For some time afterwards, Kyle kept an eye on the situation around him, but strangely, the old whispering voice never appeared again.

He also tried to increase the amount of training, making himself very tired again, and even insisted on not sleeping for a whole night, but it still didn't work.

It seemed like he really had heard it wrong that day.

About two weeks passed like this, and gradually, Kyle stopped thinking about it.

…

A few days before Halloween, on a stormy Saturday evening, Kyle, who had just finished an activity at the Spell Club, almost bumped into someone when he turned a corner in a corridor... no, to be more precise, it was a ghost.

Nearly Headless Nick.

The ghost of Gryffindor Tower was looking out the window sadly, muttering under his breath: "...doesn't meet their requirements...just half an inch..."

Because he was so absorbed in the subject, he didn't even notice that someone almost passed through his body.

Until Kyle took the initiative to greet him...

"Hello, Lord Porpington."

Kyle preferred to call him that rather than another name.

Ever since the last holiday, every time Kyle heard someone call him Nick, he couldn't help but think of the old man far away in Devon.

"Hello, hello."

Almost Headless Nico (crossed out) Nick was startled and looked around before finally seeing Kyle.

"It's rare for someone to call me that." He seemed to be in a better mood. "You look tired, which is good... I mean, I can't remember what tired feels like."

As he spoke, he folded up a transparent letter and hid it in his shirt.

Strangely enough, although the letter was transparent, it looked like real parchment. After it was folded, you couldn't see what was written on it.

"All I can say is that it's a terrible feeling, and you don't want to remember it."

Kyle rubbed his forehead and changed the subject: "You look like you're worried."

"Ah, nothing." The ghost waved a slender hand gracefully, "It's just a small matter... Not that I really want to participate... I thought I could apply, but it seems that I... don't meet the requirements."

His tone was nonchalant, but his face showed deep pain.

"Hello... Kyle, oh, and Nick."

At this time, Harry also walked over from not far away. He must have just finished Quidditch training. He was wet all over and his clothes were covered with mud.

"The badge doesn't work anymore?" Kyle asked.

"No, it was quite useful," said Harry. "I just fell into a mud puddle while trying to catch the Snitch and it fell out."

Harry held out the waterproof and moisture-proof badge, still attached to a scrap of cloth that he had torn from his robes.

"It looks like you fell pretty hard."

Kyle pulled out his wand.

“Restored to its original state.”

The rag returned to the robe with the emblem.

"Thank you Kyle, Hermione has been trying to get me to learn this spell for a while now... I think she's right."

Harry said happily, then he looked at the ghost next to Kyle, "You seem to be worried about something."

After being asked this question by two little wizards in a row, the ghost of Gryffindor suddenly exploded.

"Why don't you tell me what's going on?"

He pulled the letter out of his pocket again and complained loudly about how the Headless Hunters had rejected his application.

"Look at this, we can only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated..."

He said angrily: "With only a little skin and tendons attached, most people would think that this is no different from losing their heads. But no, in the eyes of Lord Podmore, who has completely lost his head, this is not enough."

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him, and could only say dryly: "I think you are qualified, really."

"Thank you... Too bad they won't think so!"

"Sir Porpington..." Kyle said thoughtfully, "If you ask me, there's no need for you to insist on joining the Headless Hunter Team."

"I don't really want to join... I just applied for fun because I'm bored!" a ghost said stubbornly.

"Well, it's just like you said." Kyle didn't expose him either.

"I think you could definitely form your own Nearly Headless Hunter team."

"Yes, Lord Porpington," said Kell. "I imagine you are well-known among ghosts."

"Well... I do have a lot of friends."

"In fact, this Halloween is the 500th anniversary of my death, and there are already over a hundred ghosts who have confirmed that they will be attending."

When he said this, his expression was very proud, and I guess the number should be quite a lot.

"That's no problem." Kyle smiled and said, "You can announce the establishment of your own hunter team at that time and ask them to help promote it and increase its popularity."

"But...what about the activities?"

Nick hesitated, "As much as I hate to admit it, I really can't do things like juggling with my hair on my back or holding a polo ball on my head, and I don't look scary."

"You can develop your own activities." Kyle said, "There's no need to learn from them. You have your own advantages."

"My...advantage?"

"That's right." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "For example, you can swing your head up like a propeller, but they can't do that."

As he spoke, Kyle conjured up a stone with a rope attached and swung it around in his hand twice.

"Just like this..."

"You can also find a mount that's almost headless and swing it together. It would be even better if you can make some sounds or expressions during the process."

Nick, who was almost headless, stared with his eyes wide open, as if he had discovered something new. Then he came up to Harry and asked:

"Do you think it would be scary if I did that?"

Harry looked at the swinging rock in Kyle's hand, then at the head in front of him, and immediately a picture formed in his mind.

Subconsciously, Harry frowned.

Damn it… The picture was too beautiful and it kept lingering in his mind. He would definitely not be able to sleep tonight! But Nearly Headless Nick was very satisfied.

“Oh, great, that’s the expression!”

He clapped his hands excitedly, “This is a really good idea, Patrick Podmore will be shocked if he sees it.

Hahaha…why didn’t I think of that before!”

He was floating around excitedly in mid-air.

"If you can, can you come to my..."

"Meow..." A sudden sharp and piercing cry came from near Harry's ankle, drowning out the rest of his words.

"It's Mrs. Norris."

Kyle glanced at Harry and the long line of mud behind him.

"You'd better get out of here. Someone's cauldron exploded in Potions class today, and potion splashed everywhere. Filch spent the whole morning cleaning it up. If he sees you dripping muddy water everywhere..."

"That's right," said Harry, and started to run upstairs to the common room, but it was too late.

He had taken only two steps when Filch burst out from behind a tapestry, wheezing.

He had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head and his nose was abnormally red, and it looked like he had a cold.

"That's enough!" He pointed at the mud dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes. "It's a mess everywhere. I tell you, I've had enough! Potter, come with me!"

Harry sighed glumly and followed Filch down the stairs, leaving another trail of muddy footprints on the floor.

"That direction is... Filch's office. He probably wants to make an example of him."

Nick said, "We have to help Harry. I remember there's a big cabinet in the utility room. If we smash it on top of Filch's office, it should be able to divert his attention."

"A big closet?" Kyle muttered quietly, "Where is the utility room?"

"No, you can't go. You'll get in trouble."

The ghost half sank into the wall. "I'll go find Peeves. He's the most suitable person."

"etc……"

Before Kyle could finish his words, the other person had disappeared.

"This is a bit too hasty."

Looking at the empty corridor, Kyle thought for a moment, then turned and ran towards the second floor.

(End of this chapter)