Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Harry's breathing 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, and every syllable was clearly heard 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 now.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw the mirror into the box, and the mirror broke.

Just in the hopeful 1 point, he was still sure that he could see Sirius again and talk to Sirius again.

His throat burst into flames with disappointment; he got up and threw his things into the box indiscriminately, covering it on the broken mirror-suddenly a single thought popped up in his mind.

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

why he never asked Woolen cloth?

He rushed out of 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 shouting behind him: "The banquet is about to begin. Now, you know, you 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, ghosts are everywhere, and it’s just when you need it now.

He ran down the stairs and continued to gallop along the corridor, neither dead nor alive.

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 from the wall, revealing a very exaggerated feather hat and a dangerously swaying head, Nearly Headless Nick.

"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 moods are quite different, of course..."

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

Nearly Headless Nick quietly passed a peculiar look on his face.

He stuffed a finger into his neck and strenuously adjusted the stiff ring-shaped gift. 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 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, Nearly Headless Nick sighed.

"Oh, all right,"

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

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

"What do you think of?" Harry asked, closing the door.

"Thinking that you would come to me."

Nick said, at this moment he slid to the window again, looking at the dark field outside the window, "Sometimes, there will be such When someone is in pain, because they are lost..."

"Yes," Harry said, and he didn't want 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 stared at him and asked, "You are dead, but I can still talk to you now...you can walk around in Hogwarts, anywhere, Isn’t it?"

"Yes," Nearly Headless Nick said, "I can walk around and talk, yes."

"So, you came back from there , Isn’t it?"

Harry asked urgently, but Nick still didn’t say anything. He added impatiently:

"People can come back, right Are they?

When they come back as ghosts, they don’t need to disappear completely, do they?”

Nearly Headless Nick hesitated for a moment and said, “Not everyone can come back as a ghost. "

"What do you mean?" Harry asked hurriedly.

"Only...Only the wizard."

"Oh," Harry was relaxed and almost laughed, "Okay, that's all right, this person 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 is angry: "You are back—you are dead, but you haven't disappeared—"

" Wizards can leave their own mark in this world, so that they can walk powerlessly where they lived and walked."

Nick said bitterly: "But rarely The wizard will 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, and actually turned his head away, observing the movement of the door, and asking him for a moment that he was sure he was about to see Sirius is now, pearly white, transparent, but beaming in from the door, walking towards him.

"He will not come back."

Nick repeated: "He will go on."

"What do you mean, go on "

Harry hurriedly asked: "Where to go? 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 else can Can answer this question better than you?"

"I am afraid of death,"

Nick said softly, "I chose to stay behind.

Sometimes I also wonder if it shouldn’t. Okay, it’s Yin Sector and Yang Sector. In fact, I neither belong to this side nor to that side."

He slightly laughed bitterly. "I don't know 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 lightly said, "Then, please forgive me... the party, you know."

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