Chapter 291: Throw your head up
Chapter 291 Throw your head up
For a period of time afterwards, Kyle kept paying attention to the surrounding situation, but strangely, the old whisper never appeared again.
He also tried increasing the amount of training to make himself tired again, and even stayed up all night, but it still didn't work.
It seems that he really heard it wrong that day.
About two weeks passed like this, and gradually, Kyle stopped thinking about it.
…
A few days before Halloween, on a stormy Saturday evening, Kyle, who had finished the Spells Club activities, almost bumped into a person when he passed the corner of a corridor... No, it should be a ghost to be precise.
Nearly Headless Nick.
The ghost of Gryffindor Tower was looking out the window melancholy, muttering in a low voice: "...doesn't meet their conditions...just half an inch..."
Because he was so absorbed, he didn't even notice that someone almost passed through his body.
Until Kyle took the initiative to say hello to him...
“Hello, Sir Porpington.”
Kyle preferred to call him that rather than another name.
Ever since the last holiday, Kyle can't help but think of the old man in Devon every time he hears people call him Nick.
"Hello."
Nearly Headless Nico (crossed out) Nick was startled, and after looking around for a while, he finally saw Kyle.
“Very few people call me that.” He seemed to be in a better mood, “You look tired, which is great...I mean, I can’t remember what it feels like to be tired.”
While speaking, he folded a transparent letter and hid it in his coat.
Oddly enough, although the letter was transparent, it looked like real parchment. After folding it up, you couldn't see what was written on it at all.
“All I can say is that it feels terrible and you won’t want to remember it.”
Kyle rubbed his forehead and changed the subject: "You seem to have something on your mind."
"Ah, it's nothing." The ghost waved a slender hand gracefully, "It's just a small thing... It's not that I really want to participate... I thought I could apply, but it seems that I... don't meet the conditions."
His tone was nonchalant, but his face showed deep pain.
“Hello…Kyle, oh, and Nick.”
At this time, Harry also walked over from not far away. He must have just finished Quidditch training. He was wet all over and his clothes were stained with mud.
“The badge doesn’t work anymore?” Kyle asked.
"No, it's very useful," said Harry, "but I accidentally fell into a mud puddle when I was catching the snitch, and it fell off."
Harry took out the waterproof badge with a rag attached to it that had been torn from his robes.
“It looks like you didn’t fall lightly.”
Kyle took out his wand.
“Repaired as before.”
The rag returned to the robe with the badge.
"Thank you Kyle, Hermione has been wanting me to learn this spell a few days ago... I think she is right."
Harry said happily, and then he looked at the ghost next to Kyle, "You seem to have something on your mind."
After being asked this question by two young wizards, the Gryffindor ghost suddenly exploded.
“You should tell me about it!”
He pulled the letter out of his pocket again and complained loudly about how the Headless Hunters had rejected his application.
"Look at this, we can only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated..."
He said angrily: "With only a little bit of skin and tendons connected, most people would think it is the same as losing his head. But no, in the eyes of Lord Podmore, who has completely lost his head, this is not enough."
Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him, so he could only say dryly: "I think you are qualified, really."
“Thank you…it’s a pity that they don’t think so!”
"Sir Porpington..." Kyle said thoughtfully: "If you ask me, there is actually no need for you to insist on joining the Headless Hunters."
"I don't really want to join...I just applied because I'm bored...for fun!" a certain ghost said harshly.
“Okay, it’s just like you said.” Kyle didn’t expose him either.
“I think you can definitely form your own almost headless hunting team.” “Establish your own team of hunters?”
“Yes, Sir Porpington,” said Kyle. “I imagine you are well-known in ghost circles.”
“Well…I do have a lot of friends.”
“In fact, this year’s Halloween is my 500th anniversary, and there are already more than a hundred ghosts who have decided to attend.”
When he said this, his expression was very proud, thinking that this number should be quite a lot.
"That's no problem." Kyle smiled: "You can announce the establishment of your own hunter team at that time and ask them to help promote it and increase your visibility."
“But…what about the event.”
Nick hesitated, "Although I hate to admit it, I really can't do activities like juggling on horseback or holding a polo ball on my head, and I don't look scary."
"You can develop your own activities." Kyle said, "There is no need to learn from them. You have your own advantages."
"my advantage?"
"That's right." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "For example, you can swing your head like a propeller, but they can't do it."
As he spoke, Kyle also conjured up a stone connected to a rope and swung it twice in his hand.
"like this…"
“You can also find an almost headless mount and throw it together. It would be better if you can make some more noises or make some expressions during the process.”
The almost headless Nick stared, as if he had discovered some new continent. Then he approached Harry and asked:
“Do you think it would really be scary if I did that?”
Harry looked at the stone that kept swinging in Kyle's hand, and then at the head in front of him, and an image suddenly appeared in his mind.
Subconsciously, Harry's facial features wrinkled together.
It's over... The picture is so beautiful, and it can't be taken away from his mind. He will definitely not be able to sleep tonight!
But the nearly headless Nick was very satisfied.
“Oh, great, that’s the look!”
He clapped his hands excitedly, "This is a really good idea. Patrick Podmore will be shocked if he sees it."
Haha...why didn’t I think of that before? "
He was floating excitedly in mid-air.
“If you can, you can come to my...”
"Meow..." A sharp and piercing cry suddenly came from near Harry's ankles, drowning out his subsequent words.
“It’s Mrs. Norris.”
Kyle glanced at Harry and the long line of mud behind him.
"You'd better get out of here quickly. Someone's cauldron exploded in Potions class today, and the potion splashed everywhere. Filch has been cleaning it all morning. If he sees you dripping mud and water everywhere..."
"That's right," Harry said as he prepared to run to the common room upstairs, but it was already too late.
He had barely taken two steps when Filch rushed out from behind a tapestry, panting.
He had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, and his nose was unusually red. It looked like he had a cold.
"That's enough!" He pointed at the muddy water dripping from Harry's Quidditch robe. "There's a mess everywhere, and let me tell you, I've had enough! Potter, come with me!"
Harry sighed sadly and followed Filch down the stairs, leaving another series of muddy footprints on the floor.
"That direction is... Filch's office. He probably wants to scare the monkeys."
Nick said: "We have to help Harry. I remember there is a big cabinet in the utility room. If you smash it on top of Filch's office, it should distract him."
“A big cabinet?” Kyle muttered, “Where is the utility room?”
“No, you can’t go, you’ll get into trouble.”
The ghost was half submerged into the wall, "I'm going to find Peeves, he is the most suitable candidate."
"etc…"
Before Kyle could finish speaking, the other party had already disappeared.
“This is a bit too impatient.”
Looking at the empty corridor, Kyle thought for a while, turned around and ran towards the second floor.
(End of this chapter)