Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 562: Changes of Ghosts
"What are you doing?" Just as Harry was thinking bitterly about what had just happened, Ginny in his arms blushed and made a sound as small as a mosquito's.

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

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

Meanwhile, a huge wave of emotion was rising in Harry's heart.

Ginny!

He had actually just forgotten about Ginny!

He subconsciously felt relieved.

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

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

You know, when he was acting like a pig just now, Gin Nicole was in his arms.

"Here." Harry quickly served Ginny another serving of fish soup de Provence.

"how?

What about Gabrielle?

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

Furong took the food from Ryan and rolled her eyes at him. "She?

She's so excited—to meet you.

So much so that I didn't sleep all night.

Mom and Dad were furious because Gabrielle had never behaved like this 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, it’s not against the rules.

You and I—" Ryan clapped his hands twice.

In response, Furong pretended to be angry and said, "You are so bad~"

Then again, “I like it so much.”

After playing around for a while, Furong started to act out for no reason, "Why don't you praise me?

I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

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

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

Seeing Furong 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 Furong's head with his left hand, and the method of entering the Room of Requirement, the time of the appointment, and the slogan for entering all came to Furong's mind.

Harry felt terribly guilty.

He wondered if Ryan had expected this.

Faced with 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 the dessert after the meal couldn't pull him out of this mood.

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

"Here, your favorite." Ginny brought another large plate full of syrupy fruit pies.

The students were all full and the noise in the auditorium gradually became noisy.

Everyone started discussing what had just happened.

However, Harry and the others were very quiet.

Harry remained silent because he felt guilty.

Ginny looked at him lovingly.

After eating and drinking, Ron began to look at Krum at the Durmstrang table.

Lisa Dupin and Padma on the opposite side also quieted down in this strange atmosphere, tasting the novel desserts at a much slower speed than the people around them. "By the way, why don't I see Ms. Grey?" Michael, who was opposite to Harry's left, that is, opposite the Beauxbatons girl, looked up into the air.

"It would be nice if Ms. Grey were here. I would like to talk about poetry with her and look at the stars and the moon." Terry, who was good at astronomy, also said.

Obviously, the ghosts now look almost the same as living people, which makes them have different ideas.

They all want to become friends of life and death with the most beautiful lady in the ghost world - Mrs. Grey.

"Good evening, I heard you talking about Ms. Grey?" Almost Headless Nick floated down from the air holding a glass of translucent unknown liquor.

Michael and Terry nodded repeatedly.

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

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

"You can perform magic? Without a wand!" Michael exclaimed.

“Now we can all work magic.

Almost the same as when alive.

But our magic is very strange. It requires an extra step before casting - creation.

When we don't create magic, it's as if it doesn't exist." Nick sighed.

And he pulled his neck which was still half broken.

“Ms. Gray has been working on this project recently.

She believed that as a daughter of Ravenclaw, it was her responsibility to study her mother's achievements thoroughly.

Figure out why our magic works like this?

Is there not enough food?
Why don’t we need to defecate (above, an unknown ghost said loudly and mischievously: this made some ghost dogs very disappointed)?
When can we have contact with living people? "At this point, Nick stretched out a translucent finger and pierced through Terry's cheek.

"It feels different!" Terry said suddenly.

He brushed a hand over the area he had just been penetrated, “Going through your bodies before was like being drenched in a bucket of ice water.

But now it’s like a warm current rushing through my veins.”

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

So he quickly took out a translucent notebook and said, "I need to write this down. This is a major discovery.

Child, what is your name?
If it is really useful, maybe your name will be added to Ghost Weekly. "Terry blushed, and after hesitating for a moment, he said: "Terry Butt."

"Butter? Is Webber Butt your ancestor?" Seeing Terry nod, Nick continued, "Why aren't you in the United States?

Although Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is not as good as Hogwarts, it is still a good choice considering the distance.

It's not bad.

After all, it was founded by the direct descendants of the Big Four. But compared to these——" Nick glanced cautiously at the long table of three schools next to Slytherin.

“Our ancestors were Irish.

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

His parents also died as a result.

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

Nick, the Bute you mentioned should be the descendants of Chadwick Bute.

They stayed in the United States.

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

He seemed very proud that his ancestors chose to return to their hometown.

As he put it, he has a British stomach and has long been accustomed to British fish and chips.

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

"What's that Ghost Weekly?" Harry couldn't help asking.

He had just been distracting himself by listening to the conversation between Nick, Terry and Michael.

(End of this chapter)