I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

After Lin En separated from the ghost nun, he followed her guide to patrol the underground classroom.

Soon, he found the fat monk who was chatting with a knight ghost with an arrow in his head beside the long table where the food was being placed.

He walked over quickly, found the gap where the knight ghost left, and chatted with the fat monk.

The fat friar is Hufflepuff's ghost, and his temper is gentle and friendly, no matter for Hufflepuff or other little wizards of the house.

So Lynn didn't hide it, but directly explained his intentions.

"Hi monk, are you free to chat with me now?"

The fat monk was holding a blue moldy cheese in his hand. He heard Lynn's voice and looked down at him.

"Ah, it turned out to be the little wizard of Slytherin. I didn't expect you to come to Nick's death anniversary dinner. Such a ghost gathering is not a pleasant place for living people, especially since there is no food suitable for you. "

As he spoke, he took a bite of the cheese in his hand, and he seemed to enjoy the pungent taste.

"Yes, it is indeed a bit cold here, but luckily I have eaten before coming here, so I can bear it." Lynn did not chat with the fat monk, but directly discussed with him about ghosts.

"I heard from Sister Mira that you have a lot of research on ghosts?"

Speaking of this, the fat monk looked very proud: "She's right, I was a monk in the church before I died, a monk who was very hopeful to become a cardinal in the future, that I've started my research on ghosts since then."

Lynn is not only interested in ghosts, but also in things like fat monks being able to occupy important positions in the church as a wizard.

"Why did you become a priest then?"

The fat monk was very interested in talking about this with Lynn. He moved his translucent body to find a suitable position, so that the cold on his body would affect Lynn, and he would not appear disrespectful by being too far away from him.

"Because my father used to be a clergyman, he used to be a faithful priest in the church, but then he met my mother, who was a witch, and after they fell in love with each other, my father stopped believing in the existence of God So I broke away from the church, but I still have all kinds of church books in my home. I grew up reading the Bible when I was a child.

After I entered Hogwarts, I was assigned to Hufflepuff. The life of studying magic in the college did not wipe out my interest in church knowledge. After graduating from Hogwarts, I entered the church of my hometown as a On an ascetic monk.

Muggle beliefs are actually quite interesting. At first I thought that the so-called gods were just some powerful wizards in ancient times. Their ability to use magic was discovered by Muggles, and then they respected them as gods. Finally, they developed from Muggles as the root and became A group that believes in God but does not allow God to appear.

But after a long time of exploration, I found that things are not as simple as I thought.

The God believed in the church is omnipotent and the only one of all things, and even the most powerful wizards cannot do this. Of course, this does not rule out the reason why Muggles exaggerate, but in later research I think this This possibility is very small, because not only Muggles, but also many things in the wizarding world that cannot be explained by magic. "

Lynn followed up his words in a timely manner: "The birth of ghosts? And the world of the dead?"

The fat monk nodded with a smile on his face: "That's right, I met a wandering ghost in the small town where I lived. At that time, I was thinking, since some wizards can become ghosts after death, then how can I get rid of them?" Where did those wizards who didn't become ghosts after death go? In other words, where does a person's soul belong after his physical death, and who assigns and manages all this.

I was very curious about this when I was young, so I kept that wandering ghost and asked him to cooperate with my research. He agreed to me because he had nothing to do in the world of the living. A secret room was built underground in the church, dedicated to the study of the existence of ghosts and the afterlife. "

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly became annoyed again.

"But after a period of time, I became a little negligent about things in the church. Originally, I was a key figure in the church because of my outstanding performance, and I was a strong candidate for promotion to the cardinal in the future, but during that time the senior The priests began to suspect that my cure for pox was nothing more than poking peasants with a stick, and my unwise habit of conjuring rabbits out of chalices, so I was eventually executed."

"Did you not resist?"

"No, I was stunned when they tied me to the gallows. My wand was taken away, I lost the ability to use apparition, and I could only be hanged in the end." The fat monk's tone became cheerful again , "However, after I died in the pain of suffocation, when I opened my eyes again, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I also turned into a ghost.

At that time, I was thrown into a mass grave. The ghost who worked with me before was lying beside my corpse and weeping silently. He was ecstatic when he found out that I had also become a ghost. We celebrated my death anniversary together. .

After that, I stayed in the small town of my hometown for a while. After I became a ghost, I could study myself more conveniently, but after a long time, I found that my knowledge was shallow. I couldn't find any results at all, and finally I decided to go back to my former school, Hogwarts, and continue my research with the knowledge here.

My ghost friend didn't want to be with me, and we separated, and he went on to travel the world, and I returned to the castle as Hufflepuff's resident ghost. "

After listening to the experience of the fat monk, Lin En sincerely praised: "What a wonderful experience!"

"Ah~ yes."

"Then you have studied the world of ghosts and the dead for so long, have you achieved anything?"

"I gave up my research two hundred years ago." The fat monk's tone was a little bit somber, but he didn't say the specific reason, "As for the results, of course there are, when I was still alive, my ghost and I A friend discovers an evil black magic.

It is not an exaggeration to call it the most evil black magic in the history of magic. This kind of magic is true for the living, but it is indeed a treasure for ghosts! "

The fat monk's eyes were solemn, his expression was solemn, and he said every word.

"It can bring dead ghosts back to life in another way!

The new life of the living! "