HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP approached the magic world (

Harry's breath misted the surface of the mirror.

He brought the mirror closer, and intense excitement swept all over him, but the blinking eyes looking at him behind the mist were undoubtedly his own.

He wiped the mirror clean, and said Sirius's name verbatim again, every syllable could be heard clearly throughout the room.

"Sirius Black!"

Nothing happened.

The frustrated face looking at him in the mirror is still his own.

Harry muttered to himself that Sirius didn't bring a mirror when he went into the arch, so this mirror doesn't work anymore.

Harry froze for a moment, then jerked the mirror into the box. The mirror broke.

In the hopeful minute just now, he was still convinced that he could see Sirius again and talk to Sirius again.

His throat was so disappointed that there was a fire in his eyes; he got up and threw his things into the box indiscriminately, covering it on the broken mirror-suddenly a thought came to his mind.

A better idea than a mirror, a better and more effective idea, why didn’t he think of it before—

Why did he never ask?

He rushed out of the dormitory, rushed down the spiral staircase, and banged his head against the wall.

He didn’t care, and then quickly passed through the empty common room, through the portrait hole, and ran down the corridor, ignoring the fat lady yelling behind him: "The banquet is about to begin, you know, you It will make it a lot more attractive."

But Harry didn't plan to attend the party at all.

How can this be? When you don't need it, there are ghosts everywhere, and it's just when you need it now.

He ran down the stairs and continued to dash down the corridor, no matter whether it was a dead or alive, he did not encounter one.

They all seemed to be in the hall. Outside the curse classroom, he stopped, breathless, and thought sullenly. It seems that he has to wait a little longer until the banquet is over.

However, just as he was discouraged, he saw a translucent body floating horizontally at the end of the corridor.

"Hey—hey, Nick! Nick!"

The ghost withdrew his head from the wall, revealing a very exaggerated feather hat and a dangerously swaying head. It was Nick who was almost headless.

"good evening,"

He said, pulling the rest of his body out of the solid stone wall, and smiling at Harry.

"It seems that I am not the only one who is late?" He sighed, "Although, our mood is very different, of course..."

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

A strange expression slipped across Nick, who was almost headless.

He tucked a finger into his neck and strenuously adjusted the stiff ring-shaped collar, obviously he was giving himself time to think about it. He didn't stop thinking about it until the head whose neck had been cut partly almost fell off.

"Uh-now, Harry?" Nick asked in a panic. "Can you wait until the party 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 nearly headless Nick sighed.

"Oh, all right,"

He said obediently, "I can't pretend I didn't expect this."

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

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

"Thinking that you would come to me."

Nick said that at this time he slid to the window again, looking at the pitch black field outside the window, "Sometimes, there will be such a situation, when someone is in pain, because they have lost..."

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

Nick said nothing.

"It's like this—" Harry said, finding it more embarrassing than he thought. "It's like this—you're dead, but you can stay here, right?"

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

"I was right, didn't I?" Harry asked, staring at him, "You are dead, but I can still talk to you now... You can walk around in Hogwarts, anywhere, right? "

"Yes," said Nick, who was almost headless. "I can walk around and talk. That's good."

"So, you came back from there, didn't you?"

Harry asked eagerly, but Nick still said nothing, he added impatiently:

"People can come back, right?

Returning as ghosts, they don't have to disappear completely, do they? "

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

"What do you mean?" Harry asked quickly.

"Only...only wizards."

"Oh," Harry breathed a sigh of relief and almost laughed. "Okay, that's it. The man I'm talking about is a wizard, so he can come back, right?"

"He won't be back."

"Who?"

"Sirius Black."

"But you are back!"

Harry was angry: "You are back—you are dead, but you haven't disappeared—"

"Wizards can leave their own mark in this world, so ~www.wuxiahere.com~ they can walk feebly where they lived and walked."

Nick said bitterly: "But few wizards would choose this path."

"why?"

Harry asked, "Anyway-it doesn't matter-whether this is normal or not, Sirius will not mind, he will come back, I know he will!"

Harry was unwavering in his thoughts. He actually turned his head and observed the movement of the door. For a moment he asked if he was sure he was about to see Sirius, pearly white and transparent, but he came in beamingly through the door. Walk towards him.

"He won't be back."

Nick repeated: "He will go on."

"What do you mean, go on?"

Harry hurriedly asked: "Where are you going? Listen—what exactly happened when you died? Where have you been? Why doesn't everyone come back? Why are ghosts everywhere here? Why..."

"I can't answer."

"You are dead, aren't you?"

Harry was very angry: "Who can answer this question better than you?"

"I'm afraid of death,"

Nick said softly, "I chose to stay behind.

Sometimes I wonder if it shouldn’t be. Okay, just don’t let the sun not accept the underworld. In fact, I neither belong here nor over there. "

He gave a wry smile. "I don't understand the secret of death, Harry, I believe the scholars in the Department of Mysteries are studying this—"

"Don't mention that place to me!"

"I'm sorry I can't help you more," Nick said softly, "Then, please forgive me... the party, you know."

He left, leaving Harry there alone, staring blankly at the wall where he disappeared.