Of course.
This kind of weather doesn't deter the students from wanting to go out and have fun during the holiday. The castle corridors are extremely quiet, with only a few couples occasionally snuggling in the corners.
Everyone else has either gone to Hogwarts Village for gatherings or is outside on the castle lawns playing with friends. Even the Ravenclaw students who love studying seldom stay in the castle during the holidays. Ian also doesn't plan to go to the library today; he just wants to eat something and then return to the Room of Requirement to study Snake-man.
"Salute to you, Little Ian."
Along the way.
Ian also encountered some ghosts who attended the banquet last night, but their attitudes seemed somewhat strange, and even the usually ill-tempered Bloodman Barrow bowed and saluted him.
"You're simply more remarkable than Dumbledore."
This proud ghost from Slytherin College even expressed surprise.
"Did my skeleton band excite everyone?"
Ian noticed that every ghost was bowing to him; he could only guess that he indeed thrilled the entire scene last night, but Bloodman Barrow's response left him a bit surprised.
"All of us ghosts are very grateful to you, not just because of the band you brought." Bloodman Barrow deeply looked at Ian and then drifted into the wall beside him.
"What happened last night?" Ian racked his brain but couldn't recall what had happened last night. He found Helena Ravenclaw who was standing as usual before her mother's portrait.
Today's Helena Ravenclaw was somewhat different from usual. Although she was still staring in a daze at Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait, her expression clearly held a few indescribable emotions more than usual.
Like the other ghosts.
Helena Ravenclaw also slightly bowed to Ian, then answered Ian's doubts, "Little Ian, you worked a miracle last night that should have been impossible."
Within her words.
Helena Ravenclaw's voice was also filled with complexity.
Her gaze at Ian was very peculiar.
"Did I bring a Dementor to the banquet?" Ian's memory fragments started piecing together; he remembered having fun with the ghosts and even capturing some Nightmares to the underground classroom. They are astonishing magical creatures that can be seen only by those who have witnessed death.
Because of this...
Nightmares were once considered an unlucky symbol, said to bring various terrible disasters to those who see them, although quite a few are kept in Hogwarts to pull carriages.
"What! You even raised Dementors!?" Helena Ravenclaw's body trembled with an overwhelmingly shocked reaction, which proved Ian hadn't brought Dementors to the banquet.
"Shh~ keep it down!"
Ian jumped up but didn't manage to cover Helena Ravenclaw's mouth, not because he was too short or had weak jumping ability, but because Helena Ravenclaw dodged in time.
"I really don't know what I did to make the ghosts look at me as if... as if they're seeing the Savior." Ian wanted to find a less egotistical adjective but couldn't find one. He even felt the ghosts' gaze at him was more heated and intense than many wizards' gaze at Harry Potter.
"Oh, yes, that's certainly it, your description of yourself is fitting, because even now I can hardly believe it." Helena Ravenclaw gave Ian a deep look.
"The miracle you crafted is even more unbelievable than that boy's miracle; last night, you performed special magic." The ghost Helena Ravenclaw's softly spoken response echoed in the corridor, dissolving Ian's inner doubts, "Even if just for a brief night, this magic granted ghosts the sense of taste."
Even after others explained, Ian still couldn't remember—he felt he must stay away from alcohol in the future, even after he becomes of age again, he shouldn't touch it.
"I don't know I have such magic." Ian glanced at his personal panel, which recorded spells, none having effects similar to this.
He could only think towards the Transformation Technique.
"Maybe it wasn't magic, who knows, you managed to accomplish an incredible thing anyway." Helena Ravenclaw drifted back to her mother's portrait.
Before Ian could inquire.
Her voice, filled with anxiety, continued to echo.
"I might indeed need to find you tomorrow night, my mother just spoke to me; it's the first time her portrait has spoken, I always thought she never left a piece of herself."
"Maybe she's just not wanted to communicate with me all these years."
Helena Ravenclaw visibly appeared somewhat hesitant, but seeing the promise to Lady Ravenclaw nearby, Ian immediately shook his head filled with endlessly fruitless thinking and got energized.
"Certainly not! She loves you very much, and has probably been waiting for you the whole time." He once again offered encouragement, and this time, Helena Ravenclaw didn't retort like before.
"I still don't know how to face her; if there really is another chance to choose, I think I should muster some courage that's so rare even during my lifetime."
"I've lost courage for far too long, after all, the last thing I did when I mustered courage caused a tragedy throughout my life." Helena Ravenclaw began to sob again.
"Tragedy won't always accompany you, just like regret shouldn't always accompany your mother." Ian wanted to pat Lady Helena Ravenclaw on the shoulder.
But his raised hand could probably only pat the lady's waist or rear; thinking about it, he withdrew his hand, fearing misunderstanding leading to Helena Ravenclaw changing her mind.
"Actually, for a good-looking Little Wizard like you, I ought to remain cautious, but my mother asked me to trust you, and this time I choose to trust her."
Helena Ravenclaw turned her head towards Ian.
Her tone carried a sigh.
"Of course, I'm also trusting last night's miracle." Perhaps other ghosts believed Ian performed some special magic, but only Helena, who looked after this Little Wizard at the time, knew for sure.
There wasn't anything cryptic or difficult about the spell nor ancient or modern magic. What was there was just the Little Wizard muttering, saying he thought everyone should have the right to enjoy deliciousness on this Halloween. Yes. Just "I think," only that sentence.
And then.
Following casual grumbling, an impossible miracle occurred.
It's just like a fairy tale story.
Absurd.
Strange.
Carrying a meaningful significance...