Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 562 The Changes of Ghosts

"What are you doing?" Just as Harry was thinking bitterly about everything that had just happened, Ginny in his arms blushed and made a sound as small as a mosquito.

She broke away from his arms and returned to her seat.

Ginny's perspective just now - Harry suddenly hugged her in his arms.

And Harry's heart was full of huge waves.

Ginny!

He actually forgot about Ginny just now!

He subconsciously felt lucky.

If it weren't for Ryan's magic, people around him would ignore him and the Beauxbatons girl.

Then - Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You know, when he was just a pig brother, Ginny was in his arms.

"Come." Harry hurriedly served Ginny another serving of Provence fish soup.

"What?

Where's Gabrielle?

Isn't she coming?" Ryan smiled and served Fleur some authentic British fish and chips.

Fleur took the food Ryan brought and rolled her eyes at Ryan. "She?

She was so excited - because she was going to see you.

She didn't sleep all night.

Mom and Dad were furious. Gabrielle had never behaved so badly in front of them.

As a result, she won't be able to go to Hogwarts until next month."

"It's just staying up late. That's not bad at all.

You and I -" Ryan clapped his hands twice.

In response, Fleur pretended to be angry, "You are so bad~"

Then, "I like it so much."

After playing for a while, Fleur started to act like a spoiled child for no reason, "Why don't you praise me?

I have been waiting for a long time."

Ryan shrugged, "Ravenclaw is not as good as it is introduced.

If it weren't for my intervention, little Luna would be excluded in Ravenclaw just like Maxim, the founder of Beauxbatons."

Seeing Fleur pouting in dissatisfaction, Ryan leaned his head on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "But there is still a reward.

I am yours tonight."

Ryan touched the back of Fleur's head with his left hand, and the method of entering the Room of Requirement, the time of the date, and the slogan of entering were all transmitted to Fleur's mind.

Harry felt very guilty.

He didn't know if Ryan had expected this.

Facing Ginny, who knew nothing and fed him from time to time, Harry finally broke free from the spider web woven by the charm of the Beauxbatons girl.

However, this made it almost impossible for him to raise his head.

Even after the main meal, the dessert could not make him get rid of this mood.

"Here, Harry, try this. I just tasted it, it's delicious." Ginny handed over a strange, white milk jelly.

"Here, your favorite." Ginny brought another full plate of syrup fruit pie.

The classmates were full and the sound of the hall gradually became noisy.

Everyone started to discuss everything just now.

However, Harry and his side were very quiet.

Harry kept silent because of guilt.

Ginny looked at him affectionately.

And Ron, after eating and drinking, began to look at Krum at the table of Durmstrang.

Lisa Dupin and Padma on the opposite side also quieted down in this strange atmosphere, tasting the novel desserts at a slower speed than the people around them.

"By the way, why don't I see Lady Grey?" Michael, who was opposite to Harry's left, that is, opposite the Beauxbatons girl, looked up at the sky.

"It would be great if Lady Grey was here. I want to talk to her about poetry and songs, and look at the stars and the moon." Terry, who was good at astronomy, also said.

Obviously, the ghosts now look like living people, which makes them think differently.

They all want to become friends of life and death with the flower of the high mountain among the ghosts - Lady Grey.

"Good evening, I heard you talking about Lady Grey?" Nick, who was almost headless, floated down from the air with a glass of translucent unknown liquor.

Michael and Terry nodded repeatedly.

"Wait, clean it up!" Nick closed his eyes and concentrated.

Then, with a burst of white light, the red sauce on Terry's mouth disappeared.

"You can cast magic? No wand!" Michael exclaimed.

"We can all cast magic now.

It's almost the same as when we were alive.

But our magic is very strange. We need an extra step before casting - manufacturing.

When we don't make magic, it seems to be non-existent." Nick sighed.

And pulled his neck, which was still half broken.

"Ms. Grey has been studying this project recently.

She thinks that as the daughter of Ravenclaw, she has the responsibility to study her mother's achievements.

Find out why our magic is like this?

Is it because we don't eat enough?

Why don't we need to excrete (above, an unknown ghost said mischievously loudly: This made some ghost dogs very disappointed)?

When can we come into contact with living people?" At this point, Nick stretched out a translucent finger and pierced through Terry's cheek.

"It feels different!" Terry suddenly said.

He brushed his hand over the part of his body that had just been penetrated, "Before, penetrating your body was like pouring a bucket of ice water.

But now it's like a warm current rushing through my veins."

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"Indeed, our accumulation often causes cold currents, which makes living people feel like they are in a refrigerator. But now--" Nick looked at the students around him, and there was no sign of cold.

So he quickly took out a translucent notebook, "I'll write this down. This is a major discovery.

Child, what's your name?

If it's really useful, maybe your name will be added to Ghost Weekly." Terry blushed, and he hesitated for a moment and said, "Terry Boot."

"Booth? Is Webber Boot your ancestor?" Seeing Terry nod, Nick continued, "Why are you not in the United States?

Although Ilvermorny School of Magic is not as good as Hogwarts, considering the distance.

It's not bad.

After all, it is a school founded by the direct descendants of the Big Four. But compared with these--" Nick carefully glanced at the long table of three schools next to Slytherin.

"Our ancestors were Irish.

When he and his parents went on an adventure in North America, they encountered danger.

His parents died.

He and his brother Chadwick were adopted by Isolt Sayre, a descendant of Slytherin.

The Boot you mentioned, Nick, should refer to the descendants of Chadwick Boot.

They stayed in the United States.

Unlike us, we chose to return to the UK." Terry was very excited about this.

He seemed to be very proud of his ancestors' choice to return to their hometown.

According to him, he has a British stomach and has long been accustomed to British fish and chips.

"Okay, I'll add all these, descendants of Webber Boot." Nick said to himself.

"What's the matter with that Ghost Weekly?" Harry finally couldn't help it.

He had just been listening to the conversation between Nick, Terry and Michael to divert his attention.