Chapter 86: Robbing Your Mother's Tomb

"You sneak into the girls' bathroom as a boy, and you treat someone's chest pain here... I think you are the weirdest."

Myrtle stared at Luofu's handsome face, she covered her face and said shyly: "But, I like it."

"Myrtle, don't talk nonsense, I'm really here to treat you." Luo Fu said seriously:

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

"Does it count if someone scolds me?" Myrtle was floating in the air, she gasped:

"This has happened several times. Every time I go out of the bathroom, I don't see anyone scolding me."

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

"Yes..." Myrtle said with a tearful tone: "My life here has no joy, only sadness. Now that I am dead, people still won't let me go!"

"When did this thing start?" Luofu frowned.

"On Christmas vacation, I was taking a bath in the toilet... Well, it was suicide." Myrtle said with exaggerated emotion: "Peeves always tortured me, and I ran here and wanted to commit suicide. Later, of course, 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 lightly. If he guessed correctly, at the beginning of the Christmas vacation, Quirrell began to use this method to lure Myrtle away, and then sneaked into the secret room.

"I understand, Myrtle, don't tell others about my arrival. This is a secret between the two of us." Rolf explained: "I will go back and check the information now. I will come to see you next time. Goodbye!"

"Don't leave. Chat with me for a while. I haven't talked to the wizard in half a year." Myrtle said a little lonely.

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

"I mean... I haven't chatted with a wizard as handsome as you!" Myrtle chased after her and said with tears in her eyes:

"Scamander, my chest hurts. I wish you were a ghost and could rub it for me..."

Luofu walked faster, but at the intersection, he met a very familiar witch that gave him a headache.

"Wow, it's Ms. Gray...she's so beautiful." Myrtle floated next to Rolf, looking at the female ghost in the distance with envy, and said, "I wish I could be half as beautiful as her."

Seeing the young man staring at Ms. Gray, Myrtle reminded him with a hum:

"You'd better not strike up a conversation. Ms. Gray doesn't pay attention to any students. She has a very cold temper..."

Before Myrtle could finish her words, she saw Ms. Gray floating directly over. In her eyes, that woman was extremely beautiful and as noble as a princess. She held the hem of her skirt with her two slender fingers. She looked at Rolf, Her eyebrows were naturally charming and she said softly:

"Rolf, why are you here?"

"Is something wrong?!" Roof 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 with a look of resentment.

Myrtle: "..."

Myrtle stared at the two retreating figures with wide eyes and a puzzled look on her face. Ms. Gray, who she thought was noble and cold, just followed Luo Fu step by step, and even deliberately or unintentionally dropped a few steps behind her. .

Myrtle pinched her face hard... She wasn't dreaming.

She sobbed sadly, rose into the air, turned around, returned to the bathroom, and fell headfirst into the toilet.

She's fallen in love again!

She is no longer alive,

Woohoo! !

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

"Helena, I really can't resurrect you. It's not that I don't want to, but that I don't have the ability... I am just an ordinary little wizard who raises a few small animals that are not too dangerous..."

"Can an ordinary little wizard learn to cast spells without a wand in the first grade?" Helena said softly:

"Did you know? Your magic to control plants is very similar to Hufflepuff's.

"But I am not a Hufflepuff after all." Rolf said noncommittally.

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

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

"Can there be as many books as the Hogwarts library?" Rolf asked: "If you can study all the books in the library in your lifetime, you are no longer an ordinary person. I don't need your magic book. "

"It's different." Helena shook her head and said: "The most precious books in the library are all from my mother's private collection, which can only be traced back to Sumer, Assyria and ancient Egypt...

But before that, there was a splendid wizarding country that was even older. "

Rolf looked at Helena suspiciously and said: "But Bathilda Bagshot's "History of Magic" takes the Sumerian wizarding country Eridu as the beginning of wizarding history.

Earlier, Professor Binns said that it was just the chaotic Stone Age. After that, humans and magical animals mated and accidentally acquired their magical talents, which resulted in the earliest wizards. "

"Of course not, the history of wizards is much 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. People who know them are unwilling to talk about them, and they don't write them in books. Of course, few people in future generations will know about them."

"Appreciate further details."

Helena said a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, these are what I heard from my mother a thousand years ago. It's been so long, I... have forgotten everything."

"..."

Such an important thing, you can forget everything? !

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

How shabby must the paternal gene be!

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

"My mother's crown is also the product of those magic skills. It is not a magic item that can be made by today's wizards!"

"Where are those books hidden?" Rolf asked.

"In my mother's tomb."

"..."

"You mean, let's go rob your mother..." Rolf coughed and changed to a more elegant word: "Your mother's tomb?"

"It's not robbing the tomb, just entering the tomb to pass on some ancient knowledge..."

Helena obviously felt that it was a bit outrageous, but in order to be resurrected, she didn't care so much.

"I remember hearing Professor Slytherin mention a magical item that can be resurrected. You can look for it. Maybe there is a method of making it in those books."

"What is that thing called?" Rolf asked.

"Resurrection Stone!"

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(Thanks to "Starting from White", "Purple Case Fenxiang" and QQ Reader "A Salty Fish Sheep" for the reward.)