The next morning, Ginny came to the hall groggily, and thought about the events of the previous night, and Ginny was still a little incredulous.

He actually agreed to Mr. Riddle to lend his body to the other party. And I lent my body out again that night. Now it seems that it is exactly as she thought, although she is a little tired, but there are no accidents.

Mr. Riddle really wouldn't hurt her.

Ginny smeared the jam on the bread in a daze, and stuffed it into her mouth like a machine.

Then, a loud, shrill voice exploded in the auditorium, and she suddenly came to her senses.

"Ron—how dare you cast a spell on your classmates! And you broke your sister - it's been less than a month since school started! How dare you do such a thing—and you, Fred, George! ——”

Ginny saw a red letter turn into a mouth, hovering on the Gryffindor table and yelling!

It had almost scolded Ron and the twins, and now it had turned to itself.

This made her face turn pale all of a sudden.

Yesterday I remembered Mr. Riddle and forgot that Professor McGonagall had told her mother about the spell she had cast on the seniors.

Seeing the letter, Ginny wanted to flee immediately, and it would be a shame to be scolded in front of everyone. In fact, the two classmates who were still sitting next to her saw that the situation was wrong, and they had already jumped away, for fear of being accidentally injured by the sound of the shouting letter.

But, to Ginny's surprise, when the shouting letter hovered in front of her, Molly's voice suddenly softened: "I've heard everything, little Ginny. I have to say, you did a good job. Rest assured, no one is bothering your father, and if Percy is spelled by a first-year student, then we don't have much to say. Of course, don't be so impulsive next time. It's best to tell the professors if you're in trouble, okay? See you during the Christmas holidays. ”

After saying that, the roaring letter immediately burst into flames.

Ron and the twins are both a bit unbalanced.

If you really want to say bad, Ginny is bad, in fact, only her spell succeeds, but they are the only ones who are scolded.

"Do you think that's fair?" Ron said angrily.

"Okay, who made her your sister." Fred and George could see it.

"And Ginny was really cool yesterday."

Since yesterday's events were widely circulated in Gryffindor, Ginny has almost become a hero of Gryffindor, and Ron is a bit frustrated by comparison.

Ron was still angry, as if nothing good was going to happen to him. Thinking of this, Ron glanced sadly at the tape-stained broken wand, if it weren't for this, maybe his spell would have worked.

"Look away, don't be jealous of Ginny, if she hadn't been for you, you'd still be spitting slugs." Hermione reassured.

"I'm not jealous of her, she's my sister, I just feel a little unfair, as if I'm the only one who is unlucky." Ron had no choice but to sit down and munch on the drumsticks.

"I just hope Marcus Flint doesn't even get out of the hospital before the official game." Harry laughed, then whispered what he had heard the night before to Ron and Hermione. In fact, he had already spoken to Ron last night, but neither of them had a clue.

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In the days that followed, Sellers used Ginny's body to move at night from time to time.

He wasn't trying to control the basilisk to kill people, in fact, the plan hadn't really started yet. He spends most of his time practicing spells in the Room of Requirement. Although Cyrus had absorbed Riddle's memories and theoretical knowledge, knowing theory was not the same thing as skillful use of spells. Considering the predicament he might face after being resurrected, Cyrus needed to make his magic strong enough.

He slowly eats away at Ginny's life force, but also takes care to maintain a limit. These days, Ginny looks like she has a cold.

It just so happened that the time was slowly approaching Halloween, and the temperature at Hogwarts had begun to drop, which was the worst time of the flu, and most of the school's young wizards were sluggish. Percy worries about her and keeps forcing Ginny to drink a pick-me-up. So much so that all these days her head was steaming, and her fiery red hair seemed to be burning.

In the spacious classroom, several wooden dolls rushed towards "Ginny" quickly.

"Ginny"—actually Cyrus—had a cold look in her eyes, her wand in his hand in her hand, and he was not at all flustered in the face of the siege.

It wasn't until the figure at the front approached that Cyrus raised his wand like lightning and fired a spell.

Hit by a spell, the puppet didn't last even a second, and exploded directly, turning into powder flying everywhere.

Then, without pause, Cyrus rolled to the ground to dodge the attacks of the other two puppets, but he did not look embarrassed at all. Half crouched and turned around, and split the two puppets into sixteen petals!

Pieces of the puppets floated under his control, smashing into the rest of the puppets like meteors, knocking them down.

Then, the hard ground heaved, and several huge palms stretched out, gripping them and immobilizing them.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen puppets were solved by him, and during this time, he did not recite a single incantation.

Cyrus was quite satisfied with his performance, after all, his body now belonged to Ginny, and the magic power of a young wizard for a year was not strong, and it was already very incredible to be able to do this. You know, those puppets have magical protection.

"Try the Patronus Charm." Cyrus thought for a moment, closed his eyes and began to recall what he could call "happy" memories.

It was easy for him to start recalling his past life—

Although he seems to have become emotionally numb in life as an adult, the memories of his childhood are quite pleasant.

The tip of the wand erupted a dense thread of silk, like white velvet, like a cocoon spit out by a silkworm.

"Not really—"

However, perhaps the memory is too distant to make it clear, and the threads are never formed, although they are intertwined in the air.

"Could it be that I'm too calm?" Cyrus bowed his head and groaned, and in a moment he was going to recite the spell and do it again.

This time he tried to recall the memories of his childhood, when he was carefree, carefree, yearning for fairy tales, as if the whole world was clean and beautiful—

"Divine Guard!"

The magic gushing out of the tip of the wand is even stronger!

The dense silver threads became large clumps, but they were still not formed, but like a white, half-light and half-dark cloud.

Soon, the magic in him, or Ginny, was drained.

Sellers had to stop practicing, put away his wand and leave the Room of Requirement.

But as soon as he walked around the corner, a loud roar came from his ears: "Stop! ”