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"Oh dear," said Hermione sadly.
"Ron, you shouldn't have said that. I was about to stop her." Elwyn looked at Ron angrily.
"Alright, bro!" Ron blushed. "Don't tell me you really like Myrtle, a crying, ugly ghost."
"Ron!" Hermione suddenly raised her voice.
"Of course I don't, but she's an important source of information." Elwyn snorted. "I had something to ask her, but now you've ruined it."
"You should apologize to Myrtle. Although she's not very likable, we shouldn't have said those things about her, especially when Mischievous heard it." Hermione said.
"Apologize?!" Ron's face was as red as his red hair.
"That's right, Ron!" Harry poked him. "I think Elwyn and Hermione are right. We did go overboard on this matter."
"Alright, alright. Since all of you think so, I'll go apologize to her now." Ron took a step back, panting heavily. His face was extremely red.
After that, he turned around and ran out of the underground classroom. The three of them looked at him worriedly.
"Let's go. I just looked around and the food here is not suitable for the living." Elwyn sighed. "And I do have something to ask Myrtle."
Just as the three of them reached the door, Nick, who was almost headless, floated over from the crowd.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear friend?"
"Oh, yes," they lied.
"The numbers are satisfactory." "The wailing widow has come all the way from Kent," said Nick, who was nearly headless. "My time is nearly up."
Nick stopped the band and strode to the podium under a cold blue spotlight.
"My late Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great sadness that —"
Before he could finish, the sound of a hunting horn sounded. The ghosts looked around excitedly, and Nick looked pained.
Suddenly, twelve ghost horses barged in from the walls of the underground classroom. Each horse had a headless rider. Everyone at the party applauded enthusiastically. Elwyn and the others followed suit, but when they saw Nick's expression, they quickly stopped.
The twelve Ghost Horses ran to the center of the dance floor and stopped abruptly. They first stood up on their hind legs, then kicked their hind hooves and charged forward.
The one riding at the very front was a large ghost with a beard tucked under his arm. He was blowing a horn. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
He jumped down from his horse and held his head high in the air so that he could look down at the crowd. They all laughed.
He strode towards Nick, who was almost headless, while carelessly shoving his head into his neck.
"Nick!" he roared. "How are you? Is your head still hanging there?"
He let out a wild laugh and patted Nick, who was almost headless, on the shoulder.
"Welcome, Patrick," Nick said stiffly.
"Living people!"
Mr. Patrick saw Elwyn, Harry and Hermione and pretended to jump in surprise, but his head fell back down. Everyone laughed.
"Very funny," Nick said with a straight face.
"Leave Nick alone!" Mr. Patrick's head shouted from the floor. "He's still mad that we didn't let him join the hunting party, but I mean, look at this guy!"
"I think," Harry noticed Nick's meaningful gaze and remembered their agreement, "Nick is very scary!"
"Haha!"
Mr. Patrick's head shouted. "I guess he told you to say that. WW.AiQuXs.cOM "
Then, ignoring Harry, he began to play a head hockey game with the other members of the Headless Hunters. Everyone turned to watch, and no one paid attention to Nick on the podium.
Seeing Nick's pitiful look, Elwyn sighed and felt the need to do something.
He walked up to the podium, stood next to Nick, and made a loud noise with his wand, attracting everyone's attention again.
"Good evening, everyone. As tonight's special guest, I would like to say a few words from the perspective of a living person."
The ghosts looked at Elwyn curiously, wanting to know what this little wizard had to say. A speech from a living person seemed much more interesting than the Headless Hunters game.
"As a ghost, Sir Nicholas may not look as scary as Mr. Patrick, but he is a very respectable noble, even in the world of the living."
There was a low murmur, and many ghosts expressed doubts about what Elwyn said.
"In order to let more people commemorate the anniversary of his death and thank him for the selfless help he provided me," Elwyn continued. "I have decided to invite Sir Nicholas to be a special correspondent for the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper, and publish his life story in the newspaper."
The murmur grew louder, and everyone was curious about the job of a "special correspondent."
The life of a ghost was too boring. Although they had endless life, they had no senses. The long years consumed their passion, and their memory gradually faded. Many ghosts had nothing to do, so they stayed in dark corners all day, not moving at all. In the end, they even forgot who they were.
This was too scary. Everyone was desperately looking for something to do, but there were very few choices. This was also why the Headless Hunters were so popular.
But not everyone's head and body were separated, and most ghosts still had nothing to do all day.
The newspaper special correspondent that Elwyn mentioned provided a new direction, but what was the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper? They had never heard of it before.
"The Hogwarts Magic Newspaper is a newspaper for young wizards in school. Currently, the number of copies sold per issue has reached 800, and it is steadily increasing." As if sensing everyone's confusion, Elwyn explained, "We have a deep cooperation with mainstream media such as the Daily Prophet, Wizard Weekly, and Dissenters. For example, the article about Sir Nicholas' life will be published in the Daily Prophet at the same time."
As soon as Elwyn finished speaking, the crowd almost exploded.
The life of Nick, who had almost lost his head, would appear in the Daily Prophet. This was an unprecedented honor for a ghost who had been dead for hundreds of years.
Everyone stared straight at Nick, their faces full of envy and jealousy.
After a whole minute, Nick finally reacted. He looked at Ivan excitedly, thanking him for everything he had done for him. He was so touched that he was in a mess. If he could cry, he would have already burst into tears.
Elwyn's words helped Nick win the respect of all the ghosts. The death anniversary party was back on track, and no one paid attention to Patrick and his Headless Hunters anymore.
The ghosts congratulated Nick one by one, then floated over and surrounded Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione. They eagerly asked if the 'special correspondent' job was still open.
Elwyn naturally did not reject any of them. The more articles, the better.
There were nearly a thousand ghosts here, scattered all over England, and not all of them. If he could convince them and their friends to help him collect news, the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper's source of articles would soon surpass the Daily Prophet.
Seeing how enthusiastic these ghosts were, Elwyn even considered finding someone to record their life stories and various magic research.
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