I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

The fat monk looked at Lin En dumbfounded.

He stammered and opened his mouth and said, "How do you know?"

Lynn stared at him closely, and said very seriously: "You should also know that Hogwarts is now at a critical moment as a monk, so your answer is very important to me, please think it through before telling me."

The fat friar also saw that Lynn wasn't joking with him or clichéd. He knew that this "Professor Lockhart" was usually trusted by Dumbledore, so he agreed solemnly.

"Ask, and I will tell the truth."

"Is the method you are researching to revive ghosts a variant of horcrux production? Treat the ghost's soul as a split soul fragment, and then stuff this fragment into a container, and if the container is a human being , then this ghost will occupy the magpie's nest, completely control the human body, and complete another kind of resurrection, right?"

The fat monk looked at Lynn like he was looking at you, a monster.

"What you said is absolutely correct, but this is an accidental discovery that my companion and I were studying ghosts. How did you know it?"

Lynn took a deep breath and briefly explained: "I actually came up with the same resurrection method when I learned about the specific method of making the Horcrux, but I didn't try it specifically.

So I have a lot of questions about this method of ghost resurrection. For example, if ghosts use this method to resurrect themselves, does the cost of making this kind of Horcrux also need to kill an innocent life? "

The fat monk looked solemn.

"The production of Horcruxes is an extremely evil magic. If you want to split your own soul, and then attach this soul to another object, you must sacrifice the lives of innocent people. Because of this, my friend and I have never I haven’t tried it, and I haven’t leaked this resurrection method.”

"The life of the sacrifice must be the life of the owner of the body that occupies it?"

"This depends on the ghost's own choice. He can choose to kill the owner of the body he wants to occupy, or he can kill another person to share a body with the original owner."

"That is to say, the revived ghost and the original owner of the body can coexist in the same body?"

The fat monk said with a gloomy face: "This is not a kind and good thing. When the ghost completes the ritual of making the "Horcrux", he will never be separated from his host.

And because of the power of black magic, the soul in the original body will always be suppressed, unless the resurrected ghost is willing, otherwise the innocent soul will be suppressed forever, watching his body being manipulated by others, but can't do anything . "

"Is there any defect in the body made into a Horcrux by the ghost?" Lynn stared at the fat monk closely, waiting for his answer.

The fat monk said without hesitation: "The defect is very obvious. After all, the ghost does not occupy his body. He uses magic much worse than normal people, and he cannot fully and flexibly control his body. He looks weak and weak, like a ghost. patient."

Lynn's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself, "Everything, this is the last piece of the puzzle."

The fat monk didn't hear what he said: "What did you say?"

"There are no monks." Lynn thanked the fat monk earnestly, "Thank you for the information, I have one last question to ask you. Do you know where your ghost friend who was doing research with you ended up going? ?"

The fat monk frowned and recalled: "I haven't contacted him for a long time. After we separated, he decided to travel around the world. The last time we contacted him, he told me that he was in America."

Lynn was ten minutes late for his afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

But none of the little wizards pursued these things. They didn't even have the heart to attend class today, and few of them were willing to raise their hands to answer Lynn's questions in class.

After all, this was a special matter. He didn't investigate the students' learning status, and announced that the get out of class was over after assigning homework.

He then pulls over a Slytherin student and asks him to help call "Lynn" to his office.

"Professor Snape was attacked, and now the whole Slytherin is gloomy, and there are sighs everywhere in the common room." As soon as Xiao Bu entered Lynn's office, he began to describe the current Hogwarts students to him. their status.

"I also heard many students talking about when they would leave Hogwarts. They said that they had already written letters to their families. It is precisely because Dumbledore has been removed from the position of headmaster now, and Slytherin's life after he left The descendant brazenly started preparing to kill people, regardless of whether he was a wizard or not, and started attacking the professor directly."

Xiaobu sat on the sofa with a worried face.

"If this goes on, Lynn, I feel that Hogwarts will be closed before I come to school next year. Will I not be able to learn magic by then?"

"No, if my judgment is correct, today should be the last attack."

Xiao Bu's eyes widened: "Have you caught the murderer?"

Lynn changed the dark green robe he wore in class and put on a black robe.

"Okay, don't ask so many questions. I'll tell you when I finish everything. I called you here because I have a task for you."

When Xiao Bu heard this, he immediately stood at attention, and said playfully, "You can completely trust Xiao Bu!"

The little wizards are destined not to sleep very peacefully tonight, because no one knows whether there will be an attack or not, even though Professor McGonagall tried his best to assure the students in the auditorium at dinner that the professors will protect the safety of the students.

But a professor has already been seriously injured and unconscious because of this, and the professor can't even protect himself, so why should the students believe that they can protect others?

So Professor McGonagall's guarantee seemed so weak.

In the empty corridors of the castle, there was no one except for the flames blowing in the wind. At this time, no normal little wizard would go out at night at this time.

However, normal little wizards don't travel at night, but abnormal little wizards do.

A thin figure walked down the castle quietly along the stairs. She avoided the patrolling professor all the way, and walked out of the gate of the castle like a ghost.

After leaving the castle, she didn't stop, and trotted all the way to the lawn where the first grade was taking flight lessons. She knelt down and groped on the grass. She didn't know what she found, and a dark hole suddenly appeared in the originally flat grass.

Just as she was about to walk down the cave, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

"Are you going to question your accomplice why Snape is still alive?"

The figure's entire body froze for an instant, and she turned around bluntly to look behind her.

The evening wind blew his black robe, and "Professor Lockhart" stared at her expressionlessly.

"Miss Fontana, is Berhild your real name?"