I was expelled from Hogwarts?

"You, a boy, sneaked into the girls' bathroom, and you are here to treat her chest pain...I think you are the weirdest."

Myrtle stared at Rove's handsome face. She covered her face and said shyly, "However, I like it."

"Myrtle, don't talk nonsense, I really came to treat your illness." Rove said seriously:

"Besides me, it's very important if any other wizards have been here recently, especially those who don't look like students."

"Does it count if someone scolds me?" Myrtle floated in the air, panting:

"This kind of thing happened several times. Every time I got out of the bathroom, I didn't see the person who scolded me."

"Then you left the bathroom to find the wizard who scolded you?"

"Yes..." Myrtle cried: "I have no joy in my life here, only sorrow, and now that I am dead, people will not let me go!"

"When did this matter start?" Rove frowned.

"I was soaking in the toilet during the Christmas holidays...well, it was suicide." Myrtle said emotionally. I remembered that I was dead.

Then there was a hoarse voice at the door calling me fat myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! "

The young man nodded slightly. If he guessed correctly, Quirrell began to use this method to lure Myrtle away when the Christmas holiday started, and then sneaked into the secret room.

"I see, Myrtle, don't tell anyone about my visit, it's a secret between us." Rove confessed, "I'll go back and look up the information now, and I'll see you next time. Goodbye!"

"Don't go, talk to me for a while, I haven't talked to a wizard for half a year." Myrtle said a little lonely.

"I saw you pestering Malfoy yesterday." Rove turned and left.

"I mean... I didn't chat with a handsome wizard like you!" Myrtle chased her away, teary-eyed:

"Scamander, my chest hurts, it would be great if you were a ghost, you can rub it for me..."

Rove walked faster, but at the intersection, he ran into an extremely familiar witch that gave him a headache.

"Wow, it's Ms. Gray...she's so beautiful." Myrtle floated beside Rove, looking enviously at the female ghost in the distance, and said, "I wish I could be half as good-looking as her."

Seeing the boy staring at Ms. Gray, Myrtle hummed and reminded:

"You'd better not strike up a conversation, Ms. Gray doesn't talk to any students, she has a very cold temper..."

Before Myrtle could finish her sentence, she saw Ms. Gray floating towards her. In her eyes, that woman was so beautiful and noble as a princess. She pinched the hem of her skirt with two slender fingers like green onions. She looked at Rove, With natural and charming eyebrows, she said softly:

"Rolf, why are you here?"

"Is there something wrong?!" Rove 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 resentfully.

Myrtle: "..."

Myrtle stared wide-eyed, looking at the two retreating figures in disbelief. In her mind, the noble and glamorous Ms. Gray just followed behind Rove step by step, and even took a few steps carefully, consciously or unconsciously. .

Myrtle pinched her face...not dreaming.

With a sob of grief, she rose into the air, turned around and went back to the bathroom, where she fell headfirst into the toilet bowl.

She fell in love again!

she is dead

Woo hoo! !

Along the corridor, Rove walked slowly. He glanced at the taciturn Ms. Gray who was following behind, and said directly:

"Helena, I really can't resurrect you. It's not because I don't want to, but because I don't have the ability... I'm just an ordinary little wizard who raises a few not-so-dangerous little animals..."

"An ordinary little wizard can learn to cast spells without a staff in the first grade?" Helena said softly:

"You know what? You control plants with magic, much like Hufflepuffs,

"But I'm not Hufflepuff after all. Rove said noncommittal."

"I can wait for you to grow up, I can wait!" Helena said seriously:

"I came to you just to tell you that I know where there is a magic book, and I can take you there to help you grow quickly."

"Can there be as many books as there are in the Hogwarts library?" Rove asked back: "If you spend your entire life studying all the books in the library, you are no longer an ordinary person. I don't need your magic books. "

"It's not the same." Helena shook her head and said, "The most precious books in the library are all from my mother's private collection, and they can only be traced back to Sumer, Assyria, and ancient Egypt...

But before that, there was a glorious kingdom of wizards farther back. "

Rove looked at Helena suspiciously and said, "But Bathilda Bagshot's "History of Magic" uses Eridu, the kingdom of wizards in Sumer, as the beginning of the history of wizards.

Earlier, Professor Binns said that it was just the chaotic Stone Age, after which humans and magical animals mate and accidentally obtained their magical talents, which produced the earliest wizards. "

"Of course not. The history of wizards is far 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. Those who know are unwilling to talk about them, and they are not written in books. Of course, few people in future generations know about them."

"Appreciate further details."

Helena said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I heard these words from my mother a thousand years ago. It's too long ago, I...forgot all about it."

"..."

Can you forget such an important thing? !

Rove seriously doubted whether Helena was Ravenclaw's biological daughter. Otherwise, how could a family known for its wisdom, the smartest witch in the world, give birth to such a stupid daughter.

How shabby is this paternal gene!

"Although I don't remember much, I know that many powerful magic items are left by these older wizard kingdoms." Helena hurriedly said:

"My mother's crown is also a product of those magical skills. It is not a magic item that wizards can make now!"

"Where are those books hidden?" Rove asked.

"In my mother's grave."

"..."

"You mean, let's steal your mother's..." Luo Fu coughed, and changed to a more elegant word: "Your mother's tomb?"

"It's not tomb robbery, it's just to enter the tomb and pass on some ancient knowledge..."

Helena also obviously felt that it was a bit outrageous, but in order to be able to be resurrected, she no longer cared so much.

"I remember I heard Professor Slytherin mention a magical item that can be resurrected. You can look it up, maybe there is a method for making it in those books."

"What's that thing called?" Rove asked.

"Resurrection stone!"

"..."

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(Thanks to "Starting from White", "Purple Case Fenxiang" and QQ reader "A Salted Fish and Sheep" for their rewards.)