"Mr. Liang, please explain why you did this?" Lockhart looked a little unhappy. After all, everyone would be unhappy if he was disrupted when he was showing off.
"Well, I saw that you did such a good job in the battle against the werewolf, so I couldn't help but want to cheer, but I accidentally fired the magic." After finishing speaking, Ryan quietly wiped a cold sweat and made up a story in such a short period of time.
It's not easy to tell lies.
"Ah, I can understand your excitement when you see my heroic figure, but I hope you won't do this again in the future. After all, there are so many classmates in the class, and it's not good for you to disturb their viewing like this." After finishing speaking,
Lockhart turned around, straightened his expression and continued his performance.
Many boys secretly gave Ryan a thumbs up for his ability to bullshit, but some girls looked at Ryan with angry eyes. There are idiot fans everywhere.
After class, Ryan vented his dissatisfaction by talking about today's homework (he was actually asked to write a poem, or was it a flattery poem? What was in Lockhart's mind?). Then he followed the flow of people into the library.
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After Ryan finished his homework, he began to search the bookshelf for books related to basilisks.
Perhaps because the basilisk itself is very rare, there are not many books related to the basilisk in the library. Except for "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" which gives a general introduction to the basilisk, other books only mention it in a few words. The only gain
It is a Greek wizard's travel diary that states that the older the basilisk is, the more difficult it is to deal with it.
But the problem is that Ryan already knew about this. But after reading the entire travelogue, Ryan noticed an interesting point in it. According to the wizard's description, although the basilisk can communicate with Parselmouth, in fact, the basilisk
The brain is still that of a beast and does not have the wisdom of a human being.
This is good news. Attacking a beast is completely different from attacking an intelligent beast. But some things still need to be investigated on the spot.
While most people were doing homework, Ryan slipped out of the library and ran to Myrtle's bathroom. As soon as he opened the door and entered, he saw Myrtle sitting on the sink.
"I know you, we met two days ago. But this is the women's bathroom, not a place you should come in." Myrtle said to Ryan after seeing Ryan enter the door.
"I'm here to find you." Ryan said.
"Looking for me?" Myrtle looked a little surprised. "You know, even though I am dead, there are still many people talking about me behind my back. No one has ever thought that poor Myrtle also has feelings. I am not like Nick
He has a wide range of friends and is not as enthusiastic as the fat monk. He also does not have the noble status of Helena and Barrow, so..."
At this point, Myrtle suddenly floated over and looked into Ryan's eyes: "I don't know why you came to me? Are you really not here to laugh at me?"
"It has nothing to do with laughing at you, it's just that only you know about this problem, so I can only come to you." Ryan said sincerely, looking into Tao Jinliang's eyes.
"Really, I am the only one who knows?" Myrtle happily spun around in the air. "Ask me. As long as I know something, I will definitely tell you."
"It may be a little offensive, but I want to know what the specific circumstances were when you died?"
"Oh, that's terrible," she said with relish, and Myrtle's whole demeanor suddenly changed. It seemed that no one had ever asked her such a question that she felt honored to have. "That's the thing.
What happened here. I died in this toilet..."
After listening to Myrtle's statement, Ryan ignored the story of her hiding in the toilet and crying after being bullied at school, and asked with some reluctance: "Did you really not see what was attacking?"
"Yes, I just remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..."
"Then can you give me a rough description of where you saw those two eyes?"
"No problem." After saying that, Myrtle sat on the toilet, Ryan conjured two light balls to represent the pair of eyes, and then adjusted the position of the eyes according to Myrtle's instructions.
It was obvious that Myrtle had always remembered the thing that killed her. Five or six minutes later, after Ryan adjusted the position of the light ball again, Myrtle nodded and indicated that the eyes he was looking at back then were at the current position of the light ball.
Based on the knowledge about the basilisk seen in the library and the distance between the eyes of the basilisk obtained this time, Ryan was able to confirm the size of the basilisk. Ryan quickly took out a notebook from his bag and wrote down the data.
Myrtle watched Ryan writing rapidly and asked curiously: "Is this important to you?"
"It's very important, it may even be related to my life." Ryan said while writing.
"Ah, it's an honor to help you." Myrtle looked very happy. This may be the first time she has received such attention.
After taking notes, Ryan made some soul chocolate on the spot and gave it to Myrtle as a thank you gift. Myrtle took the chocolate and said: "It turns out that you made the food at Nick's banquet. Unfortunately, there were too many people crowded around the table at that time.
"More. I only ate one chicken wing. Thank you for your gift! You are welcome to come again next time."
After saying goodbye to Myrtle this year, Ryan found a deserted place and opened a small space door leading to the world of Plants vs. Zombies, and then threw the notes he had just taken in. These data were helpful for Ryan's previous customization
The equipment can deal with the basilisk more effectively.
After doing all this, Ryan returned to the common room. The homework discussion group gathered together and did not do homework today. Because tomorrow is the Gryffindor team's Quidditch match, everyone gathered together to prepare some banners and the like.
Something to cheer you up.
The knowledge Ryan had learned through "Hundred Common Potions Making" quickly came in handy, and he concocted a magical glitter textile dye that could only last for 36 hours (thanks to the Weasley brothers for providing the raw materials)
.so they can make banners directly from sheets.
After drawing the roaring lion, Hermione cast a little magic on it so that the lion could roar.
"This is a little trick I learned from the Fat Friar, isn't it good?" Hermione said to Ryan after releasing the magic.
"It seems that you learned a lot of good things from ghosts yesterday."
"Yes." Hermione nodded arrogantly. "I don't know why, but most wizards ignore those ghosts and don't even know that ghosts are also carriers of knowledge. When chatting with them yesterday, I learned something
I learned a lot of knowledge that I have never seen before, and even knowledge that has been lost.”
"That's because your attitude impressed them. Those ghosts have been floating in the world for hundreds of years, and their experience allows them to easily discern the inner thoughts of the people talking to them. And your kind of deep-seated
The desire for knowledge that emerged moved them, so you gained a lot. As far as I know, there are very few wizards who can learn knowledge from ghosts."
"It seems I'm not a nerd who only knows how to read." Hermione said with a sigh of relief.