Chapter 1078

"Hey, Nick!" Fan Lin greeted enthusiastically, watching this guy who had been with Gryffindor since the fifteenth century and stayed here all day long get out of the dining table,

"Actually, I think you came out a little early..." Fan Lin said, looking at the empty table. Dumbledore had not yet announced the start of the banquet. Naturally, those house elves would not make their own decisions.

"Oh, so..." Sir Nicholas seemed very happy, "But that's okay, welcome back!"

"Oh, thank you, Sir Nicholas!" Fan Lin said, these ghosts in Hogwarts are still very loving, except for a few, such as Myrtle, or Peeves...

Even Bloody Barrow's feelings for Hogwarts cannot be changed.

Nick was about to float away to find other ghosts, but immediately, Nick was suddenly stopped by Harry.

"Wait a minute, Nick, I have something to ask you." Harry said suddenly, and Nick looked at him with confusion on his face.

"I mean, I have some things I want to..."

"Oh, glad to oblige, Harry Potter!" As soon as Nick bent over, his head fell off his neck, but there was still a piece of flesh connected to his head.

"Hey, Nick, come on..." Ron said, "We were just going to eat..."

"I have some questions, Nick!" Harry interrupted, and Nick looked at him immediately. His eyes were like dead fish. In fact, as a ghost, you can't expect a lively and warm performance from a ghost. .

Look at Professor Binns, that's a classic example, and as for Myrtle, she became so skinny just because she didn't die long enough...

"I know this is for you..." Harry said, suddenly finding it difficult to express, "I know you're dead. But you still exist, right?"

Nick sighed and stared at Harry.

In an instant, everyone focused their attention on Harry.

"That's it, isn't it?" Harry asked, staring closely. "You're dead, but I can still talk to you, and you can walk around Hogwarts and walk through anything, right?"

"Yes," Nick said softly, "I can walk, I can talk...but..."

Fan Lin looked at Harry strangely. He didn't quite understand why Harry suddenly asked about this matter, about death...

"That means you're back, right?" Harry said eagerly. "Can come back, right? All the ghosts. They don't disappear completely. Huh?"

Harry added, seeing that Nick didn't say a word. Nick hesitated, then 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 smiled, "That's good, so no matter which wizard you are, you can..."

Nick turned and looked at Harry sadly.

"No, that's not the case. You don't understand...you don't understand the world after death, so...most people will choose to leave, that is, they will really leave!"

"What do you mean, 'gone'?" Harry asked quickly. "Where? Listen - what happened when you died? Where did you go? Why doesn't everyone come back? Why does this place come back? Aren’t they all ghosts? Why…”

"I can't answer that," Nick said.

"Aren't you dead?" Harry said impatiently, "Who 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 should do it. It's neither here nor there. In fact, I'm neither here nor there." He smiled wryly. There was a sound. "I don't know the secret of death, Harry. I chose to imitate a frail life. I believe knowledgeable people at the Ministry of Magic are studying this issue-"

"Don't tell me about that place!" Harry snapped.

"I'm sorry I can't help you," Nick said softly, "Well, then, if you'll excuse me, dinner, you know."

Immediately, Nick floated away without looking back.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hermione asked, "Why are you asking? No one..."

"Nothing..." Harry lowered his head dejectedly, and I went out for a walk.

"Turning around? But the banquet..."

"Let him go, he will be fine..." Fan Lin said, pulling Hermione.

Harry left the hall without looking back, turned a corner, and looked into the distance through the window, which made him a little dazed...

He turned the corner and walked towards the Fat Lady, when he suddenly noticed a man in front of him nailing something to the wall.

Harry looked up and saw it was Luna.

It was too late to hide now, she heard his footsteps, and Harry didn't have the energy to hide from anyone.

"Hello," Luna said inarticulately, sizing him up and walking over.

"Why don't you go to the dinner party?" Harry asked.

"Well, a lot of my stuff is gone," Luna said calmly, "You know they always hide my stuff, but today is the last day and I'm going to find them all, so I've done that Marked.”

She pointed to the note board on the wall, on which was pinned a list of her lost items and clothing, along with requests for their return. Harry had a strange feeling; neither anger nor sadness, although it had been that way since he'd learned of his connection to Voldemort. But after a while he realized that it was sympathy for Luna.

"Why are they hiding your things?" Harry asked with a frown.

"Oh," she shrugged, "I guess they think I'm a little weird, you know. Some people actually call me a crazy girl."

Harry looked at her, his feeling of sympathy growing stronger.

"They have no reason to take your stuff," he said weakly, "Do you want me to help you find it?"

"Oh, no," she said, smiling. "They'll get it back, always in the end. But I have to pack tonight. By the way, why aren't you attending the dinner?"

Harry shrugged, "I just don't want to participate."

"No," Luna said, looking at him with her foggy, bulging eyes, "I don't think you are... you're conflicted, and it seems like the Ministry of Magic is bothering you."

Harry nodded, realizing that for some reason he didn't mind Luna bringing up all that Ministry of Magic stuff. He remembered that he too could see those strange horses.

"Did you," he said, "I mean, did you see anyone die?"

"Yes," Luna said simply, "My mother. She was a wonderful witch and she loved to experiment, and one day her spell failed. I was nine years old."

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured.

"It's really scary," Luna continued. "I still feel bad sometimes. But I still have my dad. And anyway, I've met my mom, right?"

"Uh-really?" Harry said uncertainly. She shook her head in disbelief.

"Oh, come on. Didn't you hear it all? Behind the curtain."

"you mean-"

"In the room in the Department of Mysteries... they are all there, just invisible. You heard them all." They looked at each other.

Luna smiled slightly. Harry didn't know what to say or what to think; Luna believed many incredible things, and of course he did hear voices behind the curtain.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you find something?" he asked.

"Oh, no," said Luna, "I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and then come back and wait for them all to show up, which is how it ends up. So, have a nice summer vacation, Harry!" (To be continued)