Only one of a kind truly understood another of its kind. So, if he wanted to learn a ghost's whereabouts, the best way was naturally to ask another ghost.
The sky gradually darkened. The sun had completely vanished, leaving only a faint glow on the horizon, illuminating streaks of rosy clouds.
The sunset was beautiful. Though Luke had no interest in appreciating it, there would always be someone who stopped for such a view.
Luke found the pearl-white, slightly transparent ghost by a window in the Astronomy Tower. He was gaunt, with wide-open eyes. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the silvery-white stains all over his body.
Anyone who knew anything about ghosts knew that those were bloodstains.
Luke approached Bloody Baron, a pitiful ghost, but not one worthy of sympathy.
"Hello, Barrow."
Luke greeted him.
Barrow stiffly turned his head and stared at Luke with fierce, irritable eyes.
Luke was not frightened by his gaze. His own eyes were indifferent and cold.
After a moment, Barrow turned to face him and bowed. "Good day, Lord Gaunt."
"Lord?"
Luke knew Barrow's identity. Logically speaking, as Salazar Slytherin's student, Barrow's seniority was such that Luke would not be wrong to call him an ancestor.
"You carry Lord Slytherin's bloodline. Though I cannot approve of your ideas, your ambition deserves respect. By proper principle, I should address you as lord."
Barrow said coldly, "But dwelling on forms of address is pointless. Do you have a question?"
Luke could see Barrow's sincerity, but he could also see his impatience even more clearly. Barrow had been famous for his volatile temper in life. The thousand years since his death did not seem to have changed him much.
"What was Gryffindor's talent?"
Luke's blunt question made Barrow freeze.
The coldness on his face seemed