The same kind knows the same kind best. So if you want to ask about the whereabouts of a ghost, the best way is to ask another ghost.

The sky is getting dark, the sunset has completely disappeared, and only a trace of afterglow is left on the horizon, reflecting the colorful glow.

The sunset is beautiful, and even if Luke doesn't want to appreciate it, there is always someone who will stop by the view.

Luke found the pearly white, slightly transparent, withered, wide-eyed ghost in front of the window of the Astronomy Tower. Of course, the most striking thing is the silver-white light spots on his body.

Anyone who knows anything about ghosts knows that it's bloodstains.

Luke approached Barrow the Bloody, the poor, but unsympathetic ghost.

"Hello, Barrow."

Luke greeted him.

Barrow turned his head stiffly, looking at Luke with those fierce eyes.

Luke was not frightened by his eyes, which were filled with indifference and coldness.

After a few moments, Barrow turned around and bowed to Luke, "Good day, Lord Gaunt." ”

"Your Excellency?"

Luke knew Barrow's identity, and it stands to reason that as a student of Salazar Slytherin, his seniority made it not an exaggeration for Luke to call out his ancestors.

"You have Lord Slytherin in your veins, and while I can't approve of your ideas, your ambitions deserve respect. As a rule, I should address you, Your Excellency. ”

Barrow said indifferently: "But entangled in the title is too meaningless, do you have any problems?" ”

Luke could see Barrow's sincerity, but he could also see Barrow's irritability. He was known for his irascibility during his lifetime. The thousand years since his death don't seem to have had much impact on him.

"What is Gryffindor's talent?"

Luke's crisp question made Baro pause.

The coldness on his face was as if he had been smashed with a hammer. The whole expression looks ugly and complicated.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but I don't know much about Lord Gryffindor's talent. No, I don't know any of the four adults. I'm just Lord Slytherin's apprentice. ”

It can be seen that Barrow said this with a little helplessness. He did have a heart to help the descendants of Slytherin. But Luke came up with a hard question.

There was no disappointment on Luke's face, it was best to have an answer to this question, and it would not be in the way if there was no answer, after all, the main purpose was to make the bloody Barrow stop from his irritability. Organize your memories and emotions well.

"What the hell is Peeves?"

This time, the bloody man Barrow was silent again for a while, and then said, "It's a special soul condensed from the mental thoughts of those mischievous students in this school. It's okay to say that it's an embodied aspect of Hogwarts House. ”

"As for its appearance...... Barrow the Bloody man muttered for a moment, "I've heard Lord Slytherin mention it. It may have been the work of one of the other three of the Big Four. ”

This answer made Luke not expect Peeves to have such an identity.

Is it an experiment on one of the other Big Three? Or is it like a secret room, something about inheritance?

"Why is Peeves avoiding me?"

Luke asked again.

"Maybe you have the scent of Lord Slytherin. Lord Slytherin was not kind to it. ”

Barrow is actually very strange himself, and his respect for Luke naturally can't be just because of his bloodline and ambition. Luke had the air of Slytherin on him, and he was heavy. This means that either he has been in contact with Slytherin, or he has Slytherin personal objects 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, which he sometimes took out at night for maintenance and affection. So it's normal to stick to the breath.

Luke took a deep breath and looked deeply at Barrow.

"Do you think I don't look like a Gryffindor?"

Barrow quickly replied, "Like." The way you look at me now is almost exactly the same as when Master Gryffindor questioned me when I returned to Hogwarts as a ghost. ”

"It seems to be able to see through my heart. But it's not using the Regents to take the mind. ”

He answered this question in a heavy tone. Because it does poke at his sad past.

Luke was silent for a moment.

"One last question." Luke spoke, "Where do I go to find Peeves hiding from me?" ”

"You can go to the cafeteria. It was his favorite place. ”

Bloody Barrow didn't hesitate, he was the ghost he had dealt with the most over the years.

Thanks to his ferocity, Peeves is in awe of him. After all, though the human spell didn't work much for him. But the punches and kicks between the ghosts and the ghosts are real punches to the flesh.

Luke nodded and bowed to Barrow, "Thank you for your help." ”

"You're welcome, sir." Barrow bowed back, and then said in a somewhat complicated tone, "If you still have a lot of questions, then you can go to the ghost of Ravenclaw, Lady Gray." She is wiser than I am and knows more things......"

"I know, Helena Ravenclaw."

Luke interrupted.

Barrow looked up in surprise. At this moment, he looked at the cold expression on Luke's face, and then he had a familiar feeling. That was the occasional expression of Salazar Slytherin.

"I'll go to her if I need to."

With that, Luke left the place directly. It was already dark, and he needed to go back to his bedroom now. Although I want to go on a night tour, I still want to take the roll call before.

Of course, Luke knew that it would be better for him to cut down on the number of night trips.

After all...... For children, a regular routine is still very important. Although his soul is very mature, his body is only eleven years old after all.

And the bloody Barrow looked at his departing back, silent.

The indifferent face and wide, godless eyes, a face that should not see any emotion, but it gives people a feeling of being stunned.

He couldn't tell for a moment that this little wizard named Luke Gaunt was there. Whether it's a descendant of Lord Slytherin or a descendant of Lord Gryffindor.

"Forget it, that's not something dead people should care about."

After a long time, he shook his head and said indifferently. Then, he turned around and stared blankly at the sky through the window. It's like sending away the sunset, but waiting for the stars to appear.

There are words in my mouth, and I don't know what to say.

Could it be confession?

Luke looked around the corner and looked at him.

"Forget it, repent...... That's something that only the dead care. ”

He shook his head and walked around the corner.