Late at night, in the Hogwarts Library, the heavy curtains keep the moonlight out of the window.

In the darkness, a fluorescent light up at some point, illuminating the bookshelves to its left and right, as well as the boy sitting between the bookshelves.

The last page was turned, and a book floating in the air in front of the boy automatically closed, passed by another book that had just been spread out under the boy's eyes, and flew back to his original position on the shelf.

Under the fluorescent reflection, a few golden ripples rippled on the withered yellow parchment. The boy tilted his head slightly, and a golden spring poured out of a transparent wine glass above the book, which sank into his mouth.

After a long while, until the smell of wine was so strong that it could barely be dissolved, the boy relented, slammed his lips and turned his gaze to the book. At this time, the wine still overflowed the rim of the glass, as if it had never moved, and the fluorescence passed through the glass, only a golden halo shone on the page, and there were no more ripples.

"Meow~"

The boy looked up, and at the top of the bookshelf sat a scrawny old cat, staring at everything under the fluorescence with a pair of bulb-like eyes. Through its smoky body, you can vaguely see the stone wall above the bookshelf, which looks like a ghost cat.

"Lady Loris, what do you see?"

A question from outside the window reached the young man's ears through the curtain, and he did not follow the sound, but followed the ghost cat's gaze at the moment, tilting his head to the other side. As if sensing the sight of both, a tabby cat strolled out of a dark corner and looked up at the ghost cat at the top of the bookshelf.

The moment their eyes met, Lady Loris, who was a ghost, arched her back, her long hair exploded suddenly, and she roared in a low voice, but at the same time kept retreating. On the other hand, the tabby cat sitting upright on the ground quietly turned its gaze to the boy and silently watched the latter.

Roars rang out, and footsteps outside the window suddenly accelerated. The boy was not impatient at this time, and smiled and nodded at the tabby cat's observation. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he didn't care, the book in front of him automatically turned a page, and the young man followed along.

Finally, when the smell of grilled fish wafted to the tip of his nose, the sound of hurried footsteps stopped beside the young man. There was a whine at the top of the bookshelf, and the ghost cat sprang behind the comer, its cry sharpening.

"Catch one!" the hoarse voice let out two wicked laughs, "I know you, Kevin, who is famous in the whole school, this time I will make you even more famous, but notoriety!"

When the words fell, the young man was not doing anything, and the tabby cat, which was ignored by the comers at first, suddenly arched his back at this time, and then changed his body shape without a sound, and gradually became taller.

"Come down, you ......"

Seeing that the young man did not respond, the comer was about to make a difficulty, but just halfway through speaking, as if his throat was stuck, he saw the familiar figure that appeared in front of him, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Filch, could you please be quiet with your Lady Loris, I don't think Kevin wants to be disturbed. ”

"Well, you couldn't have thought better, Headmaster McGonagall. ”

Holding the oil lamp, the old man with the smell of grilled fish hurriedly withdrew his withered hand pointing at the young man, bowed his gloomy face obediently, and turned to soothe the ghost cat lying on his shoulder, and hurriedly walked outside.

"Rest assured, neither he nor his cat will ever come to bother you again. ”

"Thank you, Ms. McGonagall. The boy landed on the ground and walked up to McGonagall, "It's been five years, and this is the first time I've seen a ghost. He looked in the direction of the ghost cat on Filch's shoulder.

"Lady Loris's favorite thing to do was to patrol everywhere, and then she became a ghost, and she could stop it almost anywhere, but she got her wish. ”

"How did it become a ghost?" a flash of light flashed in his heart, and the boy grasped the key point in McGonagall's words.

"This is a very fortuitous event, and we have studied it, but we know that a strong obsession is one of the prerequisites. McGonagall shook her head, "Nothing else. ”

"Is magic all there is to it?"

"Everything has its limits. Using magic, we study matter, life, time, space, and so on, but we know very little about the soul alone. Looking at the young man's glimmering eyes, McGonagall elaborated, "After all, there are only two supernatural beings in this world, one is magic and the other is soul. We have made the most of the former, and the research on the latter has just begun. ”

"So, wizards use magic to study souls, and so far they have only achieved three unforgivable spells?"

"Strictly speaking, there's another category that has been lost, called the Resurrection Stone. McGonagall didn't hide anything, she told everything she knew, "I think, you've read so many books, you should know the legend of the Three Sacred Weapons, right?"

"Death...... "The young man muttered with his eyelids lowered.

"Poetry cannot be fully trusted, the so-called Grim Reaper is the same existence as Kevin. He was alive and was given the title of death because of his special talent, and when he died, his soul also died as well. ”

"Well......" the boy looked up after a moment's hesitation, "thank you, Lady McGonagall, for the information you have provided has been like a beacon for giving me several new goals. ”

"So, in return, can you tell us about your existence, and the origin of this child, which ancient god does it belong to?" McGonagall said with a smile as she folded her hands.

"Actually, I'm not an ancient god, and neither is this kid. After a moment of thought, under McGonagall's calm gaze, the boy continued, "I am the mind, not the soul. From an outsider's point of view, you can call me a traveler, as well as a scholar. And Kevin, according to you, he's the new god. Essentially, the body I created was born out of the soul given to me by this world. ”

"This world?" McGonagall caught the point in an instant.

"As a traveler, that's normal, isn't it?" the boy smiled, "As I said before, I'm also a seeker of knowledge, and I'm here for a vacation not only to study." In the final analysis, even in the eyes of others, there is really nothing new. ”

"You're trying to prove to me that you're not a threat, can I understand that?" McGonagall smiled, but her tone remained cold, "I've always looked at other people's actions, and I believe you should know. ”

That's right, there is a saying in Huaguo, it's better to do what you say. The young man nodded, not showing any dissatisfaction with the other party's attitude, and said sincerely, "So, so far, as far as you are concerned, has my behavior crossed the line?"

"I've already given the answer. McGonagall replied succinctly, but her tone was no longer as stiff as she had been.

"Also, you believe in the supremacy of action, and naturally you are also a person whose actions speak louder than words, otherwise you wouldn't have driven that old squib away in the first place. The young man smiled, "But I'm confused, I really said nonsense just now." He patted his head.

"However, this is only temporary. McGonagall admitted, as if she didn't give the other party a chance to go down the stairs.

The young man knew very well what the other party meant, and knew that she was not targeting him, so he didn't dwell on this, and instead brought up another matter: "Regarding Kevin, I need a favor from you before teaching him." ”

"If it's within my reach. McGonagall said.

"Rest assured, little things. ”