"You sneak into the girls' bathroom as a boy and treat someone's chest pain here... I think you are the weirdest."
Myrtle stared at Luofu's handsome face, she covered her face and said shyly: "But, I like it."
"Myrtle, don't talk nonsense, I'm really here to treat you." Luofu said seriously:
"Besides me, it's important to know if any other wizards have been here recently, especially those who don't look like students."
"Does it count if someone scolds me?" Myrtle was floating in the air, she gasped:
"This has happened several times. Every time I go out of the bathroom, I don't see anyone scolding me."
"Then you left the bathroom and went to find the wizard who scolded you?"
"Yes..." Myrtle said with a tearful tone: "My life here has no joy, only sadness. Now that I am dead, people still won't let me go!"
"When did this thing start?" Luofu frowned.
"On Christmas vacation, I was taking a bath in the toilet... Well, it was suicide." Myrtle said with exaggerated emotion, "Peeves always tortured me, so I came here and wanted to commit suicide. Later, of course,
I remembered that I was already dead.
Then there was a hoarse voice at the door, calling me Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle!"
The young man nodded lightly. If he guessed correctly, at the beginning of the Christmas vacation, Quirrell began to use this method to lure Myrtle away, and then sneaked into the secret room.
"I understand, Myrtle, don't tell anyone about my arrival. It's a secret between the two of us." Rolf explained: "I'll go back and check the information now. I'll see you next time. Goodbye!"
"Don't leave. Chat with me for a while. I haven't talked to the wizard in half a year." Myrtle said a little lonely.
"I saw you pestering Malfoy yesterday." Rolf turned and left.
"I mean... I haven't chatted with a wizard as handsome as you!" Myrtle chased out and said with tears in her eyes:
"Scamander, my chest hurts. I wish you were a ghost and could rub it for me..."
Luofu walked faster, but at the intersection, he met a familiar witch who gave him a headache.
"Wow, it's Ms. Gray...she's so beautiful." Myrtle floated next to Rolf and said with a look of jealousy: "I wish I could be half as beautiful as her."
Seeing the young man staring at Ms. Grey, Myrtle reminded him with a hum:
"You'd better not strike up a conversation. Ms. Gray doesn't pay attention to any students. She has a very cold temper..."
Before Myrtle could finish her words, she saw Ms. Gray floating directly over. In her eyes, the woman who was extremely beautiful and as noble as a princess held the hem of her skirt with her two slender fingers. She looked at Luo Fu,
Her eyebrows were naturally charming and she said softly:
"Rolf, why are you here?"
"Is something wrong?!" Rolf passed by Ms. Gray, and he said impatiently: "Didn't you tell me not to look for me in school?"
Ms. Gray looked at the boy with a look of resentment.
Myrtle: "..."
Myrtle stared at the two distant figures with wide eyes and a puzzled look on her face. Ms. Gray, who she thought was noble and cold, just followed Luo Fu step by step, and even dropped a few of them intentionally or unintentionally.
step.
Myrtle pinched her face hard...it hurt, it wasn't a dream.
She sobbed sadly, rose into the air, turned around, returned to the bathroom, and fell headfirst into the toilet.
She is lovelorn again!
She is no longer alive,
Woohoo!!
Along the corridor, Rolf walked slowly. He glanced at Ms. Gray who was following behind him silently, and said directly:
"Helena, I really can't resurrect you. It's not that I don't want to, but that I don't have the ability... I am just an ordinary little wizard who raises a few small animals that are not too dangerous..."
"Can an ordinary little wizard learn to cast spells without a wand in the first grade?" Helena said softly:
"Did you know? Your magic to control plants is very similar to Hufflepuff's.
"But I am not a Hufflepuff after all." Rolf said noncommittally.
"You can wait until you grow up, I can afford to wait!" Helena said seriously:
"I came to you just to tell you that I know where the magic book is and I can take you there to help you grow quickly."
"Can there be as many books as the Hogwarts library?" Rolf asked: "If you can study all the books in the library in your lifetime, you are no longer an ordinary person. I don't need your magic book.
"
"It's different." Helena shook her head and said: "The most precious books in the library are all from my mother's private collection, which can only be traced back to Sumer, Assyria and ancient Egypt...
But before that, there was a splendid wizarding country that was even older."
Rolf looked at Helena suspiciously and said: "But Bathilda Bagshot's "History of Magic" takes the Sumerian wizarding country Eridu as the beginning of wizarding history.
Earlier, Professor Binns said that it was just the chaotic Stone Age. After that, humans and magical animals mated and accidentally acquired their magical talents, which resulted in the earliest wizards."
"Of course not, the history of wizards is much longer than you think..." Helena shook her head and said:
"It's just that there are some things that are too far away, obscure and difficult to understand. People who know them are unwilling to talk about them, and they don't write them in books. Of course, few people in future generations will know about them."
"Appreciate further details."
Helena said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I heard these from my mother a thousand years ago. It was so long ago that I...have forgotten them all."
"..."
How can you forget about such an important thing?!
Rolf seriously doubted whether Helena was Ravenclaw's biological daughter. Otherwise, how could a family known for its wisdom and the smartest witch in the world give birth to such a stupid daughter.
This paternal gene is so trembling!
"Although I don't remember much, I know that many powerful magic items are left behind by these older wizarding countries." Helena said quickly:
"My mother's Ravenclaw diadem is also the product of those magical skills. It is not a magic item that today's wizards can make!"
"Where are those books hidden?" Rove asked.
"In my mother's grave."
"..."
"You mean, let's steal your mother's..." Luofu coughed and changed to a more elegant word: "Your mother's tomb?"
"It's not tomb robbing, it's just to enter the tomb and pass on some ancient knowledge..."
Helena obviously felt that it was a bit outrageous, but in order to be resurrected, she no longer cared so much.
"I remember hearing Professor Slytherin mention a magical item that can be resurrected. Look for it. Maybe there is a method for making it in those books."
"What's that thing called?" Rolf asked.
"Resurrection Stone!"
"..."
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(Thanks to "Starting from White", "Purple Case Burning Incense" and QQ reader "A Salted Fish Sheep" for the reward.)