A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 31 Ghost Gathering

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Has it been more than 300 years? Our party has not been attended by a living person for more than 300 years..."

The Gryffindor ghost exclaimed heartily: "Welcome, I mean, of course!"

"Hello, Sir Nicholas." Owen nodded to him, and then greeted the bloody man Barrow floating silently in the corner, "Hello, Sir Barrow."

The Gryffindor ghost happily spun twice in the air, perhaps because he was finally being addressed as "Sir Nicholas" instead of "Nearly Headless Nick".Although the students called his nickname without malice, "nearly headless" has been his biggest pain for 500 years... How he wishes his head could be taken off his neck completely.

Owen's arrival made the lifeless ghost party a lot more lively. Many ghosts who rarely had contact with students were willing to come over to say hello and see what this little guy who dared to participate in the ghost party was like.

In a blink of an eye, Owen was surrounded by silver-white ghosts, making him feel that the temperature around him was even lower.He had to move carefully so as not to pass through the body of a ghost.

Almost all the ghosts welcomed Owen's arrival, and they probably hoped that this dead party could add a little breath of life. Only a few ghosts wandered outside, looking indifferent to everything.

After the not-too-long welcome meeting, Owen found a chair and sat down, watching the ghosts flying around and discussing some messy things with great interest.

Sitting not far from him was a dumpy ghost girl with a melancholy and gloomy face under thick glasses.After staring at Owen's curious eyes for a moment, her silver-white and transparent cheeks turned milky-white, and after a loud cry, she buried her head in the desk.

"Are you Myrtle?" Owen said.

The ghost girl suddenly appeared from under the desk, half of her body was still under the desk.She stared straight at Owen, tears welled up in her small transparent eyes: "You know my name!" She held her cheek nervously.

Owen showed an embarrassed but polite smile, then looked away, listening carefully to the topics discussed by the ghosts.

Most of the discussions of the ghosts who have existed for a long time are lacklustre.For example, when will a ghost's death-day party be held, how many people will be invited, or who will be going where to a certain party.Other than that, they spent most of their time discussing how to deal with the annoying Peeves.

As a special kind of ghost, Peeves can touch not only real objects, but also ghosts.Peeves likes to tease students and castle administrators, and also likes to make fun of the ghosts of Hogwarts. Among the ghosts, people almost hate dogs. Only the gentle and fat monk is willing to speak for him.

The ghosts put forward various suggestions one after another, and then they were dismissed one by one. After a long time, no useful solution was discussed, but most of the ghosts were interested.Ms. Gray floated beside Owen with her shoulders in her arms, watching the scene with a cold and proud expression, without expressing any opinion.

"This is a ghost. In the long boring time, even if you are boring to kill time, it becomes an interesting thing." She said softly to Owen.

Owen nodded slightly. He is not a ghost, so he cannot understand some of their psychology.

By the time the topic of the ghosts was almost over, it was almost early morning.Owen finally got a chance to stand up and say his request, while secretly moving his frozen legs under the desk.

"That fax machine? I know that many little guys have been looking for it recently." The fat monk said in a lively and brisk tone, "There are quite a few children who asked me to help find it."

"That's right, I just saw it last night, and I heard it's a kind of...well, a machine from the Muggle world." Nearly Headless Nick nodded.

Owen patted his palm lightly, with a lovely smile on his face: "For some reason..." He showed an unspeakable expression, and continued: "I urgently need an answer to a question. So, I thought of The most informed and well-informed group at Hogwarts..."

"Of course, I'm willing to help you." Myrtle said coyly, "If one day you die, I can allow you to use the same toilet as me..." After she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her cheeks and turned her head got into the wall.

"It doesn't matter, I will help you pay attention." A knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead said casually.

Most of the ghosts gave a nod to it.For them, it is not necessary to look for it, but if they see it, they will probably remember to tell Owen.

But Irving wanted more than that.

If you want to ask people to help you with all your strength, you will naturally have to pay the corresponding rewards.For the ghosts who have existed for an extremely long time, cannot touch real objects, and have lost their senses such as magic power and taste and smell, what interests them is nothing more than interesting things when they come into contact with people, as well as things like reputation, prestige, and sense of accomplishment. Intangible things only.

Just like Nearly Headless Nick dreamed of being in the Headless Hunt, some popular ghost band always had ghosts wanting to join, and a few very famous ghosts had legions of ghost fans...

"I didn't expect you all to be so enthusiastic about helping me," Owen said with a moved face, "Then I should do my best to repay me... Ah, how about this, I wonder if you are interested in helping me at Hogwarts?" How about hosting an unprecedented ghost event?"

"It's like this. I have always had a great affection and curiosity for ghosts. Therefore, I have a little friendship with Knight Francis, Sir Stuart, and Ms. Elizabeth." Owen crossed his fingers on his chest, observing the ghost silently They looked excited, and the smile on the corners of their mouths deepened a little.

"You...you know them?" screamed Nearly Headless Nick. "They are the most famous characters among ghosts! And they live in seclusion and haven't been seen in public for a long time..."

Owen nodded with a reserved expression, and then said with a serious face: "I can try to invite them over. Of course, I can't say absolutely. After all, it depends on their will... But I promise I will do my best to repay you." Your help to me."

"I think that if such a party can be held in the school, Hogwarts will definitely become the center of ghosts in the whole country!" Owen's tone was provocative, making people want to move.

Listening to Owen's persuasive words, the ghosts were filled with longing, and they flew around in mid-air excitedly.There are so many ghosts in the country, they are all over the place, and Hogwarts is just one of them.But if Hogwarts can become the center and holy place, then their status and reputation as masters will be greatly improved.

This is already one of the few things that can make them feel tempting.

"Please give me some time. After all, I need to consult their opinions and coordinate their time." Immediately, Owen said embarrassingly.

"Of course, don't force it, child." The fat monk said very calmly and gently.

Ms. Gray looked at Owen thoughtfully, feeling that he was becoming more and more mysterious.Bloody Barrow's expression was gloomy from the beginning to the end, his dull eyes looked at the floor, and he didn't dare to cast a glance at Ms. Gray.Nearly Headless Nick was ecstatic, like a fan eager to meet his idol.

"Just do it, it doesn't matter if you don't come." Nick reached out and patted Owen on the shoulder, but his arm penetrated into his chest, "You don't need to waste time on the fax machine, we are best at finding things! "

Owen felt as if a jug of ice water had been poured into his chest, and he couldn't help but shiver, and goose bumps popped up.He nodded, tightening the cloak around him.

This ghost party finally ended with the spirits eager to try. After saying goodbye to all the ghosts, Owen walked quickly along the deep corridor to the lounge.

"Huh, it's finally done, I hope I won't overturn the car." He chuckled lightly.

(End of this chapter)