Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Of all Jody's pen pals, talking to Mary was the most relaxing.

Especially after these few days of training, reading my aunt’s letter is like a day of salvation.

Aunt Mary's reply was always very cordial. She was very happy with Jody's letter of greetings. At the same time, she complained that her children never contacted her even though they lived so close to each other, and they had no plans to take winter vacation this year.

Go home.

"...Perhaps you would like to come to Hogsmeade to spend Christmas. I would like to introduce you to my family. My husband was also ostracized from Slytherin House as a half-blood."

Halloween is coming soon, and Jody is a little puzzled that his Halloween is unexpectedly peaceful.

The Slytherin children no longer seemed to focus on him, which made him feel relieved, but he vaguely felt that things were not that simple.

In fact, Jodi gave them very few opportunities to cause trouble. Jodi spent most of his time switching between his three practice rooms.

After Chino's office and the Shrieking Shack, Jody rarely went to the bathroom, which was the least hidden. This resulted in the fact that when he appeared again, Myrtle seemed to be as sensitive and sensitive as when they first met.

Fragile.

Jody stood on the floor helplessly watching Myrtle floating above and crying.

"Don't be like this, you're crying like I did something."

"Uuuu~ You still said you didn't do anything!" Myrtle yelled.

Jodi patiently continued to persuade, "Maybe you can change places with me? Sometimes I get bored from practice and I really want to talk to you."

"Ugh~ These are all excuses. You just want to get rid of me. Get rid of the annoying Yao Jinniang..."

Myrtle, who was overly excited, sat in the air with her legs side by side. Her robe was a little messy due to the hysteria just now.

Her cheeks became rosy because of her grievance, and glowed with a strange color.

Big tears rolled down the cheeks, and the floating teardrops swayed like mercury in pieces, and the single ones were as round and pure white as pearls.

The choking twitching made it seem a little difficult for her to even speak. Coupled with her ghost body that was as pale as smoke, Jodi really had no way to guard against her like before.

Myrtle finally calmed down after fussing for a long time. She seemed surprised that Jody would wait until she could speak rationally again. She straightened herself out and wiped the tears from her large-framed glasses.

"Ghosts are bound to the land. I can't leave the place where I died too far. Especially when I'm weak... That book should have told you these things."

Of course Jody had read that ghosts were an important subject of study in the occult.

"Ghosts are the final burning of the occult, exchanging the curse of eternal life for the right to exist." Jody recalled the contents of the book, "The ghostly soul memories will become unstable, and they will be unable to interfere with the world of the living and no longer exist.

Progress cannot be made unless..."

Myrtle, who understood why Jody had stopped, whispered, "Well, keep going."

"Unless the ghosts voluntarily deepen the curse again, shouldering some responsibility full of strong desires such as protection or revenge. The desires will revive some of their abilities and even strengthen them, but from then on the ghost can no longer completely maintain itself.

With his own will, he will be corrupted bit by bit by his own wishes until he finally turns into a simple and paranoid elf until he returns or is expelled."

"The ghosts of Hogwarts rely on the strong magical atmosphere in this land, especially a guy like me. I am so weak that I can't even take off my glasses or change my clothes."

Myrtle, who was making a big fuss, seemed to have completely let down her guard, floating in the air and saying those rare words in her heart, "And my wish is so small, I just don't dare to face death,

I just want to get back the complete life that I didn't live through, and I want to have the warmth that belongs to me... But I can only watch students come and go one after another."

"Why won't you be driven away by me? Why do you stay and let me misunderstand you as my friend once?" Myrtle became hysterical again.

"Hey~ we are friends." Jodi sighed inwardly that this woman is so troublesome.

"No, it's not what you think..." Myrtle avoided Jodi and seemed to refuse to cooperate. "Everyone gathered at Hogwarts may have such a wish. Maybe they can be together in this eternal world.

Before our despair turns into a monster, someone can help us choose the third ending."

"...Don't come to my place again, goodbye Jody."

Myrtle's tone became gentler than she had ever heard before, which made Jody feel a little creepy.

……………………

Catching Quirrell's idle moment, Jody stopped him.

"...You must know something, Professor Quirrell!" Only now did Jodi realize that Yao Jinniang is still an important friend to him. If she really disappeared, he would not have another normal friend in the school.

The person to chat with?

After that, he asked almost all the ghosts, and Jody knew from their strange behavior that something big was definitely happening.

The answer given by Professor Spencer was the most baffling. He just muttered that the skylight in the auditorium seemed to have been replaced recently and ignored Jody as he floated over his body.

I haven't heard any news about Peeves' mischief for a long time. It turns out that this guy is hiding somewhere.

The ghost of Slytherin, Barrow the Bloody, stayed in an empty room on the fourth floor of the school with his long sword, guarding a shield that he pulled out from nowhere from morning to night.

Mrs. Gray stayed at the door of the Ravenclaw common room all day long as if she had lost her soul.

The almost headless Nick rushed from one end of the corridor to the other end every day as if he had taken stimulants, repeatedly emphasizing to every student he met that he must guard the school and protect this pure land that belongs to them.

The fat monk seemed the most normal, but compared to the strangeness of all the other ghosts, he seemed the most abnormal.

Quirrell was surprised by his question, but deep down he felt it was natural.

"These things are not your responsibility now. The soul you must save first is your own!"

Jody held his wand tightly but really had no intention of reciting the next spell, "The movable stairs in the castle seem to be much cleaner recently. In fact, it is not that they have become cleaner, but that the small damages are disappearing little by little.

The hole in the wall caused by the out-of-control spell in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom has disappeared. Everyone thought Filch had found a way to repair it, but why wasn't it repaired ten years earlier?"

Quirrell stopped what he was doing and listened to Jody's observation.

"...This castle is healing, healing itself without anyone's interference. Am I right?" Seeing Quirrell's reaction, Jodi made a judgment in his heart, and he continued, "Deng

What is the magic circle that Professor Bullido repaired? What is it doing?

For the safety of students, do you plan to give up those abandoned ghosts?"

"That's enough!" Quirrell seemed to be irritated by Jodi's choice of words.

"Professor Dumbledore has never thought about abandoning anything, and I have never thought about it! The magic of the Age of Gods was already relatively ancient knowledge in the era of the school's founder! We don't know how many functions these magics have, we just

Can decipher the part we need!”

This is the second person today who has become hysterical in front of Jody.

When Quirrell roared like a collapse but was still rushing to add an extra layer of soundproofing charm to his office, Jody then remembered how anxious the professor was during this period, and recalled the state in which he took time out.

Help yourself practice magic spells.

Just because I refused to go to the magic hospital.

"Those idiots at the Ministry of Magic! Idiots!

The Malfoy family and the mysterious man have been confused for a day or two! Just to win over the pure-blood family, just to show their goodwill to the pure-blood family, they actually let such a person enter the council!

Now that Professor Dumbledore is being picked on by those on the Board of Governors, Hogwarts, which is already short of manpower, is already on alert to fill the vacancy in the absence of the principal!

Seven doors!

What can I do! What should I do!”