Changes Among the Ghosts

"What are you doing?" Just as Harry was bitterly thinking about everything that had just happened, Ginny in his arms blushed and made a sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

She broke free from his embrace and returned to her seat.

From Ginny's perspective just now—it's like Harry suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Meanwhile, Harry was experiencing a tremendous upheaval in his mind.

Ginny!

He had completely forgotten about Ginny!

He subconsciously felt relieved.

If it weren't for Ryan's magic, which made everyone around him overlook him and that Beauxbatons girl...

So— Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

You should know that when he was being a pervert, Ginny was in his arms.

"Here you go." Harry quickly served Ginny another bowl of Provençal Fish Soup.

"How?

What about Gabrielle?

"Wasn't she coming?" Ryan smiled and served Phoebe some authentic Britain fish and chips.

Phoebe accepted the food Ryan offered, giving Ryan a disapproving look. "Her?"

She's so excited—because she's going to see you.

I didn't sleep all night.

Gabrielle's parents were furious; she had never been so disobedient in front of them before.

As a result, she won't be able to go to Hogwarts until next month.

"It's just staying up late, what's wrong with that?"

"You still have me—" Ryan clapped his hands twice.

In response, Phoebe feigned anger, saying, "You're so mean~"

Then, "I like it so much."

After a few moments of playful banter, Phoebe suddenly became petulant again, asking, "Why don't you praise me?"

I've been waiting for so long.

Ryan shrugged. "Ravenclaw is never as good as it's advertised."

If it weren't for my intervention, Luna would have been ostracized in Ravenclaw, just like Maxime — the Founders Beauxbatons.

Seeing Phoebe pout in dissatisfaction, Ryan rested his head on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "But there is still a reward."

Tonight I am yours.

Ryan touched the back of Phoebe's head with his left hand, and the method to enter the Room of Requirement, the time of the appointment, and the password to enter were all transmitted to Phoebe's mind.

Harry felt extremely guilty.

He didn't know if Ryan had anticipated this all along.

Faced with Ginny, who knew nothing and fed him from time to time, Harry finally broke free from the web woven by the charm of the Beauxbatons girl.

However, this made it almost impossible for him to lift his head.

Even desserts served after a main meal couldn't pull him out of this mood.

"Here, Harry, try this. I just tried it, it's delicious," Ginny said, handing over a strange, white Milk Jelly.

"Here you go, your favorite." Ginny brought over a large plate of Treacle Tart.

After the students had eaten and drunk their fill, the Great Hall gradually became noisy.

Everyone started discussing what had just happened again.

However, Harry and his friends were very quiet.

Harry remained silent because of his guilt.

Ginny looked at him with deep affection.

After Ron finished eating and drinking, he started looking at Krum at Durmstrang's table.

Across from them, Lisa Turpin and Padma also quieted down in this eerie atmosphere, savoring the novel desserts at a much slower pace than those around them.

"By the way, I don't see Lady Grey." Michael, who was sitting to Harry's left and directly opposite the Beauxbatons, looked up at the sky.

"If Lady Grey were here, I would love to talk to her about poetry and literature, and to look at the stars and the moon," Terry, who was an Astronomy enthusiast, chimed in.

Clearly, the fact that the ghosts now look almost exactly like the living has given them some different ideas.

Everyone wanted to become sworn brothers with the Grey Lady, the unattainable beauty in the ghost story.

"Good evening. I heard you talking about Lady Grey?" Almost Nearly Headless Nick floated down from mid-air, holding a glass of semi-transparent, unidentified liquor.

Michael and Terry nodded repeatedly.

"Wait, Scourgify!" Nicholas said, closing his eyes and focusing intently.

Then, with a flash of white light, the red sauce around Terry's mouth vanished instantly.

"You can cast spells? Without a wand!" Michael exclaimed.

"Now we can all cast spells."

It's about the same as when I was alive.

However, our magic is strange; it requires an extra step before casting a spell—creation.

"It seems to exist as if it doesn't exist when we're not creating magic," Nicholas sighed.

He then tugged at his neck, which remained in a semi-broken state.

"Lady Grey has been working on this project recently."

She believes that as Ravenclaw's daughter, she has a responsibility to thoroughly study her mother's work.

Figure out why our magic works the way it does.

Is it because we're not eating enough?

Why don't we need to excrete? (Above, an unknown ghost mischievously shouted: This made some ghost dogs very disappointed.)

"When can we have contact with living people?" Nicholas said, extending a semi-transparent finger that passed right through Terry's cheek.

"It feels different!" Terry suddenly said.

He ran his hand over the part of his body that had just been pierced, saying, "Going through your bodies before was like being doused with a bucket of ice water."

But now it feels like a surge of heat flowing into my veins.

"Indeed, our accumulation often creates cold fronts, which can make living people feel like they're in a freezer. But right now—" Nicholas looked around at the students, who showed no signs of being cold.

So he quickly pulled out a semi-transparent notebook. "I need to write this down. This is a major discovery."

Child, what is your name?

"If it really works, maybe your name will be put in * Ghost Weekly *." Terry blushed, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Terry Boot."

"Boot? Was Webber Boot your ancestor?" Seeing Terry nod, Nicholas continued, "Why aren't you in America?"

While Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry cannot compare to Hogwarts, it is still a good option considering the distance.

It's not bad.

After all, it was founded by the direct descendants of the Four Founders. But compared to these—"Nicholas glanced cautiously at the long table next to Slytherin, where the three schools stood.

Our ancestors were Ireland.

While adventuring in North America with his parents, he encountered danger.

His parents also passed away as a result.

He and his brother Chadwick were adopted by Isolt Sayre, a descendant of Slytherin.

Nicholas, the Boot you mentioned should refer to the descendants of Chadwick Boot.

They stayed in the America.

Unlike us, they chose to return to Britain. Terry was very excited about this.

They seemed quite proud that their ancestors had chosen to return to their hometown.

According to him, he has a Britain stomach and is already used to Britain fish and chips.

"Okay, I'll add all of these, descendants of Webber Boot," Nicholas muttered to himself.

"What's with that Ghost Weekly?" Harry finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He had been trying to distract himself by listening to Nicholas, Terry, and Michael's conversation.