Chapter 2811 Red Hunger (13)

Pomona followed the smell and found a piece of rotten beef in the corner of the kitchen. She was going crazy.

"What's going on!" she asked the house elves.

The elves looked at her in fear, but no one stood up.

"This is not only unhygienic, but also wasteful. Why didn't you take it out earlier or freeze it?" Pomona continued to question.

Still no one responded, and Pomona felt like she was playing a one-man show.

She rummaged in the kitchen again and cleared out all the other wasted ingredients. They piled up into a mountain.

This much food is enough for many people.

Just as she was about to start cursing, Albus Dumbledore appeared at the entrance of the kitchen. He was so tall that he had to bend down to enter the kitchen.

Pomona knew that someone must have tipped off the information, but she would not give in just because the principal came forward.

She waited confidently for Dumbledore to intercede for these wrongdoers.

"Do you have any questions? Professor." Dumbledore asked.

"It's a little bit." Pomona endured and said in the words that she thought were the most rational.

"I can see that," Dumbledore said, looking at the wasted food she had cleared away.

"Don't you have anything else to say?" Pomona asked.

"This is for the party," said Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Pomona thought she heard wrongly.

"Have you ever been to a ghost anniversary party?" Dumbledore asked.

"I heard they only invite the dead," Pomona said.

"Then you may not know that the 'food' at the death anniversary party must be rotten. The ghosts think this can give them a taste." Dumbledore said.

She doesn't understand.

"Put them away, someone will need them." Dumbledore said kindly to the elves.

"Yes, Headmaster," a house elf replied.

"Come with me, Professor," said Dumbledore.

Pomona followed him angrily.

"Good afternoon." Nearly headless Nick stood at the door of the kitchen and said to the two of them.

"What's the matter, sir?" Dumbledore asked.

"The ghosts want to put on a show this Halloween." Nick said happily.

"I don't think the students want to see you being executed," Dumbledore said.

"No, it's just a chorus," Nick said.

"You can ask Filius for his opinion. If he agrees, I have no objection." Dumbledore said.

"Thank you." Nick nodded to Dumbledore and then floated away.

Pomona looked at Nick flying away. Nick was one of the few ghosts who could travel between the lounges of various colleges.

Ghosts cannot enter the lounge unless they are "allowed" to enter, which is why ghosts are divided into colleges.

Peeves was allowed to enter the kitchen in a certain year because of the fat monk's plea. However, many deans who managed the kitchen regretted how the previous dean could agree, so they clearly recorded it in the records left behind that only the dean could see.

Yes, Peeves will never be allowed to enter Hufflepuff's lounge.

Although the defense at the entrance to Hufflepuff's common room seems weak, it is still a defense. Peeves cannot break through, and he can only throw water balloons at the students in the corridor.

"You should be kinder." After Nick drifted away, Dumbledore said to Pomona, "The reason why some people become ghosts is because the 'personnel affairs' have not been dealt with. We must treat them like human beings."

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"Give them stinking rotten food instead of tribute?" Pomona asked.

"Our ghosts like 'heavy taste'." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Just do as they ask."

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Pomona found a bunch of rotten apples in the kitchen again, but she wasn't as angry as before.

"Take these to the Ravenclaw Common Room," Pomona said.

"Okay, Headmaster," the house elves said, levitating a basket of fresh apples and other food and leaving the kitchen.

Although Pomona does not provide free flowers, you can eat as much food as you want at Hogwarts, and I hope no one will find it objectionable.

She thought unhappily and threw all the rotten apples into the box.

This basket of rotten apples is very unappetizing just looking at it.

Myrtle was also a Ravenclaw before her death. Although she always looked like a little girl, she was actually very "old".

Sometimes Pomona would see the Gray Lady and Bloody Barrow meeting each other in public areas such as school corridors, but they would pass by like strangers.

She thought that maybe Barrow's eyes had followed Helena, but after all, they had been dead for a thousand years, even though time was meaningless to ghosts.

If you don’t know life, how can you know death?

Living people give what they think is best as tribute to express their grief and respect for the deceased.

What is the significance of the opinions of the deceased? If someone puts rotten things on the offering table, he will be criticized by his relatives and friends around him.

But the feeling of the dead is different from that of the living. The wine and food that the living can eat will be eaten by the "Qi Ren" in "Qi Ren Zhi Fu" after the people leave, and then he will go back smelling of alcohol.

He told his wife and concubine that he was invited to drink again.

No intoxication will last forever. When Barrow clearly realized that Helena would not love him, his eyes no longer followed her. At the same time, after learning that Helena had been abandoned by a human being, he also

Didn't laugh at her like Myrtle.

Like unrelated passers-by, passing each other, only the shackles on his hands reminded him to atone for the mistakes he had made.

A Frenchman once said this: Don't use specific people as spiritual sustenance in adversity. Even illusory existence is better than specific people. At least you cannot be betrayed by something that does not exist.

The Gray Lady always lives alone, and only Nick will take the initiative to talk to her.

She didn't wear the Ravenclaw crown just to enjoy loneliness. She hoped to surpass her mother and gain greater fame than her.

Some people may wonder, how can loneliness be a kind of enjoyment? People attend various gatherings just to relieve this loneliness.

For people who don't like loneliness, loneliness is a disaster, a kind of lonely sadness that befalls them.

At least when Myrtle was alone in the cubicle, no one laughed at her glasses. But when she was alone, she heard someone talking.

Even Helios Black is not as handsome as Tom Riddle, not to mention that there is a natural magic in Tom's smile. The theme of their session was the sun. He looked dark and dazzling, and his brilliance directly illuminated the sun.

The sun was taken away.

If Myrtle was still alive, she might be able to attend that celestial ball. In fact, Myrtle liked boys. As an "old ghost", she would tease boys. Whenever the boys felt embarrassed, she would

very happy.

A happy ghost makes the living people feel less desperate and suffocating. She hopes that the ghost that appears in Ben's house won't be too bad, otherwise living in such a home without seeing the ghost will be a kind of torture.

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"Don't look in that mirror!"

She heard a woman's shrill and painful screams.

She subconsciously raised her head and saw a piece of black gauze in front of her eyes. From the gap between the fabrics, she seemed to see a person standing in front of the mirror.

It was a gorgeous house. The person standing in front of the mirror was wearing red clothes and had a sword on his waist with a huge diamond on it.

This didn't seem to be a murderous sword, but the smell of blood rushed towards me.

This smell should have been disgusting, but it was mixed with a strong smell of perfume, which made people feel sick and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He raised his hand as if he wanted to lift the black gauze in front of the mirror.

"Pomona."

She turned back and looked at Snape standing in the center of the portrait frame.

"It's time to go." He said in a low, sweet voice.

"Here we come!" she said tiredly. "I promised in advance that if anyone brings up the topic of politics again, I will leave immediately."

He curled the corners of his mouth, as if he thought she was talking stupidly.

The moment she walked out of the kitchen, she looked back at the box of rotten apples. There was no mirror in that corner.

But she always felt that there was a person in red clothes standing in the darkness, just like the image left by the sun on the retina, which disappeared after blinking a few times.

He took her hand and left without looking back, and the oil painting with pears slowly closed behind them.

So she didn't look back and continued walking forward, but she kept echoing the woman's French words, "Don't look at the mirror!" The sound was extremely harsh, like nails scratching a blackboard.
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