A ruined Hogwarts

The grand party belonging to the ghosts is still going on, and it is hard to imagine that there would be such a lively atmosphere in this cold room-like environment.

The event also attracted several professors. In addition to Dumbledore chatting with a group of cloaked ghosts with great interest, Professor Snape stood outside the door and poked his head in to take a look, with a gloomy look as if he had been awakened from sleep. Then he was surrounded by Dumbledore. Bullido noticed with sharp eyes. Dumbledore scooped him up and introduced him enthusiastically to the ghost friends around him. Snape's face was full of gloom and rejection the whole time.

Professor Flitwick also came to join in the fun. The little professor enthusiastically waved his wand on the stage and directed a series of instruments to play a moving symphony. As a result, he received a cold reception from the ghosts and only a few live ones. People were clapping vigorously.

Later, Knight Francis led a team of headless hunters riding ghost horses around the conference room to perform a wonderful performance. Accompanied by the long sound of horns, they were like a group of warriors rushing to the battlefield in a fearless charge.

This enthusiastic and generous ghost rider also kindly invited the almost headless Nick to sit on his ghost horse. Nick was so moved that he almost cried, but accidentally fell off the horse during the performance.

Immediately afterwards, Sir Stuart conducted the ghost band to play a tune of his own composition, which was unanimously praised by the ghosts. Although the sound of the saw was always the same harsh and unpleasant to Owen's ears, Ms. Gray rarely expressed her appreciation.

Only Ms. Elizabeth had no intention of performing. After communicating with a group of ghosts for a while, she bowed slightly to everyone, then slipped into the back of the stage lightly and never appeared again.

The three guests left one after another, but the enthusiasm of the ghosts did not die out. On the contrary, they had more fun because they put aside their restraint.

Blaise also set off a large string of fireworks among the ghosts. The blue and red fireworks gathered into vigorous fire dragons and elegant birds, illuminating the entire conference room and causing countless ghosts to fly along with the fireworks, like They are silver-white bubbles flying all over the sky.

At this time, Owen was about to bid farewell to Ms. Gray for the time being: "Helena, I have to go see those three friends. I hope you have a good time tonight." He waved his hand and then walked carefully among the ghosts. Hold on, lest you accidentally pass through someone's body.

After finally reaching the back of the stage, there is a smaller room hidden here, with blue candles also lit around it. The surrounding noise suddenly faded away, and even the unpleasant sound of the saw became faint.

Three ghosts who had not seen each other for thousands of years finally had a chance to meet, and they were communicating with each other harmoniously. The two men got along very well and chatted very enthusiastically, while Ms. Elizabeth, who looked indifferent, spent most of the time listening quietly, nodding and saying a few words from time to time.

"Oh, look who's here? Our smart little friend!" After seeing Owen, Knight Francis smiled heartily. "It's a pity that I can't give you a hug. I love my friend who writes stories."

Sir Stuart also smiled and pinched his mustache, with faint wrinkles on his hazy silver-white face: "Cunning little guy, I never dreamed that one day I would be tricked out of my home."

Ms. Elizabeth nodded slightly, her red eyes looked up and down at Owen, and a look of doubt and solemnity appeared on her beautiful and dull face again.

Owen grinned. He knew that once these three people met, he would be unable to hide his tricks, but he had no intention of continuing to hide them. He bowed gracefully and said, "I'm sorry to invite you here in this way. Being able to meet the three of you has always been my dream."

As he said that, he winked his left eye mischievously: "It's just that I think I'm just going along with it. If you don't come here happily, then nothing can be hidden from your wisdom."

"Have discernment." Sir Stuart said humorously, "Who can refuse to meet a few prestigious people of the same kind?" As he said, he patted Francis on the shoulder, and then looked at Elizabeth with a solemn expression: "Elizabeth , I'm sorry for your situation, I didn't expect at all..."

"It doesn't matter," Lady Elizabeth said simply. Owen heard her voice for the first time. It sounded ethereal and erratic, as if coming from a distant place on the wind, with a faint echo.

Her red eyes looked at Owen again, tilted her head, and said word by word: "I have something to tell you."

Owen nodded happily, and then followed the female ghost to the corner of the room.

Elizabeth flew around Owen. She looked to be in her twenties, with a slim figure. Her skirt and hair were flying silently, like a blooming silver rose swaying and dancing in the wind. Finally, she stared blankly at Owen's face, with a trace of undetectable worry appearing on her dull and beautiful face.

"There's something wrong with your body." She said in a slow and hollow voice, seemingly with great difficulty, "I can feel that there is an extremely evil force entrenched in your body..."

"How did you find out?" Owen raised his eyebrows. She could actually detect the problem of the black devil guard?

