MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 132 Festival

Professor Napp - well, that's it...". A few rubies flew back into the sphere above, though still a considerable number remained.

"Okay, Potter, Malfoy. I think you should go outside in such a fine weather." Professor McGonagall continued enthusiastically.

Harry didn't need her to repeat it, he put his wand back in his robe and walked straight to the gate, never giving Snape or Malfoy a second look. At the castle gate, he noticed Gwen winking at him while hiding.

"Trying for Malfoy?" Gwen joked as Harry approached.

"You went to the professor again? Gwen?" Harry also told a joke.

"Oh, I just bumped into the Dean who came back and revealed the fact that Potter and Malfoy were chatting for the sake of Gryffindor scores...it wasn't a snitch." Wyn wiped the tip of his wand. "I don't want to talk too much, Harry. But thanks to Professor Snape's good potion for Sirius, he can—"

"—I heard that, Gwen," Harry said firmly. "Neville told me. But that doesn't stop me from finding him annoying."

"I don't think he likes you very much either." Gwen immediately reassured the boy, "It's not your fault. I mean, some people may be annoying, but they're not bad..."

Harry pursed his lips at the thought of the man who revealed the prophecy to Voldemort. In his opinion, Snape was by no means a good person, and he couldn't tell the difference between hate and evil now, but he still politely greeted Gwen and started looking for Nick's figure all over the castle.

Ron and Hermione are fully recovered and discharged from the hospital three days before the end of term. Hermione always wanted to mention Sirius, and whenever she said his name, Ron would stop her with a "shh" sound. Harry still didn't know if he wanted to talk about his godfather himself; his thoughts were always changing with his mood. But one thing was clear to him: he wasn't so sad now, and a Sirius who knew nothing more than chocolate frogs and troublemakers was far more acceptable to him than losing his godfather. The only thing he has to worry about is who will take care of Sirius when he returns to 4 Privet Drive in a few days? Although he now knows the reason why he has to go back there every summer, he still hasn't developed a more favorable impression of the place. In fact, he had never been more afraid to go back than he was now.

Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before the end of term. She seemed to have slipped out of the hospital at dinner time, apparently wanting to leave unnoticed. Unfortunately, she ran into Peeves on the way, and it was at Fred's words that Peeves took this last chance. Gleefully stopped Umbridge at the front, hitting her hard with a cane and a sock full of chalk in turn. Many students ran to the porch to see her fleeing, and the deans of the college were half-truths trying to stop them. In fact, Professor McGonagall only made a few weak protests before sitting back behind the desk and regretting that she couldn't deliver Umbridge herself because Peeves had borrowed her crutches.

Outside the Charms classroom, Harry finally saw a translucent body drifting across the hallway.

"Hey-hey, Nick! Nick!" The ghost came out of the wall, revealing an exaggerated feathered hat and a dangerously shaking head, Sir Nicholas.

"Good evening," he said, pulling the rest of his body out of the solid stone wall, smiling at Harry. "Looks like I'm not the only one late?" he sighed. "Although, our moods are very different, of course?"

"Nick, I have something to ask you, okay?"

A peculiar look crossed the face of Nick, who was almost headless. He tucked a finger into his neck and struggled to adjust the stiff ring, apparently to give himself time to think. He didn't stop thinking about it until the head with a severed neck almost fell off.

"Er—now, Harry?" Nick asked in a panic, "Can we wait until after the banquet is over?"

"No—Nick—help," Harry said, "I really need to talk to you, here, okay?"

Harry opened the door of the nearest classroom, and Nick, who was almost headless, sighed.

"Oh, all right," he said resignedly, "I can't pretend I didn't think about it."

Harry opened the door to let him in, but he slipped through the wall.

"Think of what?" Harry asked, closing the door.

"Thinking of you coming to me," Nick said, at which point he slid to the window again, looking out at the pitch-dark field, "Sometimes, it happens... when someone is in pain When...because I lost..."

"Yes," said Harry, not wanting to be misunderstood, "you're right. I—so I came to you."

Nick said nothing.

"It's like this-" said Harry, finding it more embarrassing than he thought, "It's like-you're dead, but you're still here, right? ?"

Nick sighed, still staring at the field outside the window.

"I got it right, didn't I?" Harry stared, "You're dead, but I can still talk to you...you can at Hogwarts, and any It's all over the place, isn't it?"

"Good," Nick said, almost headless, "I can walk around and talk, not bad."

"So, you came back from there, didn't you?" Harry asked eagerly. Nick still didn't say a word, and he added impatiently: "People can come back, right? Come back as ghosts. They don't have to disappear completely, do they?"

Nick, almost headless, hesitated and said, "Not everyone can come back as a ghost."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked hastily.

"Only...only wizards."

"Oh," said Harry, relieved, and he almost laughed, "Okay, that's good, the guy I'm talking about is a wizard, so he can come back, yes Bar?"

"He may not come back."

"Who?"

"Sirius Black," Nick said.

"But you're back!" Harry said angrily. "You're back—you're dead, but you're not gone—"

"Wizards can leave their mark on the world, so that they can walk powerless where they have lived and walked." Nick said bitterly, "But Few wizards would choose this path."

"Why?" Harry asked. "Anyway—it doesn't matter—whether it's normal or not, Sirius doesn't mind, he'll be back, I know he will!"

Harry was firm in his own thoughts, actually turned his head, observed the movement of the door, and asked him for a moment that he was sure he was about to see Sirius, pearl white, transparent, But he happily entered from the door and walked towards him.

"He's not coming back." Nick repeated, "If given the choice, he'll… go on."

"What do you mean, 'go down'?" Harry asked hastily, "where?"

"I can't answer," Nick said.

"You're dead, aren't you?" Harry said angrily, "who else can answer this question better than you?"

"I'm afraid of death," Nick said softly, "I chose to stay behind. Sometimes I also wonder if I shouldn't... well, the **** doesn't want the sun... In fact, I It doesn't belong to this side, and it doesn't belong to that side..." He smiled bitterly. "Sirius has only half stepped into death, but I dare say that if half of his soul could make a decision, he would have walked on bravely. I don't know the secrets of death. Harry, I believe in the Department of Mysteries. Men of learning are working on this—"

"Don't tell me about that place!" Harry said aggressively.

"I'm sorry I can't give you more help," Nick said softly, "All I can say is that he's not quite dead after all—then...then, forgive me...the banquet, You know..." He went, leaving Harry alone, staring blankly at the wall where he disappeared.

Harry thought he could get back half of his godfather's lost soul, but his hopes were dashed and the ghost couldn't bring back his former godfather. He walked slowly back in the empty castle, in a mixed mood.

He turned the corner and walked towards the corridor where the fat lady was, and saw someone was putting up a notice on the bulletin board on the wall in front of him. Harry glanced again and saw that it was Luna. There was nowhere to hide, she must have heard his footsteps, but Harry barely had the strength to avoid anyone at the moment anyway.

"Hello," Luna said vaguely, turning her head to glance at him, and walking over from the bulletin board.

"Why aren't you at the banquet?" Harry asked.

"Oh, a lot of my stuff is gone." Luna said calmly, "You know, someone took them and hid them. But because today is the last night. I have to get it back, so I'm posting a notice."

She pointed to the bulletin board, she had indeed pinned down the list of books and clothes she had lost, asking people to return it.

"How could they hide your stuff?" he asked Luna, frowning.

"Oh...this..." She shrugged. "You know, I think they think I'm a little weird. In fact, some people call me Crazy Lovegood." Harry Look at her, just surging