"Well, I plan to hold a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom. By then, friends will come from all over the country. I would be honored if you could also attend. Of course, you can too Invite your friends together, and I welcome them as well - but I dare say you would rather attend the school banquet, right?"

Nick looked at Elena anxiously.

"How come, this is great!"

Elena said quickly, slightly controlling her expression and voice to avoid being too false.

"I'll definitely come, and I can get the full cooperation of the Hogwarts kitchens."

"Oh, my dear child! Elena Kaslana, it would be great to attend my death anniversary party! By the way..."

Nick hesitated, looking a little excited, "Also, if possible, can you try to mention it in magazines such as "The Quibbler" and "Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue". I heard that you seem to have some influence. —Suffice it to say that the formidable and impressive Sir Nicholas convened a grand death-anniversary celebration."

"Huh? Of course, of course -"

Elena narrowed her eyes and replied sweetly.

Nearly Headless Nick smiled at her.

Immediately afterwards, the bell for the end of get out of class at Hogwarts rang at the right time.

Hundreds of students opened the classroom door and poured into the corridor talking and laughing.

The crowded crowd separated her from the almost headless Nick. Elena followed the constantly moving crowd and walked towards the school auditorium while pulling out the half-sleeping food reserves from her chest, as well as paper, Pen.

Everything that just happened was too much of a coincidence.

There were some things that she planned to check...for example, Sir Nicholas' past experience.

Rather than simply placing her hopes on the kindness and honesty of others, Elena is more accustomed to controlling the overall situation and using others' initiative to lay traps in turn - this is what Albus Dumbledore taught her. The Way of the White Devil.

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