"It seems that you are not surprised, you know..." Ms. Elizabeth looked at him indifferently, slowly raised her slender finger, pointed at her red eyes, and answered Owen's question: "I am not an ordinary person." It’s not a ghost, but a cursed spirit, so it can be discovered.”

"Curse Spirit?" Owen looked at the other person in confusion. He had never heard of this term.

"I did not become a ghost voluntarily, but was cursed by a wizard and was forced to stay in this world. I am a cursed spirit, which can also be called an 'evil spirit'." Elizabeth said every word without any ups and downs. say. Although she was telling her own sorrow, she did not show any emotion. It seemed that all the emotions had been wiped out from her body.

Owen was stunned for a moment and said slowly: "I'm sorry..." This kind-hearted lady was cursed and became an evil existence after death. It is undoubtedly very pitiful and sad.

Ms. Elizabeth just shook her head and said one word at a time: "The cursed spirit is a type of spirit body controlled by evil instincts. Although I barely preserved my sanity, I am still an evil existence in nature, and therefore I have preserved a part of it. Special abilities...such as possession."

She tilted her head and looked at Owen, frowning and organizing her words with a serious face: "I don't know if you know that the evil power in your body is like a tough and empty shell, which is very difficult for the evil spirit. The body has a strong allure and is easily possessed.”

Owen's pupils suddenly contracted. The Dark Guard, Voldemort's change in attitude, everything has answers.

"That guy is eyeing my body? Doesn't he have Quirrell?" Owen rolled his eyes wildly in his mind, "Eating what's in the bowl and thinking about what's in the pot, Voldemort is really a piece of shit." Although he was crazily arranging the other person in his mind , but his expression still became serious.

Elizabeth didn't pay attention to the change in Owen's expression, and just said quietly: "The existence of that power makes it very easy for you to be influenced and manipulated by evil spirits once you are possessed by evil spirits, and you may even be directly seized of the ownership of your body... The human body The endurance is limited. The more powerful evil spirits are, the more corrosive they are to the physical body. Because of the buffering of that evil force, your body’s endurance will be stronger..."

She tilted her head again and looked at Owen with divergent red pupils: "Moreover, your body seems to be being changed intentionally, and it is slowly becoming able to sustain possession for a longer period of time. It seems to be the influence of the potion. …”

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth. He knew that something was wrong with the pot of potion that Voldemort had brewed! Magic potions are not only for drinking, but also for gas... He stayed in the vapor of the potion for a long time that day, and it made him sick just thinking about it.

"I think you should have been targeted by some evil spirit." Ms. Elizabeth looked at him blankly, her expression strangely numb, "However, this change is subtle and will take a while. It won’t be a short period of time, and the evil spirit will probably not touch you during this period... You’d better seek help before then and find a way to eliminate that spirit body.”

"Ms. Elizabeth, does evil spirit possession require the consent of the host?" Owen pondered.

"It's not necessary. People with weak will are more likely to be possessed, but there are also many people who can drive away the possessed evil spirits with their own will and spirit. However, if the host is willing, the possession will go smoothly." Ms. Elizabeth responded word for word, "You are one of those people who is extremely easily possessed."

"This is such a sad discovery." The smile on Owen's face was gentle and perfect, but his slightly narrowed eyes contained a strong murderous intent. "What if the evil spirit targeting me cannot be eliminated? What should I do?"

Ms. Elizabeth said indifferently: "It's very simple. Since there is an empty shell in your body suitable for evil spirits to survive, fill it with something else before being possessed."

Owen raised his eyebrows: "You want to possess me?"

The beautiful and dull female ghost looked at him in confusion, as if she was very surprised that he would ask such a question. She shook her head without thinking: "The power in your body is very powerful, and only a more powerful and evil spirit can possess and control you. I don't meet the requirements and will only be instinctively destroyed by that power. I will never be able to possess you again." There is no relief.”

"It can be said that there should be no evil spirit in this world that can meet the requirements." A blank and solemn look appeared on her face again, "So, the thing that is targeting you...may not be an evil spirit, but something more evil and... A terrifying existence.”

Owen also nodded with a heavy face, and then bowed sincerely and thanked: "Thank you for reminding me, Ms. Elizabeth. This is very important to me."

Ms. Elizabeth looked away indifferently and said in an ethereal tone: "If you need to study how to fill that empty shell, I may be able to provide you with some help. I have done some research on spiritual bodies. In the nightmare forest where I live, There are still some nightmares that can be used as material, but they cannot be harmed..."

"Thank you. I'll visit. I hope I won't disturb you." Owen looked at the lady who was not good at words with a smile. Although the other party's expression is always cold and dull, one can still feel her kindness and gentle heart.

Ms. Elizabeth turned her head away, seeming a little embarrassed.

In response, Owen could only smile and shake his head, what a kind and shy lady.