Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 354, Section 353: Ultimate Death

When Sheen walked to the fireplace, he saw a ghost.

Beside the ghost was a short, gray-skinned man named Pukchi with long ears.

He carried a bow and arrows on his back and looked at Sheen with apparent displeasure.

"You can call me Morrigan."

"That's what Lady Ghost said."

Sheehan knew that this was one of the secrets Principal Herrera had mentioned.

“Ms. Morrigan…”

He was thinking about many things and accidentally let it slip.

Has anyone ever told you that you have a keen eye for observation, child?

Morrigan, also known as Ms. Aesop Sell, smiled.

"Headmaster Dumbledore and..."

Before Sheen could finish speaking, a surprised voice interrupted him.

"Aesop, your judgment is as terrible as ever."

Pukchi stared wide-eyed at Sheen, because even with Pukchi's straightforward mind, he wouldn't have given that answer.

Sheen was puzzled, but Bai Yi, who was standing by the bed, made a loud "gurgle" sound and was about to eat the basilisk biscuit hanging on her chest.

“Sorry, William, you’re always like this—William, you forgot to clean the statue for me today.”

The Ghost Lady gave a faint look of apology.

William Pukchi snorted coldly, but disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Bai Yi angrily spread her wings and flew away, while Sheen's soul artifact emitted a fleeting light.

Sheen knew that Bai Yi was already exhausted from continuous travel, and now was the time for owls to hunt—although Pukchi creatures possessed powerful magic, the basilisk gaze wouldn't give them time to react.

"Bai Yi, please come back."

"Sheen called out. Bai Yi angrily pecked at the hem of Sheen's robe before returning to the perch by the bed.

"You seem to be very popular with magical creatures."

"The ghost lady asked curiously."

Sheen nodded, recalling his epic magical creature talent.

"In that respect, you and I are alike... You're from Hogwarts? If it's not offensive, may I ask which house you're in?"

"The ghost lady asked again."

Ravenclaw College.

Sheen said.

"Where is it in Iphamoni?"

The Ghost Lady's smile became much more approachable.

"Longhorned Water Snake Academy"

Sheen responded.

"Excellent!"

The founder of Iphamoni jumped up happily, burying his head in the roof.

Sheehan could probably guess some of it, because the founder's childhood dream was to attend Ravenclaw at Hogwarts.

"It seems you have a lot of questions?"

The ghost lady floated down from the roof.

Why... are you still here?

Sheen asked thoughtfully.

I will not die until equality and justice are gone, and prejudice and persecution are eradicated.

The children here are all very young, and I need to make sure those tragic days never happen again.

"The Ghost Lady spoke calmly and serenely. Sheen looked at the Ghost Lady and saw sadness in her eyes—strangely, ghosts should be devoid of emotions."

"You've done enough."

Sheen remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

No wonder Iphamoni has never deviated from its course for hundreds of years; it turns out that Lady Aesop has always been there.

But for a clear-headed person, death is just a great adventure. And for Aesop, who has always been adventurous—her life was full of adventure, family and love, and at the age of twelve she dared to go to sea alone to escape the control of her evil aunt Gormley—so staying might be more difficult than leaving.

"My dear little wizard, may I say it's because I still have knowledge to inscribe?"

The Ghost Lady was overjoyed. She waved her hand, and the room suddenly became a little colder. It was this coldness that caused all the runic characters on the wall to appear.

“William helped me engrave this knowledge and helped me manage the school—a legacy of many years of love from us.”

Moreover, I am quite content with my beloved Iphamoni, and it's time for me to leave.

"You mean...leaving?"

Sheen was a little confused.

As far as he knew, in known magic, no spell, including the Killing Curse, could kill a ghost a second time. They could be dispelled, but would always reform, and physical attacks were ineffective against them.

Furthermore, they are unable to truly experience sensory pleasure. For example, eating and sleeping, over time they become forgetful and detached, trapped in the emotions of the moment of death. This in itself is a form of eternal torment.

Therefore, in the vast history of the magical world, ghosts cannot "die," but... what they yearn for most is perhaps "rest in peace."

“You don’t look surprised at all… my dear child. If you are willing to study at Iphamoni from now on—forgive Herrera for talking about it too much lately—I can teach you everything I have.”

The ghost lady floated in front of Sheen, seemingly overly pleased.

Before this, her understanding of the little wizard was simply that he was a genius who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Now, she just sees him as a cute child.

"Feel sorry,"

Sheen's expression remained calm, as if nothing could stir his emotions, but now he seemed to feel that his persuasiveness was not enough.
"Hogwarts..."

It was a long winter night, and snow was still falling outside.

But Sheen knew that this was not his snow.

His slightly bewildered expression seemed to be stuck on the word "Hogwarts." He gazed at the pale blue sky for a long time before slowly saying:

"Hogwarts is my home."

"Alright then."

The ghost lady smiled slightly and silently stepped aside from the fireplace.
“There are a few Floofon networks that keep having problems. Would you be willing to take a look? In return, I'll tell you something about the magical creatures that are associated with ghosts dying and the existence of Iphamon.”

After she finished speaking, she disappeared. Sheen had no idea where a ghost could go.

He had no choice but to follow the Ghost Lady's instructions and go to the fireplace.

Unexpectedly, the green flames suddenly surged. Sheen stared at the fire and saw a large figure appear in the flames, spinning at high speed.

A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall emerged from the fireplace and brushed the ashes off her robe.

"Simple conditions, a remote stone house—this is what they let you live in?"

Professor McGonagall's words were laced with suppressed anger.

"professor."

Sheehan was taken aback; he clearly hadn't expected that Headmaster Aesop would help him connect to the Hogwarts Floo fan network.

"Child, where is Terra?"

Professor McGonagall glanced around the room again, and Bai Yi flew onto the professor's shoulder with a "coo," as if angrily complaining about something.

"professor……"

Sheehan realized that Principal Aesop probably hadn't gone far at all, which meant they were likely...blaming him face to face.

"What, a child?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Sheehan.

"……Merry Christmas."

(End of this chapter)