Aphasia at Hogwarts

But that's all. The research on ghosts did not go any further, and Guan Qiong didn't pay too much attention to this aspect. Most of his attention was absorbed by the more interesting spells and history of magic. , is to focus on something special.

For example, the fire dragon, and then the Philosopher's Stone.

Of course, ghosts still have some interesting existences, and ghosts from various places can be seen tonight, so Guan Qiong is very excited.

The four of them walked forward along the aisle, and were soon separated from the laughter and laughter of the banquet. The aisle was full of thin, dark candles, shining blue light, looking extremely gloomy , and the surrounding temperature is getting lower and lower, it seems that they are going to an ice cellar.

"Well, I'm sorry," Ron muttered, tightening his clothes, but that was all.

After all, it is something that has been promised, and they cannot break their promises.

With the sound of scratching music like fingernails scratching a blackboard, the four of Guan Qiong finally saw Nick who was almost headless.

He stood at the door, wearing a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friends." He said in a tone full of infinite sadness, "Welcome, you are welcome, I am so happy to wake up."

Nick took off his feathered hat, and gentlemanly invited them in.

After the four people entered, what they saw was a completely different atmosphere from the one above, but they also supported a lively banquet.

Above the head is a chandelier, in which a thousand black candles are lit, burning a cold blue light. The band uses musical saws to play movements that can make people's hearts tremble, and the milky white ghosts In this movement, wandering and dancing a moving waltz.

The breath of death filled every corner of this place, but their actions seemed to show the world that they were still alive.

Although the form of living is different.

But they were still alive, and unlike the old fellows who lay motionless in their graves, they could still laugh and dance and taste the rotting food.

Although all this is too bizarre and exaggerated in the eyes of living people, it even makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Oh~ God~" Hermione let out a long sigh, and the voice was exhaled with the cold mist.

"Shall we take a look around?" Harry suggested, wanting to walk around and warm his feet along the way.

Hermione nodded and turned her head away, only to find that Guan Qiong who was beside her just now had disappeared.

"Where did Guan Qiong go?" Hermione asked.

"Over there." Ron pointed to a location on the left.

Hermione saw that Guan Qiong was standing in front of a short and fat ghost girl, light was constantly floating out of his hands, and he seemed to be communicating with that girl.

The ghost girl had straight long hair and thick pearl-colored glasses, her face was melancholy and gloomy, but with Guan Qiong's communication, her complexion seemed to become better.

"Oh, my God, it's Weeping Myrtle." Hermione looked over there, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't go there, but said to Harry Ron next to her, "Let's go to another place."

"Who is Moaning Myrtle?" Harry asked, and they walked to the right, rounding the other side.

"A ghost in one of the toilet bowls in the bathroom on the second floor," said Hermione.

Guan Qiong looked at the girl in front of her, and the dots of light in her hands formed a line of words, "So, you mean, after you saw those eyes, you died and then became a ghost."

"Yes yes, yellow eyes that were horribly large, and then my whole body seemed to freeze, as if a pair of huge hands grabbed me." Myrtle said, her voice was very low, her tone was There are memories and a little fluctuation in it.

"Then I came back and turned into a ghost."

Guan Qiong nodded, and looked at Myrtle. From the perspective of magic, Myrtle's body core was filled with ever-changing pure white mist, and the outside was pink with wonderful lines.

The pattern is like the wind in the morning, the sun in the afternoon, and the eyes staring at the setting sun, and it's like a perfect flower and a rainstorm that destroys the flower.

"Ah, why are you looking at me like this?" Myrtle covered her face with her hands shyly, but looked at Guan Qiong through her fingers.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking, since you can leave that bathroom, why did you stay there all the time?" Guan Qiong was puzzled.

The bathroom is not a good place to stay, and even if Myrtle died there, she didn't have to stay there, and she was not an earthbound spirit.

"Ah, what are you talking about." Myrtle put down her hands, with a longing expression on her face, "I'm waiting for someone, and I want to see him again?"

There was no longer a gloomy expression on her face at this time, instead it was full of girlish shyness and innocence.

"he?"

"Well, when I saw those eyes, a person suddenly appeared in front of me." Myrtle's eyes became brighter, as if returning to that day.

"He stood in front of me, but he didn't stop me. I died anyway. He hugged my body and said sorry to me. I felt his body was so warm."

Myrtle put her arms around herself, but felt nothing but cold.

"Then you want to see him?"

Guan Qiong saw that the pure white mist in Myrtle's body seemed to be tumbling because of his problem, and it was stained with some gray and pink.

This phenomenon is rare, Guan Qiong has only seen it once or twice before, and the memory of most ghosts will not change.

"It's okay to want to tell him, I don't blame him," said Myrtle, who seemed to be completely lost in memory, back to the moment before her death.

That was her last memory. She couldn't see that person's face clearly, but she could feel that person saying sorry to her, and that person's voice was very warm, just like his embrace.

Such a warm voice, but with self-blame at that moment.

She doesn't want him to blame himself, she wants to tell him that he is already very powerful, so powerful that she likes him a little bit, and at the same time, she doesn't want him to feel sad because of her.

But Myrtle didn't say it. At the last moment, her body was frozen like a stone statue. In her last memory, the gray of death and the pink of new life coexisted, and they became the two brightest colors in her life. .

"But when I came back later, I couldn't find him again. He wasn't in the school, not a professor, nor a student. He just disappeared like a real ghost." Myrtle said regretfully explain.

"But I figured he'd come back anyway, so I just waited there for him, and kept waiting for him to come back."

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