A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 75 Ghost Festival
At nine o'clock in the evening, the ghost band playing the saw on the stage floated down, and the piercing sound that tested the human auditory nerve finally stopped.For a moment, the already crowded room was eerily quiet.

Owen stepped onto the high stage and looked at the silver-white figures crowded with people under the stage. Being stared at by so many ghosts, he was quite nervous, even his body seemed to be freezing cold.Fortunately, he was used to seeing big scenes in his previous life, and performed on stage a lot, so now he doesn't have stage fright at all.

He gracefully bowed to the audience, pointed his wand at his throat, and said "loud voice", then opened his arms warmly with a smile, and a clear and loud voice filled the entire conference room: "Ladies, sir Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hogwarts! Welcome to this unprecedented event!"

Owen glanced down the stage, and saw that the ghosts were all frozen and looking forward to it, and saw Harry and the others sitting around a table with dazed expressions.Beside a table by the window, he also saw an unexpected figure.

Albus Dumbledore!
Wearing a bright purple robe, the old man with white beard and white hair was sitting with a ghost with the same beard and was looking at the surrounding ghosts with interest.As if sensing Owen's gaze, he exchanged glances with Owen and blinked his blue eyes mischievously.

"Tsk, is the principal so free?" Owen thought to himself.Obviously, Dumbledore came here to join in the fun when he had nothing to do.

He nodded slightly to Dumbledore, and continued: "Today, we have invited three important and well-known figures. I believe that many people present have grown up listening to their legendary stories..."

"Let us have the brave knight Francis, the just Sir Stuart, and the wise and kind Lady Elizabeth!"

Irving also had no intention of warming up, but went straight to the point.The ghosts in the audience come from different eras, and there are big differences in thinking and concepts, and they are all ghosts, so they can't be warmed up.

He stretched out his hand towards the black velvet curtain at the back of the stage. Amidst the screams and cheers of the ghosts, three silver-white figures drifted out leisurely.When passing by Owen, they all glanced sideways at him in unison before meeting the ghosts who approached enthusiastically.

Cavalier Francis is a burly ghost in tattered armor, riding a majestic ghostly steed with a broken sword at his waist.He had a handsome face and a friendly smile, and was soon surrounded by the ghosts of the Headless Hunters, patting them on the shoulder encouragingly.Nick, who was almost headless, was squeezed into the outermost circle, and was running around in a hurry.

Sir Stuart was wearing a gorgeous aristocratic dress, with two exquisite mustaches, dressed meticulously, and his movements were elegant and reserved.He shook hands politely with a large group of scholars and ghosts dressed as nobles, and graciously greeted the ghost band who had played the saw before.

Ms. Elizabeth is a lady with a dull face. She wears a long skirt similar to a nun's costume, barefoot, and has a beautiful face with no expression, like a hollow doll.The long hair that should have been black was dancing in the air, and the hem of the skirt didn't move automatically, as if it was going to ride the wind at any time.

She nodded indifferently to the ghosts around her. Facing the chattering voices around her, her wooden face moved, and she slowly squeezed out a faint and stiff smile.The fat monk spoke to her in a lively and cheerful tone, and she responded seriously, but her eyes seemed to be looking at nothingness.

Owen looked at Ms. Elizabeth with some surprise. This ghost was known for his benevolence and kindness during his lifetime. He was a great healer who saved countless people... He didn't expect this lady to be so indifferent. See, she's not all that difficult to reach.

Most importantly, Owen found that the other party seemed to be looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, with confusion and doubts on his face.Those beautiful but empty eyes were not the silver-white of ghosts, but a deep red, which is an incredible situation for ghosts.

"What are you doing?" Owen touched his chin.He is not very familiar with the ghost who likes "Othello", and he does not think that he is so special that he can impress a ghost who has survived a long time and has seen a lot.

He quietly withdrew from the stage, leaving it to the ghosts.Soon, the harsh music sounded again, and the ghosts happily danced various dances on the dance floor, and their figures were everywhere on the ground and in the air.

Owen leaned against the wall and watched the lively and weird ball with a smile, pinched his earlobes helplessly, took out two balls of tissues from his pocket, crumpled them up, and planned to stuff them into his ears.Melet crawled from his pocket onto his shoulder, her golden eyes were wide open, and her big ears were trembling with the ugly music.

"Ms. Gray, do you think this kind of music sounds good?" Owen curiously asked the quiet ghost beside him.

"Yes, this kind of voice will please our ears." The ghost of Ravenclaw looked at the stage from a distance with a sad expression, then floated lightly in front of Owen, and said calmly, "I can let you Listen to the voice in our ears."

