Professor Leslie turned towards Xifa and looked directly at Xifa with her sharp eyes.
"Yes, I don't agree with this plan."
Facing Professor Leslie's questioning gaze, Xifa showed no signs of timidity and repeated with a normal expression.
Professor Leslie understood that this was not because Xifa was acting out of impulse, but because he really knew something.
"Then what do you think? Xifa-san?"
Tom turned his back to Professor Leslie and showed a sarcastic smile to Xifa.
Xifa turned a blind eye to it and explained to Professor Leslie with an indifferent expression.
"The reason why ghosts exist in the wizarding world is because they have a strong obsession and reluctance to leave this wonderful world."
"Under normal circumstances, they really don't have a big impact on the environment."
For example, as long as it is a solid, the ghost will not change the shape of the object under any circumstances when it passes through it. However, when the ghost passes through the fire, its own special material will react wonderfully with the fire, producing a temporary
Blue light and shadow.
"The main difference between undead and ghosts is that they stay actively and passively."
"And Tom."
Xifa then smiled and turned her gaze to Tom, who was blushing because he was ignored.
"I guess you only said that Jack is an undead because he has no shadow and no soul fluctuations, right?"
"Why, am I right?"
"Of course that's not right, you just passed these two points."
Xifa sighed and shook his head, acting like you were nothing more than that.
"Professor Leslie, you have also discovered that only a small amount of magic can hit Jack, but it has no effect."
Professor Leslie nodded. She had indeed encountered this phenomenon, and she also knew that those kinds of magic were magic spells that touched ghosts.
That's why she agreed with Tom's conclusion.
"Judging from the effects of magic, it is indeed an undead existence. However, Jack can be touched!"
"impossible!"
Tom's expression changed drastically, and negative words came out of his mouth.
Professor Leslie also frowned.
Char and Miranda nodded towards Elise, who also looked shocked.
Only Cassandra looked innocent and didn't know what to do. At present, her knowledge has not been exposed to this common sense. Her own bloodline witchcraft alone has basically taken up all her study energy.
The first to take action was Tom.
He called the flower pot outside the window sill and threw it at Jack.
Snapped--
The flowerpot was blocked by Jack and fell to the ground and shattered.
When Tom saw this, he stayed where he was.
"Don't blame yourself too much, Tom, just take a look at this."
Xifa bent down and picked up a piece of broken pottery that fell at his feet.
Throw it at Jack...
Without incident, the fragments passed through Jack and hit the wall.
"What's going on? Magic?"
After all, Professor Leslie was an experienced professor, and she understood the difference in the blink of an eye.
Tom used magic to throw the flower pot, but Sypha threw the pieces with her own hands.
"Yes! But spells are all magic, some work and some don't. If it is a physical object, as long as it is contaminated with magic, it will be blocked."
"Well, as far as I know, there are no undead in this state in the magic world."
Needless to say, Professor Leslie retracted his plan to let Tom check the spellcasting status of each little wizard.
Tom originally wanted to show his face in front of the various young wizards and check whether there were any servants worthy of following him.
It was impossible for Xifa to see what he was thinking, he just wanted to embarrass himself.
Otherwise, why didn't he tell the professor his findings when he first asked the question?
Tom ignored that he had indeed made a mistake in judgment, and that there was no record of such a thing in Slantlin's notes.
What the undead said was something he read in a shabby miscellaneous book in the library!
"In the end, we still don't know anything. You can leave first, I will seal this place immediately."
Seeing that everyone was silent, Professor Leslie made a suggestion.
"Good professor."
Everyone had nothing to say and could only answer obediently.
...
"Don't you have any idea?"
On the corridor aisle.
Sifa walked last with Elise and Cassandra.
Elise took Xifa's arm, Xifa tilted his head and whispered to Elise in confusion.
"No, all my thoughts come from you."
Elise's lips opened slightly, and an almost inaudible voice reached Xifa's ears.
Tsk, when faced with a curse that I have never seen before, it is directly in my shape.
Somewhat helpless...
He was completely unaware of the slight smile on Elise's lips.
Recently, Xifa has been obsessed with training and teaching, and has neglected them for a long time. This time, he will do a little trick, and Xifa will take time to care about himself.
Of course, this is also true. I really don’t know what magic this is. The most important thing is.
There are no magic traces or magic pattern structures at all, so I can’t analyze it myself!
"Cassandra, what are you thinking about?"
Passing the corner and going down the stairs, the stairs in the outer courtyard are of different heights than those in the inner courtyard.
Kassandra, who was so imaginative, missed the target without paying attention.
Fortunately, she grabbed Xifa's other arm, and Xifa was strong enough to lift her off the ground.
Startled, Cassandra came to her senses.
He heard Xifa looking at him fondly again.
She smiled sweetly first, and then whispered.
"There was a portrait hanging on the wall just now at the corner of the stairs. I really want to turn the Malfoy who had a conflict with us into what he looks like in the painting!"
oh?
Xifa was so distracted that he almost forgot. He slapped Abraxas and forgot about him.
Wait until you get back and ask them what they went through.
After going down this flight of stairs, we came to the corner.
Xifa unexpectedly turned sideways and looked up above his head.
Most of the portrait that Cassandra mentioned appeared in Xifa's eyes.
What I saw in the painting was a black forest with a background of black smoke.
There is a muddy path in the middle.
There was a wizard in a black cloak on the path, with his back to everyone.
On his hand was a ragged man.
The man made a deep scratch on the ground and stuck his hand into the soil, trying to stop himself from being dragged away.
The other hand was raised above his head, as if calling for help.
The face is a bit unclear, and I don't know how desperate his expression is.
Although the content in the painting was strange, Xifa was not surprised.
In the main castle, there is also a slug portrait.
But don't underestimate it, just add eyes to it - conceptual eyes.
This painting has the ability to monitor external movements.
What's more, the portraits in Hogwarts can be visited freely!