Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 40
"Oh Blake, that explains a lot."

Jimmy clapped his hands suddenly and said.

Blame it on Blake.

——Although Black’s name is a very prominent existence among the 28 sacred clans, it’s a pity that almost nothing good happened with this name.

"Well, if you don't mind, I have another Quidditch practice."

Jimmy stuffed the thick "History of Magic" into his bag, bid farewell to William and Penello and left.

"I also have to go to the Divination class. If you have nothing to do, maybe you can come and take a look? I don't think Professor Victor will mind—I heard that he has always wanted the classroom to look different. So empty."

Penello invited William to say.

"Forget it, to be honest, I thought you were more of a pragmatist?"

William shook his head. He was not very interested in this kind of prophecy course, whether it was based on egg whites and yolks, smoke, vanilla, crystal balls, tarot cards or star maps.

Even math is the same.

But William will never understand why these Ravenclaws always have an inexplicable fascination with divination and divination.

"Oh! Of course I don't like knowing the future ahead of time and it ruins all the surprises. If anything, I simply like the feeling of guessing it."

Penello shook his head with a chuckle.

She quickly disappeared at the door of the classroom.

"Okay. Since it's all right, let's go to Hagrid's side in advance - I hope they haven't been burned by the fire snake or something."

William picked up his shoulder bag and walked towards the hall.

When he was going down the magic stairs, he happened to meet Filch leading seven or eight serious-looking wizards and wizards in. Among them, William, the leader, looked a little familiar. He had short gray hair that was combed neatly, Just looking serious.

"Strange, this is just the beginning of school, what are they here for?"

William stood on the steps, quietly waiting for the castle manager Filch to lead them upstairs.

"Do you want to know about them?"

A voice suddenly sounded from his ear.

For Merlin's goatee sake!
"Protego!"

William yelled out a spell, and at the same time subconsciously jumped backwards—he slammed into the wall abruptly, and took a breath of cold air with a "hiss" in pain.

"Sorry to scare you.

I didn't know your reaction would be so big. "

The voice apologized in embarrassment.

William, who had calmed down, followed the sound, and it turned out to be a ghost he had seen at the beginning of school—it was he who just passed through the wall and appeared on William's left.

"I am Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. Of course, you can call me Nick like other little wizards. You are William, right, and Professor Dumbledore introduced you."

The ghost introduced itself.

He was knighted in Mimsy-Porpington during his lifetime, but after his death he became a ghost, often referred to as "Nearly Headless Nick".

"William Buffalo."

William hesitated for a moment, but still didn't want to shake hands - he still remembered the feeling of being ghosted through his body last time, and he definitely didn't want to try again.

"When I passed by just now, I heard them call the leading wizard Crouch. They came to ask Professor Dumbledore's help to solve the group of black wizards running around in England."

Nick said lightly, "You seem curious."

"I'm just a bit impressed with the one in the lead."

William replied that he had already remembered the news he saw last night, but he didn't expect the people from the Ministry of Magic to move so fast and use the strongest white magic today.

—"Accio Albus Dumbledore"

Albus Dumbledore flew in.

"I heard that they have another big event besides this, but the leader doesn't allow them to discuss it—because this matter is still under preparation and involves international affairs."

Nearly Headless Nick said casually.

William hesitated seeing his transparent expression.

"Nick?" he asked.

"No, forget it, it's nothing, I have no hope. It's been hundreds of years, I knew that I should look away, maybe one day."

Nick seemed to want to ask something.

He stopped again and shook his head.

"Nick!"

William raised his tone a bit.

"Well. If you must want to know. I thought. Ugh. Did you ever have a twin brother or sister who had misfortune at an early age?"

Nick asked slowly.

"No."

William shook his head.

He is an only child, and his parents are just ordinary residents living in the small town of Reville.

"Then how did this happen?"

Nick showed a very surprised expression.

"When I passed your body, I felt a kind of...separation. It was like there was a layer on the outside. You know, it's been dead for a long time, but it's still alive in some form."

Ghost tried hard to explain to William.

"A shell?"

William gave an example.

"That's right, that's right. I originally thought that it might be the obsession left by your blood relatives, or a remnant soul, unconsciously guarding you. But if it wasn't like this, it wouldn't be your soul splitting In two parts, but contained in the same body?"

Nick answered suspiciously.

Although Nick was still at a loss, William already had a guess - when he was young, he heard from his parents that he was severely asphyxiated at birth, and suffered a sudden cardiac arrest, and was rescued only after a very dangerous situation.

It's hard to say whether he was rescued or not.
Still changed the number.

"Thank you, Nick. Will this situation affect me?" William suppressed all the thoughts in his mind and asked the ghost calmly.

"Honestly, I don't know either. But your 'shell' has obviously been dead for too long, and has long since lost any 'consciousness' or 'memory'. Maybe one day when you wake up, it will Dissipated naturally."

Nick spread his hands, indicating that he didn't understand either.

"I just think that if I can also leave like this, it is also a good choice. I can't retreat, and I dare not step forward, because there is only a thick fog in front. It can be dissipated like this and return to nothingness. Maybe. It's a relief."

He sighed, or at least made the motions of sighing—the words sounded full of regret.

"Goodbye, William."

"Goodbye, Nick."

Nearly Headless Nick turned and slid into the wall.

"interesting."

William tidied up his thoughts and walked out of the hall—the evening sun at Hogwarts was not gloomy, but a bright blue, deep in the setting sun, dyed with a thin blush.

On the Quidditch pitch, the Ravenclaw team was training. Looking from here, William happened to see a fool hanging on the tail of a broom, hanging in mid-air, pitifully waiting for his teammates to save him.

Many questions were answered.

Many new problems have arisen.

But right now, William still has half a box of ashes snake eggs, a reckless professor, and a half-giant who has rammed miracles to save.

　Good guy, do you know what it feels like to suddenly gain so many collections when you wake up?Hey!
　　Thanks for the support.

　　gua.

　　There will be no strange awakening events.

　　William is William.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)