To be honest, Jon had never thought that he would encounter an accident with Myrtle.
He didn't have much of an impression of this ghost. It seemed that in the original work, apart from the second book, there weren't many descriptions of her appearance. Moreover, the biggest symbol was that she died because of the snake monster.
The reason why she could become a ghost was probably because of the special environment in Castle of Hogwarts, as well as the fact that the spirit of Hogwarts, or Naughty Ghost, felt guilty towards her.
Jon had heard from the fat monk that the dead Wizard either wanted to become a ghost or could become one. Otherwise, why didn't the powerful Wizard become a ghost?
Apart from some special methods, the most important thing to become a ghost was luck. Without luck, it was useless. Take Myrtle for example. If Naughty Ghost hadn't happened to be in that toilet cubicle, or if the snake monster hadn't killed her, she definitely wouldn't have become a ghost.
"But it's a little too late today. Why don't we go tomorrow? If we delay any longer, it'll be past midnight."
Cecatly knew that Jon hadn't had a good rest these days, so she wanted to let him rest first before controlling the Weave.
"I don't care. I'm just going to use the out-of-body method to check it out. I have to scout out the enemy's situation before I start."
In fact, it wasn't that troublesome. Jon's out-of-body state allowed him to sense things from a very long distance.
If the various defensive facilities in Hogwarts didn't hinder him at all, he could use his perception to "see" what Myrtle was doing now.
Unfortunately, Castle of Hogwarts hadn't awakened yet, so there was no way to distinguish who was receiving special treatment. Either he used extremely strong spiritual power to break through the restrictions here, or he could only slowly enter according to the rules.
Jon didn't have any intention of forcibly breaking through. For him, there was no difference between entering according to the rules and forcibly breaking through at such a short distance.
After greeting Cecatly, he turned off the lights in the room and gently lay down on the recliner.
The next moment, a strand of his soul floated out of his body under the protection of the Mystic Bird.
Since he was only going out to investigate and wouldn't go too far, there was no need for him to use all of his soul power.
This strand of soul, which was also a strand of consciousness, was enough.
The Mystic Bird carried this strand of his soul and flew out of the house, arriving above the black lake.
Inside the Ferrari cage, the Weave's power was still fluctuating.
However, that didn't stop it from separating a little bit of power, allowing Jon to use this power to do some things.
To put it bluntly, the Weave was like a child that Jon and Cecatly had created at the soul level. This child's greatest strength was that it was obedient.
Powerful strength and obedience, what could be better than this?
Therefore, a smaller spider crawled out from the gap in the Ferrari cage, dragging a strand of spider silk.
This was a new branch.
If one wanted to integrate certain things into the Weave's system, they had to resonate with these strands.
In this way, the Weave's strands could become a medium for communication. In this regard, the Weave played the role of a server.
Jon was now a construction worker. He took this' optical cable 'and went to find Myrtle, connecting her to the Weave's management system.
This was definitely not an easy thing to do because the Weave's original purpose was to communicate. At most, it could transmit magic power, but it was very difficult to use it to control certain things.
However, this thing was still evolving, so there was no need to be so strict.
Jon got down from the Mystic Bird's back and gave the Mystic Bird the order to return to his soul. Then, he took a step forward and stood on the small spider's back.
This feeling was very strange.
The sense of touch on the spiritual level was a very strange feeling. It needed to go through a certain transmission to reach the nerve center of the sense of touch. However, even though the human nervous system could restore the sense of touch to the material world with high processing power, there were still many feelings that couldn't be translated.
This feeling directly affected one's soul, which was very strange.
It was as if he was standing on top of a cloud of mist, but it was not like what he felt when he was flying in the sky when he came to school in the middle of the year. The cloud of mist here seemed to have strange tentacles. Although he could not feel any physical existence, there was an inexplicable pressure and tension acting on his soul at the same time.
Jon knew where this inexplicable pressure and tension came from.
This was because the Weave was still in an unknown state. It was constantly refreshing its form of existence, just like Schrödinger's cat. Before the results were shown, no one knew whether the Weave was expanding outward or contracting inward.
Besides, Jon's current soul wasn't powerful enough to deeply sense the mysteries of the Weave. He could only roughly investigate the basic structure of the Weave.
Thus, he could only use it, but not control it.
But so what?
He had no intention of controlling the Weave.
He stretched out his hand and patted the spider below him with Nothingness.
The spider immediately understood what he wanted to do. It flew down from the night sky and crashed into Castle Hogwarts.
The walls naturally didn't have any effect on the soul. The only strange thing was that this spider had inherited the characteristics of the Weave. Thus, it was surrounded by strange water vapor and light, looking like a cloud of smoke.
Fortunately, it was night time.
Chown's Spiritual Sense spread out along the corridors of Hogwarts Castle, and found the ladies' washroom hundreds of meters away at an extremely fast speed. Such a distance was really easy for Chown to do.
Things were different now. He was no longer the student of Wizard who couldn't do anything.
However, before he reached the location he expected, the magic spider under his feet suddenly jumped and ran in another direction.
Where was the other direction?
What was it going to do?
Doubts grew in Chown's heart, but he didn't stop Spider from moving.
Otherwise, he wouldn't regret it so much.
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