However, after that, Allen and Luna tried to scare Helena by shouting behind her back. They also tried to create terrifying magical creatures to suddenly jump out from behind her to scare her. They even found some classic Muggle comedies, tragedies, and thrillers … But without exception, Helena's expression remained calm. There was almost no change in her expression.
After several failures, the parents were still not discouraged. They discussed their next plan in the room. Allen sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. His index finger and middle finger flicked rapidly on the sofa's armrest. "Do you have any good ideas?"
Luna was silent for a moment before she suddenly jumped out of the room. After a while, she stuffed a bottle of hazelnut jam into Allen's hand. "Go to the toilet, Allen."
Allen blinked and instantly understood. He took the bottle of hazelnut jam to the toilet and sat on the toilet. After waiting for a few minutes, Allen suddenly began to call Helena's name loudly. "Helena, there's no more toilet paper. This time, I want you to pass something to dad, so I don't plan to clean it up. Helena, go get me a roll of tissue paper."
Helena, who was chatting with Owen and Morgan Floyd, heard her father's call. She immediately responded loudly, "Dad, I'm coming." Then, she borrowed the roll of tissue paper from her grandmother. Helena held it with both hands and began to walk towards the toilet where Allen was.
"Take a picture as a memento." Luna appeared on the other side of the corridor. She was holding the camera that Alan gave her. She pretended to take pictures of Helena as her daughter ran over to get toilet paper and pretended to record this moment.
Helena was happy to be able to do something for her father. When she saw her mother's actions, Ravenclaw's School Ghost's actions became more appropriate. She deliberately used the etiquette that she learned when she was young to step on the ground. Although she was expressionless, her steps were light and graceful. Soon, she held a roll of toilet paper and arrived in front of the toilet door.
"Kacha, kacha, kacha." Luna kept pressing the shutter, recording these images one by one.
In the toilet, Allen opened the door slightly and said to Helena, "Reach your hand in and pass it to me through the gap in the door." Helena held a roll of white tissue paper in her hand. She reached in through the gap in the door and passed the paper to Allen.
"I can't reach it!" Allen shouted from inside.
Helena turned sideways and squatted in a ladylike posture. She continued to reach in with her hand. After she was done, she turned around and walked briskly. She maintained the posture of a well-educated lady with her hands crossed in front of her. She looked down expressionlessly at Luna who was taking pictures with her. She asked her mother to take a few pictures of her face.
After taking a few more steps, Helena suddenly stopped in her tracks. She felt that something was wrong with her hands.
Helena lowered her head and opened her hands. She found a dark brown, sticky substance stuck to her right palm. The back of her left hand was also stuck because of her posture. Helena tilted her head and tried her best to recall what this thing was. When her memory of over a thousand years finally matched up with the substance in her hand, the poor girl was completely at a loss. She stood there blankly and could not believe that the thing on her hand was the filth from the depths of her memory. She held her hands together, and the muscles on her face began to twitch. She turned around in disbelief and looked at the toilet that her father said was there.
At this time, Luna, who was holding the camera, had a change in her expression. She began to smile. She kept taking pictures, chasing after her daughter's movements and facial expressions.
After confirming what was on her hands, the female ghost, who had not experienced any emotional changes for a thousand years, could not help but cry out loud. Although she could not shed tears because of her form, she quickly turned around and walked to the stairs on the side, trembling, and sat down on the stairs.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? "Allen, who was in the toilet, shouted at Helena, as if he already knew the answer.
Luna seemed to have a big emotional reaction, which was rare for her. While she sneered, she remembered to follow her daughter and began to record her situation with the camera.
Helena wanted to cry and ask her mother for help, but when she stretched out her hands, which were covered with the dark brown substance, she realized that her mother not only had no intention of helping her, but was also happily recording her sorry state with the camera. So, the female ghost sat on the stairs and cried even louder. At least, this behavior was in line with what Dumbledore said when Allen entered the first grade. Crying! Residue! Twist! Crying in the middle …
In such a strong feeling of despair, Helena completely forgot that as long as she turned back into a ghost, the dirty things on her hands would automatically fall off. She just stared at her mother with her eyes wide open, as if complaining. Then, she turned around and did not look at Luna anymore. She tried to cry on the stairs, but then she was worried about the things in her hands, so she raised her arms. For a moment, she was in a dilemma, and her crying face began to twitch irregularly.
