Chapter 27 Special Reporter Nick

"Oh my God," said Hermione sadly.

"Ron, you shouldn't have said that just now, I'm about to persuade her." Ivan looked at Ron angrily.

"Okay, buddy!" Ron blushed a little. "You don't really like Myrtle, a crying, ugly ghost."

"Ron!" Hermione raised her voice sharply.

"Of course I don't like it, but she is an important source of information." Ai Wen snorted, "I had something to ask her, but now you have screwed it all up."

"You should apologise to Myrtle, she's certainly not likeable, but we shouldn't say that about her, especially when Peeves hears it," Hermione said.

"Apologies?!" Ron's face was as red as his red hair.

"That's right, Ron!" Harry stabbed him, "I think Irving and Hermione are right, we did go a little too far on this one."

"Okay, okay, since you all think so, I'll go and apologize to her now." Ron took a step back, gasping for breath, his face flushed to the extreme.

After speaking, he turned around and ran out of the basement classroom, and the three of them looked at him worriedly.

"Let's go too, I just looked at it, the food here is not suitable for living people." Ai Wen sighed, "And I do have something to ask Myrtle."

The three of them had just reached the door when Nick, who was almost headless, floated up from the crowd.

"My dear friend, are you having fun?"

"Oh, glad," they lied.

"The number is satisfactory," said the almost headless Nick proudly. "The crying widow has come all the way from Kent, and it's almost time for me to speak."

Nick stopped the band and took a long stride to the podium, into a icy blue spotlight.

"My late lords, ladies and gentlemen, it is with great sadness that I..."

Before he could finish his words, a hunting horn sounded, the ghosts looked around excitedly, and Nick's expression looked a little pained.

Suddenly, twelve ghost horses burst through the walls of the basement, each with a headless rider on top. All the people attending the party applauded enthusiastically, and Ai Wen and the others also clapped their hands, but as soon as they saw Nick's face, they quickly stopped.

Twelve ghost horses ran to the center of the dance arena, stopped abruptly, stood upright on their hind legs, kicked their hind hooves and rushed.

On the front horse was a large ghost with a bearded head tucked under his arms and blowing a horn. He jumped off his horse and held his head high in the air so he could watch the crowd from above, and they all laughed.

He strode up to Nick, who was almost headless, shoving his head sloppily to his neck.

"Nick!" he shouted. "How are you, is your head still hanging there?"

He let out a wild, wild laugh and patted the almost headless Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick," Nick said stiffly.

"Live!"

Mr. Patrick saw Ivan, Harry and Hermione at a glance, and pretended to jump high in surprise, but his head fell again, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Very interesting." Nick, who was almost headless, said sternly.

"Never mind Nick!" shouted Mr. Patrick's head from the floor. "He's still upset that we didn't let him in the Hunters, but I mean, look at this guy!"

"I think..." Harry noticed Nick's meaningful gaze, remembered the agreement with him, and said hurriedly, "Nick is very scary!"

"Ha ha!"

Mr. Patrick's head shouted, "I guess he told you to say that."

Then, ignoring Harry, he started playing a sort of overhead hockey game with the rest of the Headless Hunters, and everyone turned to watch, but no one paid any attention to Nick on the podium.

Seeing Nick's pitiful appearance, Ivan sighed and felt that it was necessary to do something.

He walked up to the podium, stood next to Nick, and made a loud noise with his wand, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Good evening everyone. As a special guest tonight, I hope to say a few words from the perspective of a living person."

The ghosts all looked at Ai Wen curiously, wondering what the little wizard was going to say, a speech by a living person, which seemed to be much more interesting than the headless hunter game.

"As a ghost, Sir Nicholas may not look as intimidating as Mr Patrick, but he is a very respectable nobleman, even in the living world."

There was a low-pitched discussion below, and many ghosts expressed doubts about what Ivan said.

"In order to allow more people to commemorate his death anniversary and to thank him for his selfless help to me." Irving continued, "I have decided to invite Sir Nicholas to be a special correspondent for the Hogwarts Wizard and to send his Life stories were published in the newspapers."

The discussion grew louder, and everyone was curious about the job of "special reporter".

The life of ghosts is too boring. Although they have endless lives, they do not have any senses. The long years consume their passion, their memory gradually declines, and many ghosts stay in dark corners all day long because they have nothing to do. Moved, and in the end even forgot who he was.

It's terrifying, everyone is desperately looking for something to do, but there are so few options, which is why the Headless Hunters are so popular.

But not everyone's head and body are separate, and most ghosts still have nothing to do all day long.

The special reporter of the newspaper that Ivan said has provided a new direction of choice, but what is "Hogwarts Wizarding", I have never heard of it before.

"The "Hogwarts Wizarding News" is a newspaper dedicated to young wizards in front of the school. At present, the sales volume of each issue has reached 800, and it is still increasing steadily." It seems that everyone's doubts are seen, Ai Wen explained "We have in-depth partnerships with mainstream media such as the Daily Prophet, Wizards Weekly, The Quibbler, and for example, this article on Sir Nicholas' life will be published in the Daily Prophet at the same time. superior."

Ai Wen's voice just fell, and the pot almost exploded below.

Nearly headless Nick's life will appear in the Daily Prophet, an unprecedented honor for a ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years.

Everyone stared straight at Nick with envy and jealousy on their faces.

It took a full minute for Nick to react. He looked at Ai Wen excitedly and thanked him for everything he had done for himself. He was completely touched. I believe that if he could cry, he would be in tears by now.

Ivan's words helped Nick win the respect of all the ghosts, the death party was back on track, and no one paid attention to Patrick and his Headless Hunters.

The ghosts came forward to congratulate Nick in turn, and then floated over to surround Ivan, Harry, and Hermione, eagerly asking if there was still a vacancy for the "special reporter" job.

Ai Wen naturally refuses to come, and the more press releases, the better.

There are nearly a thousand ghosts here, all over the UK, and not all, and if they and their friends can be persuaded to gather news for themselves, Hogwarts Witcher's sources could soon surpass that of The Daily Prophet.

Looking at the enthusiasm of these ghosts, Ivan was even considering finding someone to be responsible for recording their life stories and various magical studies.

However, this work is too huge and boring, and ordinary little wizards are simply incompetent. Let's talk about it later when you have money and can hire specialized staff.

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