Vol 2 Chapter 1078:

"Hey, Nick!" Fanlin greeted enthusiastically, seeing this guy who had existed with Gryffindor since the 15th century and stayed here all the time coming out of the dining table.
"In fact, I think you came out earlier..." Fanlin said, looking at the empty table right now, Dumbledore hadn't announced the start of the banquet. Naturally, the house elves would not make their own decisions.
"Oh, so..." Sir Nicholas seemed very happy. "But, it's nothing, welcome back!"
"Oh, thank you, Sir Nicholas!" Fanlin said, these Hogwarts ghosts are still very loving, except for a few, such as Myrtle, or Pippi...
Even the Blood Man Barrow's feelings for Hogwarts cannot be changed.
Seeing that Nick was about to float away to find other ghosts, but immediately, Nick was violently stopped by Harry.
"Wait a minute, Nick, I have something to ask you." Harry said suddenly, and Nick looked at him with a puzzled face.
"I mean, I have something I want..."
"Oh, please help, Harry Potter!" As soon as Nick bent over, his head fell from his neck, but there was a piece of flesh connected to his head.
"Hey, Nick, don't do that..." Ron said, "We are planning to eat..."
"I have some questions, Nick!" Harry interrupted, and immediately Nick looked at him. His eyes were like dead fish. In fact, as a ghost, you can't expect a ghost to be lively and warm. .
Take a look at Professor Bins, that is a typical example, and as for Myrtle, she will become so skinny because it is only a short time before her death...
"I know this is for you..." Harry said, suddenly finding it difficult to express, "I know you are dead. But you still exist, right?"
Nick sighed and fixed his eyes on Harry.
For an instant, no matter who it was, they focused their eyes on Harry.
"That's it, right?" Harry asked, staring. "You are dead, but I can still talk to you, and you can walk around Hogwarts, through anything, right?"
"Yes," Nick said softly, "I can go, I can say... but..."
Fanlin looked at Harry a little strangely. He didn't quite understand why Harry would suddenly ask about this. There was something about death...
"That means you are back, right?" Harry said eagerly. "You can come back, right? All the ghosts. They won't disappear completely. Huh?"
Harry added a sentence and saw that Nick said nothing. Nick hesitated, and then said, "Not everyone can come back as ghosts."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked quickly. "Only, only wizards."
"Oh," Harry breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Then, that's all right, so no matter which wizard it is, you can..."
Nick turned around and looked at Harry sadly.
"No, that's not the case, you don't understand...you don't understand the world after death, so...the vast majority of people will choose to leave, that is, they really leave!"
"What do you mean,'go away'?" Harry asked quickly, "Where did you go? Listen-what happened when you died? Where did you go? Why didn't everyone come back? Why is this place? Are they all ghosts? Why..."
"I can't answer," Nick said.
"Aren't you dead?" Harry said impatiently. "Who can answer this question better than you?"
"I'm afraid of death," Nick said softly. "I chose to stay behind. I sometimes wonder if I should do it. It's not here or there. Actually, I'm neither here nor there." He smiled bitterly. There was a cry. "I don't know the secret of death, Harry, I chose to imitate a weak life. I believe the insightful people of the Ministry of Magic are studying this issue-"
"Don't mention that place to me!" Harry snapped.
"I'm sorry I can't help you," Nick said softly, "So, then, please forgive me, dinner, you know."
Immediately, Nick drifted away without looking back.
"What's the matter with you, Harry?" Hermione asked. "What is this, and no one..."
"Nothing..." Harry lowered his head somewhat sullenly, and I went out for a spin.
"Turn around? But the banquet..."
"Let him go, nothing will happen..." Fanlin said, pulling Hermione.
Harry left the hall without looking back, turned a corner, and looked into the distance through the window, which made him a little dazed...
He turned the corner, walked towards the fat lady, and suddenly noticed that someone in front of him was nailing something to the wall.
Harry looked up and saw Luna.
It was too late to avoid now, she heard his footsteps, and Harry didn't have the strength to avoid anyone.
"Hello," Luna said vaguely, looked at him, and walked over.
"Why don't you go to the dinner party?" Harry asked.
"Well, many of my things are gone," Luna said calmly, "you know they always hide my things, but today is the last day, I want to find them all, so I have done Marked."
She pointed to the note board on the wall with a watch pinned to it, remembering her lost things and clothes, and the request for return. Harry had a strange feeling; it was neither anger nor sadness, even though it had been since he knew his connection with Voldemort. But after a while he discovered that it was sympathy for Luna.
"Why are they hiding your things?" Harry asked, frowning.
"Oh," she shrugged, "I think they think I'm a little weird, you know. Some people actually call me crazy girl."
Harry looked at her, the feeling of sympathy intensified.
"They have no reason to take your things," he said feebly. "Do you need me to find it for you?"
"Oh no," she said with a smile. "They'll get it back, it's always like that in the end. It's just that I'm going to pack my luggage tonight. By the way, why don't you go to the dinner party?"
Harry shrugged, "I just don't want to participate."
"No," Luna said, looking at him with her misty protruding eyes, "I don't think you are... you are contradictory, it seems that the Ministry of Magic matters are bothering you very much."
Harry nodded, realizing that for some reason he didn't mind Luna mentioning everything about the Ministry. He remembered that he could also see those strange horses.
"Have you," he said, "I mean, did you see anyone die?"
"Yes," Luna said simply, "my mother. She is an excellent witch. She likes to experiment, and one day her spell failed. I was nine years old."
"I'm sorry~EbookFREE.me~ Harry murmured.
"It's really scary," Luna continued, "I still feel bad sometimes. But I still have a father. And anyway, I've always seen my mother, right?"
"Uh-really?" Harry said uncertainly. She shook her head incredulously.
"Oh, don't do that. Didn't you hear everything? It's behind the curtain."
"what do you mean-"
"In the room of the Department of Mysteries... they are all there, but they can't see. You heard them all." They looked at each other.
Luna smiled slightly. Harry didn't know what to say, what to think; Luna believed many incredible things, and of course he did hear the sound behind the curtain.
"Surely you don't need me to find something for you?" he asked.
"Oh, no need," Luna said, "I think I'll go down and eat some puddings, and then come back and wait for them to show up, and it's all like this in the end. Then, have a nice summer vacation, Harry!"