"Helena, my good granddaughter, what's wrong with you?" Morgan Florey and Owen heard Helena's crying and hurried over. When they saw Helena sitting on the stairs, they asked anxiously. In their knowledge, they had never seen Helena lose her composure like this.
A figure flashed in the portrait hanging on the wall of the staircase. Helga's cries could be heard. It was Helga in the kitchen portrait. Hufflepuff also rushed over to check on the situation.
Helena, on the other hand, acted as if she had found someone to rely on. She stretched out her hands to Morgan Florey and sobbed without saying a word.
The dirty things on Helena's fair hands were an eyesore. Morgan Florey glanced at them and then saw Luna who was still taking photos. He then looked in the direction of the bathroom door and leaned over to sit beside Helena. He held his granddaughter's hands and lowered his head to smell them. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Clean it up."
Morgan Florey patted his granddaughter's clean hands and comforted her, "It's just hazelnut sauce. It's not dirty."
"Morgan Florey, it must be Luna's idea to beat her up for me." Helga, who was standing at the side, also reacted and shouted, "Use the incantation I taught you before."
Luna, who was still holding her camera, was still staring at her daughter's crying face. However, when she heard Helga's roar, her body automatically quivered and the smile on her face froze. She immediately put down her camera and stopped taking photos. She also subconsciously took a few steps back.
Morgan Florey quickly stood up. He waved his wand that had turned into a whip with one hand and lifted the corner of his long skirt with the other. He quickly rushed towards Luna, leaving a series of rapid footsteps on the floor. Although the whip was fierce, it didn't hit Luna's body heavily. Luna was Loina Loina. Morgan Florey couldn't let go of Ravenclaw's identity.
"You damned crow! I just thought that you two were finally reliable. You let Helena touch things again, and now you're playing this trick on me?! " Hufflepuff waved his feather duster in the portrait and urged Morgan Florey, "Hit her hard, Morgan Florey! Whip her hard! "
Morgan Florey didn't know if he listened to Helga's words or if he really increased the force of his whip on Luna after seeing that she didn't react. Her Highness? Her Highness?
Whoosh ~ Smack! Whoosh ~ Smack! Whoosh ~ Smack!
"Auger! Auger! Auger! Helga, I was wrong! Morgan Florey, I was wrong! Don't hit me! " Luna, whose hand was grabbed by Allen's mother, cried out in pain. She tried her best to dodge and used her other hand to protect her Highness. She couldn't break free and could only beg for mercy. Her usual absent-minded and somewhat superior expression was completely gone at this time.
"Mom, Luna, she's not …" Allen, who heard something wrong, rushed out of the bathroom and wanted to dissuade Morgan Florey. "Mom, we have a reason …"
It would have been better if he didn't dissuade his mother. Morgan Florey, who heard Allen's voice and realized his existence, suddenly turned around and changed his target. He whipped Allen. Morgan Florey didn't have any scruples when it came to his son. The overwhelming whipping made Allen grimace in pain.
Whoosh ~ Smack! Whoosh ~ Smack! Whoosh ~ Smack!
"Auger! Auger! Auger! Mom, I was wrong too! Don't hit me! "
This time, it was the white-haired wizard's turn to try his best to protect his Highness. When Allen looked up, he saw Owen, who was laughing from ear to ear. Harris, he rolled his eyes and immediately shouted to his mother, Morgan Florey, "This is the idea that father gave us! He said that Helena's expression would change this way! "
Owen's smile also froze. He noticed that as his son framed him, the people in the room, including the people in the portrait, began to stare at him. The new minister of the Ministry of Magic, who was known for his art of language, trembled. He muttered, "I'm not. I didn't. Don't talk nonsense." The reflection of his eyes, the whip that his wife, Morgan Florey, transformed with her wand became bigger and bigger.
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