People of the same kind understand their own kind best. So if you want to find out the whereabouts of one ghost, the best way is to ask another ghost.
The sky was getting dark, and the setting sun had completely disappeared, leaving only a trace of afterglow lighting up the sky, reflecting the colorful clouds.
The sunset is beautiful, even if Luke has no intention of admiring it, there are always people who will stop for this beautiful scenery.
Luke found the ghost in front of the window of the astronomy tower that was completely pearly white, slightly transparent, with a haggard appearance and wide eyes. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the silvery white spots on his body.
Anyone who knows something about ghosts knows that they are blood stains.
Luke approached Bloody Balor, a poor but unsympathetic ghost.
"Hello, Barrow."
Luke greeted him.
Barrow turned his head stiffly and looked at Luke with his fierce and violent eyes.
Luke was not frightened by his eyes, which were indifferent and cold.
After a moment, Barrow turned around, bowed to Luke and said, "Good day, Lord Gaunt."
"grown ups?"
Luke knew Barrow's identity. Logically speaking, as a student of Salazar Slytherin, his seniority made it appropriate for Luke to call him an ancestor.
"You have the blood of Lord Slytherin. Although I cannot agree with your thoughts, your ambition deserves respect. According to the principles, I should call you Lord."
Barrow said indifferently: "But the title is too meaningless. Do you have any problem?"
Luke could see Barrow's sincerity, but he could also see Barrow's irritability. During his lifetime, he was known for his violent temper. The thousand years since his death didn't seem to have much impact on him.
"What is Gryffindor's talent?"
Luke's straightforward question made Barrow pause.
The coldness on his face also looked as if someone had smashed it with a hammer. The whole expression looks ugly and complicated.
After a long time, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know much about Lord Gryffindor's talent. No, I don't know much about any of the four adults. I'm just Lord Slytherin's apprentice."
It can be seen that Barrow was somewhat helpless when he said this. He really wanted to help the descendants of Slytherin. But Luke came up and it was a difficult problem.
There was no disappointment on Luke's face. It would be best if there was an answer to this question, and it didn't matter if he didn't have an answer. After all, the main purpose was to make Bloody Baron stop from being furious. Sort out your memories and emotions.
"What the hell is Peeves?"
This time Bloody Barrow was silent again for a while and then said: "It is a special soul condensed from the mental thoughts of those mischievous students in this school. It is said to be a embodied personality of Hogwarts College. The side is fine too.”
"As for its appearance..." Bloody Barrow pondered for a moment and said, "I once heard Master Slytherin mention it. It may be the work of one of the other three of the Big Four."
This answer made Luke not expect Peeves to have such an identity.
Was it a guinea pig for one of the other Big Three? Or is it something about inheritance like the Chamber of Secrets?
"Why is Peeves avoiding me?"
Luke asked again.
"Maybe it's because you have Lord Slytherin's aura. Lord Slytherin is not kind to it."
Barrow is actually very strange himself. His respect for Luke cannot be just because of his bloodline and ambition. Luke has the aura of Slytherin about him, and it's very heavy. This means that either he has been in contact with Slytherin, or he has personal belongings of Slytherin on him.
But he died early, and I don’t know what it will be.
Luke thought of the Slytherin wand he had on him. He would sometimes take it out at night for maintenance and to cultivate feelings. So it's normal for the breath to stick to it.
Luke took a deep breath and looked at Barrow deeply.
"Do you think I look like a Gryffindor?"
Barrow replied quickly: "Like. The way you look at me now is almost exactly the same as when Lord Gryffindor questioned me after I returned to Hogwarts as a ghost."
"It seems like he can see through my heart. But he's not using Legilimency."
When he answered this question, his tone was heavy. Because it really touched upon his sad past.
Luke was silent for a moment.
"Last question," Luke said, "Where should I find Peeves who is hiding from me?"
"You can squat in the cafeteria. That's his favorite place."
Bloody Baron didn't hesitate at all. He was the ghost who had fought the most against Peeves in recent years.
Due to his ferocity and cruelty, Peeves was in awe of him. After all, although human spells have little effect on him. But the fists and kicks between ghosts and ghosts are really hard to the flesh.
Luke nodded and bowed to Barrow: "Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome, my lord." Barrow returned the salute, and then said in a complicated tone: "If you still have many questions, then you can go to the ghost of Ravenclaw, Mrs. Grey. She is more knowledgeable than me. Be wise and know more things..."
"I know, Helena Ravenclaw."
Luke interrupted.
Barrow raised his head in surprise. At this moment, he looked at the cold expression on Luke's face, and he felt familiar from then on. That was an expression Salazar Slytherin would occasionally display.
"I will go to her if necessary."
After saying that, Luke left here directly. It was already dark and he needed to return to his dormitory now. Even though we have to go on a night tour, we still need to take the roll call before.
Of course, Luke knew very well that it was best for him to reduce the number of night excursions.
After all...for children, a regular schedule is still very important. Although his soul is very mature, his body is still only eleven years old.
The Bloody Barrow looked at his leaving figure and remained silent.
The indifferent face and wide, dull eyes, a face that should clearly show no emotion, gave people the feeling of being in a daze.
For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between this young wizard named Luke Gaunt. Is he a descendant of Lord Slytherin or Lord Gryffindor?
"Forget it, this is not something a dead person should care about."
After a long time, he shook his head and said coldly. Then, he turned around again and stared blankly at the sky outside the window. Like one who has sent away the sunset but is waiting for the stars to appear.
He was mumbling something, but he didn't know what he was talking about.
Possibly a confession?
Luke turned around the corner and looked at him.
"Forget it, repent...that's what only the dead care about."
He shook his head and walked around the corner.
