A blurry fantasy, the middle ground between life and death...
Ralph silently thought about Helena's words. This was the first time he heard the term "trance".
He had never seen any magic book mention it before.
The young man suddenly remembered that in the original time and space, when Harry finally chose to die, he suddenly appeared at King's Cross Station, where he met Dumbledore, who had been dead for a long time.
Could it be that it's a trance-like fantasy?
"Isn't the appearance of the trance dreamland unstable?" Luofu suddenly asked.
"Yes, the trance is both reality and illusion. What it looks like depends on who enters. When I entered, it was Hogwarts Castle.
But there are no students, no portraits, no ghosts, nothing in the castle... Even the stairs cannot move, it is only constructed by my memory."
Helena was silent for a moment and said: "I stayed there for a long time, but I didn't have the courage to move forward, and I was unwilling to die, so I returned to the world.
When I woke up again, I became a ghost."
Luofu listened silently, Helena sighed and said:
"I became a ghost, lost the ability to touch entities, and was bound to the place where I lived forever. From now on, I neither belong here nor that there..."
Luofu thought for a moment and asked: "Can anyone stay in a trance for a long time? I mean, neither rush to death nor choose to return to the human world?"
"I don't know, but I think it's difficult." Helena smiled bitterly:
"There is nothing but nothingness in the dreamy world. There is no one there. You don't even have the concept of time... Can you stay in a place like this for a thousand years?"
Rolf shook his head.
Being separated from all entertainment facilities, not even having anyone to accompany you, just staying in a silent place of death... You might go crazy in a month, not to mention a thousand years.
Humans are social animals. Even the top otakus have access to the Internet and entertainment facilities such as "two-dimensional wives". They are not completely separated from society.
"So, you were in a trance at the time. If you continued, you would have died completely?" Luofu asked.
"Probably so." Helena said softly:
"I once heard someone say that death is just another great adventure, but I was afraid at the time... People who become ghosts are afraid to face death."
Luofu nodded slightly and continued to ask some questions.
Talking about death with a dead person feels a bit like poking scars, but Helena is the one involved.
Of course, Helena is just a personal case. It has reference value at most. Rolf is going to conduct a large-scale questionnaire survey. Anyway, there are many ghosts in Hogwarts.
However, most ghosts would definitely keep secrets about this kind of thing, and it was only because of the special relationship between Rolf and Helena that she was willing to tell the truth.
The two quickly walked through the corridor and arrived at the underground classroom where Nick held his death anniversary.
There is a banner hanging at the door:
Warmest wishes to Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington on his 500th death anniversary!
There are also a bunch of wreaths and bouquets on the ground.
Nearly headless Nick stood at the door with a black velvet curtain covering his body. He looked more like...a master of ceremonies.
Nick came forward and said excitedly: "Ms. Grey, it's a great honor for you to attend my death anniversary."
Every hundred years, Nick would imitate the famous Nick Flamel and host a death anniversary... and Ms. Gray never attended!
Nick always felt like something was missing without the most beautiful ghost in Britain attending this death anniversary.
"My dear friend, welcome, welcome."
Nick looked at the boy again and said in surprise: "I'm so happy that you can come...Rolf, are you the only one?"
He didn't expect Rolf to come.
Although the two parties were familiar with each other, they were not in the same academy, and living people rarely attended the banquets of the dead, so he did not invite trouble to himself.
"Rolf and I came together." Helena raised her voice and said arrogantly: "I am his female companion tonight!"
Nick, who was almost headless, was a little stunned for a moment. He looked at Rolf, then at Ms. Gray, then took off his feathered hat, bowed and invited them in.
Nick wanted to remind Bloody Barrow that he was there, but after a moment of hesitation, the two of them had already entered the room.
All the ghosts in Hogwarts know that Bloody Barrow likes this beautiful Gray Lady.
Bloody Balor often wanders outside Ravenclaw Tower, and when he sees Lady Grey, he likes to look at her in a daze.
Even a fool can see it!
Ms. Gray is indifferent to everyone, but she walks with a boy, which has to make people think deeply.
You're not going to start a fight, are you?!
Nick thought a little excitedly.
Rolf followed Helena into the room. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, with a thousand candles lit, shining with a blue light, making it look particularly eerie.
The temperature in the room is very low, just like a morgue. I have to say, the atmosphere is quite good.
As the only living person, Rolf and Helena were so beautiful that they immediately attracted the attention of all the ghosts.
Many ghosts in Hogwarts noticed the scene here and saw Ms. Gray and Scamander walking in together.
Myrtle's eyes were filled with jealousy, and then she couldn't help crying. Why couldn't a good man get her turn?
She gave it away for free and no one wanted it!
On the dance floor, the fat monk who was swaying happily with a group of nuns stopped swaying. He couldn't help but cover his forehead.
Last time, he helped Ms. Gray and sent a message to Rove. He knew that their relationship was unusual, and asked Rove to be careful... How could he be so aboveboard?
The fat monk carefully glanced at the shackled man not far away and prayed: "You should forgive, you should forget..."
The skinny Blood Man Barrow turned around, his eyes widened, and the shackles on his arms tightened, making a rattling sound.
All the ghosts immediately made room for him.
Helena stretched out her hand, trying to hold Luo Fu's hand. Although there was no doubt that it penetrated... but the provocative taste can be imagined.
Luofu curled his lips, what a woman's desire for revenge.
Of course, men are also very revengeful.
Bloody Barro looked at Rolf with hostile eyes, staring at him intently, as if he wanted to strangle him to death with the iron chain in his hand.
Nick rushed in. Although he was dead, he was still very scared. He hurriedly waved and said: "Music...start!"
A group of ghosts carrying strange instruments started playing, making a disgusting sound like fingernails scraping on a blackboard.
Hundreds of milky white, translucent ghosts began to wander around the crowded dance floor, dancing a waltz.
"Rolf, how about dancing with me?"
Helena's voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, but it was just enough for Bloody Barro to hear, and his teeth were about to break.
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(Thanks to "Sad Liao Qiufeng" and "Just Love Wading Langshui" for the reward.
By the way, Harry finally appeared at King's Cross Station and met Dumbledore. The official translation of that place was "Trance", which was not written casually by Crow Crow.
Although this translation is not magical, it is an official translation after all.)