Aging was the fate of living things.
As long as one had a physical body, there was no way to resist the decay of time. Even if the body could maintain its youth, the decay of the soul could not be resisted.
Just like the Lemaire couple, they had suffered enough from the death of their loved ones and the departure of their best friends.
Birth, old age, sickness, and death were human nature. The Lemaire couple at least had each other to accompany them, but he had been alone for many years.
But this was his own punishment.
Those who betrayed the Blood Alliance should be punished a little.
Dumbledore suddenly wanted to take a break.
He had not had a good rest.
So he put down the pen in his hand.
...
Naughty Ghost found Jon on the roof of Hogwarts.
In fact, it could not be said that he found him. After all, in Hogwarts, his perception was spread all over the school.
"You took my place, boy."
Naughty Ghost suddenly appeared in front of Jon, who was half lying down, scaring Jon.
"I heard from the fat monk that you liked to sit here. Now it seems that it is true."
Jon moved his body to make room for Naughty Ghost.
"Sit, chat with me."
Naughty Ghost could of course sit down. His body could transform into a physical body. Ghosts originally had this special ability. They were "life" that had received the gift of death, and had a special invisible thing.
To put it bluntly, they could temporarily gather magic elements to create a "shell" on their surface, and thus achieve a state similar to that of a living person.
But this state was only a surface, and could not be maintained for too long. Moreover, what was wasted was the fundamental substance of a ghost's existence — death dust.
As a substance that was transformed from the soul when it experienced death, death dust was more important to a ghost than a soul was to a human.
Without a soul, a human body could still survive in a vegetative state, but without death dust, a ghost would really turn into ashes.
Therefore, most ghosts would not materialize. They did not dare and did not have the need to do so. They did not need to interfere with reality. The existence of magic also benefited the ghosts a lot. They could exist in the magic elements as if they were walking on land. Just like how Jon always saw the fat friar sitting in Hufflepuff's common room and reading a book.
But obviously, Naughty Ghost didn't seem to have this problem. If it wasn't because his death dust was endless, then it was because he didn't need to consume any energy to transform into a physical body.
"Of course it's the latter."
Naughty, who was hugging his knees and sitting beside Jon, wasn't even half as tall as Jon. He looked cute when he was quiet.
But he seemed to be able to hear what Jon was thinking. As soon as Jon finished his thought, he replied.
"Don't be so surprised. I'm an Earthbound Spirit. Isn't it normal to have some special abilities?"
Naughty Ghost seemed to enjoy seeing Jon's surprised expression. Jon felt that there was something wrong with Naughty Ghost.
But then again, this wasn't the first time that Naughty Ghost had this problem. At least in front of Rhode, he wasn't a prankster ghost who liked to play tricks.
"Don't read my mind. It reminds me of some bad memories."
Jon rejected this behavior. His Brain Seal Spell wasn't perfect yet. Besides, it was impossible for him to maintain the spell at all times. That would consume a lot of energy.
Besides, the Brain Seal Spell was effective against spells like Mind Capture. Naughty Ghost's Mind Reading Spell was a kind of profiling magic, which was harder to resist than Grindvall's Mind Reading Spell.
After all, Grindvall's Mind Reading Spell was to decipher the fluctuations of the soul. It could only be fully used under the special circumstances like the last time they met. Otherwise, it would still be blocked by the Brain Seal Spell.
"Is there a reason why you're looking for me?"
Jon looked at the Hogwarts shrouded in darkness. His thoughts seemed to have been opened.
No wonder Naughty Ghost liked to sit here.
"Don't make wild guesses about me. I don't like to sit here because of this."
"I told you not to read my mind."
Jon said angrily.
"Okay, okay."
Naughty Ghost compromised and began to talk about serious matters.
"I suggest you think about the Dragon Soul Crypt." He said, "From my point of view, I don't recommend you to go there to complete your business. If you want to find a quiet place, I can find eight or ten for you. You don't have to go there."
"What exactly is there?"
Jon asked straightforwardly. The more Naughty Ghost tried to hide, the more curious he was.
"Since you asked so sincerely, then I'll be merciful and tell you."
Naughty Ghost shrugged and told Jon everything he said to Dumbledore.
"Although you can come out of that place, who knows how long you'll have to stay there. Although the Dragon Soul Crypt has not been used for a long time, the Dragon Soul is still there. The magic energy is also constantly accumulating. You'll definitely be in danger if you go in."
"I think so too."
Jon had a rough idea of the danger level after hearing about the "Catalytic Magic". He was also someone who had witnessed the war. The magic of the Holy See was basically created to deal with the Wizard.
The so-called Catalytic Magic was basically instilling magic.
Magic elements had no attributes, but the Wizard's magic had a little attribute. Different attributes of magic would fight against each other, resulting in a situation where "we're obviously of the same level, but you can't beat me". The more overbearing part of the Catalytic Magic was that this magic usually came from a high-grade Wizard to deal with a low-grade Wizard. A large amount of magic of different attributes would directly cause the low-grade Wizard to explode. If one was lucky, they might be assimilated due to the similar magic attributes. If one was unlucky, they would directly die, and even their soul would not be able to survive.
"But the Catalytic Magic should have a time limit. It's impossible that it hasn't dissipated after so many years."
Naughty Ghost rolled his eyes at Jon. "If you can think of this problem, how can the Red Archbishop not think of it? The reason why he sacrificed himself was to preserve this magic. How can a magic that can exist for so long under the barrier not have its own way of existing? "
"Barrier?"
Jon was no longer surprised to hear any words from Naughty Ghost. This ghost always spoke little by little and would never finish everything in one go.
Jon did not care. "To be honest, if Helga didn't insist on me going, I wouldn't know about this place. Can you be more straightforward and help me figure out why?"
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