Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters deja vu drama performance
"Time? Yes, time can always dilute a lot..."
His eyes met the girl's pure and flawless lake-blue eyes, and Nick shrugged pretending to be relaxed.
It's a pity that Elena's words were like sparks on a pile of dynamite, instantly igniting the frustration and anger that he had finally suppressed in his heart. Time can heal everything, but it's a pity that he has no possibility of changing!
"Tell me about it!" Nick burst out suddenly and pulled the letter out of his pocket again, "I was struck forty-four times on my neck with a blunt axe. Are you qualified to join the Headless Hunters?!
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"Well, strictly speaking, no."
Elena thought for half a second, and said decisively in Nick's expectant eyes.
"Headless Hunters, as the name suggests, are all ghost hunters whose heads and bodies can be separated. The most important thing for such a team is coordination and unity... Sorry, Nick, maybe this is life."
"You! But, but"
The letter fell to the ground before the almost headless Nick had time to shake it open, and he waved his hands somewhat uncontrollably.
"Oh my God! There's just a little bit of skin and tendon attached to my neck, Elena! Most people would think that's actually the same thing as losing my head. I mean, I wish that more than anyone.
To make things neat and tidy, I hope my head is completely severed. I mean, that would save me a lot of pain and avoid being made fun of, but..."
"You're lying, you didn't."
Elena said calmly, squatting down and touching the letter curiously.
It was as cold as ice, as if she had passed through a layer of cold water. Then, her fingers passed through the letter paper and touched the ground.
Sure enough, real ghost letters cannot be touched by living people under normal circumstances.
Just like Professor Binns' lesson plans, Ms. Gray's poetry collection, and the Fat Monk's prayer book, there is a very special way of recording and interpreting information among the ghosts in the magical world.
"Lying?! Ha! Are you planning to make fun of me just like Mr. Debord, who has completely lost his head?"
The almost headless Nick said angrily, bending down and preparing to pick up the dropped envelope.
"No. I'm just stating the fact that you never wanted your head to be completely severed, at least not while you were still known as Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington."
Elena looked at Nick who was on the same level as her and said calmly.
"If I remember correctly, until the last second before death arrived, you were fighting hard against this result... Even if your throat was muted by the monks poisoning you with potion, your wand was taken away by the king, and even death could not separate you.
Your body, so I don’t think you need to envy those gentlemen who have completely lost their heads.”
"...What did you say?" Nick, who was almost headless, froze, and his slender hands seemed to be sucked by the ground.
"I mean, you're braver than most people and that's something to be proud of."
Elena said softly, walked to the window and looked at the pouring rain outside, deliberately not looking at Nick's expression at this time.
"Halloween will be here in a few days. Time will dilute the scars, but words will keep the story going... Maybe not many people have the patience to pick up the shells in the long river of history, but it cannot and should not just disappear."
As Gryffindor's resident ghost, the nearly headless Nick's life experiences were not simple.
Elena turned her back to Nick, took out "The Ghost of Hogwarts" from the "different-dimensional bag" on her chest and took a look.
"After the final exam last year, I borrowed a book from the Hogwarts library. It recorded some stories about the ghosts in the castle. Among them was a record of the details of your death that year. This is what the book said.
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"On the evening of October 30, 1492 AD, Sir Nicholas met Lady Gulliver while walking in the Royal Park. She was convinced that he could help her straighten her crooked teeth, but Nicholas's attempt backfired and caused her to grow fangs.
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"For this mistake, Sir Nicholas was immediately imprisoned by the guards and sentenced to death. Before he was locked in the dungeon, his wand was taken away, leaving him unable to use magic to escape from there. All night long he shouted,
Claiming that he can immediately eliminate the harm caused by Ms. Griev."
Elena paused for a moment, glanced quickly at the cheat sheet on her chest, and continued.
"During the night of that year, a priest came to Sir Nicholas' cell to comfort him, and escorted him to the execution ground at dawn the next day. When the executioner asked him to kneel down in front of the stone, he could not speak. However, execution
The ax in his hand was very dull because the stone for sharpening the ax was placed somewhere. So Nicholas was struck forty-five times in total, but even so there was still a little bit of skin and tendon connected to his neck."
"Oh, I didn't expect that there would be people who would read those ancient and boring histories of magic carefully..."
The almost headless Nick coughed slightly after being stunned for several seconds.
He picked up the envelope and stuffed it back into his clothes, straightened up and propped up the feathered hat on his head, sighed softly, and whispered self-deprecatingly in a tone that was reserved, elegant, and like a classical aristocrat.
"That was a long time ago, and there is nothing to be proud of. I was too arrogant and thought that my crappy magic could help Ms. Gleve, but when you are busy and exhausted, you will inevitably make mistakes. King Henry
So I was sentenced to death, well, I brought it upon myself...I am not a wizard worthy of your study."
"But thank you, young Miss Kaslana."
Nick, who was almost headless, took a few deep breaths, and then said in a much calmer tone:
"Then what are you worried about? Is there anything I can do to help?"
"No," Elena sighed, this time she was really a little depressed, "unless you know how to make me grow taller quickly, or how to turn back time in a small area for more than an hour, otherwise"
If nothing unexpected happens, what happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will soon spread throughout the school.
The story about half of the class's Boggarts being Elena, and the "stupid switching" of Elena's various forms will definitely spread like wildfire among the various houses, and the level of Gryffindor House
The steps will probably become famous for this.