She stretched out her hands to Owen, and her silver-white palms were pressed against his ears, as if holding his cheeks.The cold and empty palm passed through his ears, and Owen only felt that his ears seemed to be filled with frozen lake water, and the voices of the surrounding ghosts talking loudly seemed to come from across a layer of water, becoming blurred and distant.

Only the ear-piercing scratching sound could be heard clearly. The melody is melodious and cheerful. It is a beautiful dance music that Owen has never heard before. The gorgeous and long tone is the violin, and the tinkling is the piano...

"It's really sweet." Owen said softly, and found that his own voice seemed to come from a long distance.

Ms. Gray seemed to smile slightly at him, and her beautiful face, which was always proud and indifferent, softened a little.Immediately afterwards, she withdrew her palm, her expression still so indifferent, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"Ms. Gray, do you want to dance?" Owen extended his palm to her gentlemanly when he heard the music that became harsh again in his ears.

"I don't like to dance with living people." Ms. Gray stared at his palm for a while, then turned her head and said.Immediately afterwards, she stared coldly at a handsome male ghost who enthusiastically came to invite her to dance, until he stared at him and ran away.

Owen watched this scene amusedly, shook his head and said, "Ms. Gray, do you have anything you like?"

"Acquiring knowledge. Although with my current state, knowledge is of little use to me." Ms. Gray glanced at him. Although her expression didn't change, Owen noticed that her mood had changed.

"But learning is endless, and the process of exploring the unknown is always full of surprises." Owen said.

"Maybe." Ms. Gray muttered to herself, and after a moment of silence, she slowly said, "Actually, my mother left a secret room in the school..."

"On the eighth floor of the castle, the Room of Response?" Owen said, "If that's what you're talking about, I've already found it."

Ms. Gray froze in amazement, and seemed annoyed with herself.She finally made up her mind to tell this matter, but she didn't expect the other party to know about it...

"Cough, I found out from the fax machine." Owen coughed softly, "I definitely didn't read your mind."

"You've been looking for that thing for so long, and you wasted your chance on this kind of question?" Ms. Gray said coldly, "So you have passed the test set by my mother? It seems that you have the intelligence that mother values. Wisdom."

Her expression became sarcastic: "Oh, my mother likes it..."

"You haven't entered that secret room, have you?" Owen asked thoughtfully.

"I'm just a ghost that my mother looks down on. I can't get in, and I don't want to go." Ms. Gray said lightly.

Owen looked into her eyes and said sternly: "Actually, knowledge and wisdom are not tested there. Ravenclaw didn't care so much about ingenuity before she passed away, because she found something more important than that."

"what?"

"Family."

"Family love?" Ms. Gray's expression became more mocking, "Why does that person care about family affection? You don't know, since I was sensible, she has never looked at my father and me directly, like a cold machine."

She fell into the distant memory, and said with excitement: "I have always been eager to get her attention, so I tried to make myself smarter and better...but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get her a single sliver I can't even get a word of appreciation. Yes, with such an excellent mother, all the achievements I have achieved are insignificant in comparison..."

"I used to think, if I got the same wisdom as hers, everything would be different..." She said with her eyes blurred, her hands firmly grasping the hem of her skirt.

"So you stole her crown, fled far away, and returned here after you died." Owen said softly.

"Yeah, you knew it from your mother's secret room?" Ms. Gray twitched her lips slightly, "Many years ago, there was also a boy who learned this secret from his mother's secret room. He found out my identity based on it Clues, tricked me out of where the diadem was with sweet words..."

"My mother was angry and hated until she died of illness, she was even ashamed to tell others about my shameful betrayal..." Her hazy lips trembled.

"No, she left with thoughts and apologies for you." Owen raised his hand, stroking the top of the other's head like a kitten, and said sincerely, "She's not real. Indifference, it was only because of a magical sequelae that she fell into an absolutely sane state... before she passed away, she regained her emotions."

"Before she passed away, she just wanted to apologize to you. Maybe she didn't expect your forgiveness. She just hopes that you can live a little easier and don't continue to live in her shadow." Owen said softly.

Ms. Gray stared at him blankly, tears seemed to overflow from her eyes.She grabbed her body and turned her back to Owen, as if turning into a silver-white statue, without any movement for a long time.

"What you said...is it true?" After a long silence, she asked slowly.

"Of course." Owen stroked the kitten Lizi in his arms.

"...Thank you for telling me this." She sighed, "Although the long time has made all this meaningless."

"It's meaningful, as long as it makes you feel a little bit better, it's meaningful." Owen said seriously.

Ms. Gray turned her head to look at him for a while, and suddenly revealed a stunning smile, as if shrouded in the early morning mist, mysterious and beautiful: "Little boy, you really can seduce people."

"You can call me Helena," she said softly.

(End of this chapter)