At night, people's fragile emotions are always stirred by the darkness, and the pale moon magnifies these insignificant vulnerabilities, making them sensitive and restless.
Hogwarts had grown quiet. In the empty corridors, even the patrolling professors and Filch had drifted into dreamland, leaving only the wandering thoughts of the sleepless to roam.
Every now and then, indistinguishable sounds echoed from near and far—the whispers of ghosts who were trapped in eternal sleep yet lived forever.
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