Hermione's "stairs disappearing" magic is somewhat exaggerated, but busybodies don't delve into so many details.
Elena could almost imagine how everyone would vividly describe the scene of a stupid hair swinging angrily from side to side in the pit of the steps, especially the rumor spreaders in Ravenclaw. This was simply a carnival for those women.
"Huh? Go back in time?"
Nick frowned, looked at Elena with a serious expression, and asked with concern.
"Could it be that something bad happened in your class just now?"
"We just had a practical course on Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the content of the course was how to deal with Boggarts. Due to some unexpected circumstances, the Boggarts turned into me...and then, you know, it's funny."
Elena raised her finger, made a magic shooting motion, and said gloomily.
"The whole class has been laughing at me and mocking me for being short. Ever since the first spell hit me, they haven't stopped. It's like you're having trouble with your own neck. I mean, I'm better than anyone else."
They all hope that I can grow taller quickly, so that I can look like an adult and not be teased because of my height."
"Hmm...height...wait, I may have an idea...but..."
The almost headless Nick pondered thoughtfully for a few seconds, frowning in distress.
"...No, this is against the rules..."
"Huh?"
Elena stared at him, extremely surprised.
Since Nico Flamel made it clear that there was nothing she could do, Elena has almost given up the idea of growing taller quickly.
Maybe there really is magic in this world that can make you grow taller, but for tall wizards like Flamel, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, etc., they obviously have no reason to spend time studying this aspect of magic.
As for Professor Flitwick, the Charms Master also doesn't care about his height.
Especially after Professor Flitwick relied on this advantage to win several wizard duels in a row.
"Sorry... forget it... this is too dangerous for students... and... but, if you are still struggling with this problem in a few years... maybe I, I can teach you a remote magic... Hmm
…”
The almost headless Nick twisted his hands together and said apologetically.
"Elena, this is a derivative magic based on human body transformation. It can be regarded as a small personal achievement of mine... Well, if I still have the magic power now, I can help you a little bit. This is a very advanced transformation technique, at least.
You have to wait until you successfully complete the .Ls assessment before you can try it cautiously..."
The almost headless Nick shook his head, turned around, and slowly slid towards the back of the corridor.
Elena couldn't believe her luck.
That's right, body transformation is the secret to growing taller that she has always wanted to find.
This is not similar to Hagrid's half-baked pig-tail magic, or the magical transformation displayed by Professor McGonagall, "Professor Moody" in the original book. This is actually a category of permanent transformation magic.
There is no doubt that from the personal resume of Nearly Headless Nick, he is at least half a magic plastic surgery expert.
As the chief wizard of the royal family at that time, if he had been so unreliable, it would be impossible for him to obtain a knighthood.
"Nick, wait a minute...well, I, I hope I can do something for you."
Elena said excitedly, looking at Nick expectantly.
According to the plot in the original work, Halloween this year happens to be the 500th anniversary of the death of the ghost knight. If you calculate the time, it will be almost next week. Originally, Elena did not plan to attend the ghost party, but now it is different.
If there was a mission system, then there would be a big golden exclamation mark on Nick's head right now.
The mission reward is the "grow taller magic" that Elena has been looking for for a long time.
Nick, who was almost headless, stopped immediately.
Where Elena didn't see it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Well, there's really one thing you can do for me."
Nick said excitedly, he turned around and muttered to himself nervously.
"Wait a minute, Elena, is my request too much? You won't be willing to do it."
"What is it?" Elena asked obediently.
"Well, you also know that this Halloween will be my 500th death anniversary."
As the almost headless Nick spoke, he puffed up his chest, showing a noble and proud look.
"Oh, yes!
Elena nodded, she was working hard on her acting skills, "So what can I do for you?"
"Well, I plan to hold a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom. By then, friends will come from all over the country. I would be honored if you could also attend. Of course, you can too
Invite your friends together, I welcome them too, but I dare say you would rather attend the school banquet, right?"
Nick looked at Elena anxiously.
"How come, this is great!"
Elena said quickly, slightly controlling her expression and voice to avoid being too false.
"I will definitely come, and I can also ask the Hogwarts kitchen to fully cooperate."
"Oh, my dear child! Elena Kaslana, it's great to attend my death anniversary party! By the way..."
Nick hesitated, looking a little excited, "Also, if possible, can you try to mention it in magazines such as "The Quibbler" and "Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue". I heard that you seem to have some influence.
Suffice it to say that the formidable and impressive Sir Nicholas convened a grand death anniversary celebration."
"Huh? Of course, of course"
Elena narrowed her eyes and answered sweetly.
Nearly headless Nick smiled at her.
Immediately afterwards, the bell for the end of get out of class at Hogwarts rang at the right time.
Hundreds of students opened the classroom doors and poured into the corridor talking and laughing.
The crowded crowd separated her from the almost headless Nick. Elena followed the constantly moving crowd and walked towards the school auditorium while pulling out the sleepy food reserves and paper from her chest.
Pen.
Everything that just happened was too much of a coincidence.
There were some things that she planned to check...for example, Sir Nicholas' past experience.
Rather than simply placing her hopes on the kindness and honesty of others, Elena is more accustomed to controlling the overall situation and using others' initiative to lay traps. This is what Albus Dumbledore taught her about the White Devil.