Chapter 596: Ultimate Death

When Xiang Xien walked to the fireplace, he saw a ghost.

Beside the ghost, there was also a Pukwudgie with a small stature, gray skin, and very long ears.

He was carrying a bow and arrow on his back, looking at Xiang Xien with apparent dissatisfaction.

"You can call me Mo Ruigen."

The ghost lady said.

Xiang Xien knew that this was one of the mysteries Headmistress Herrera had mentioned.

"Is... Lady Mo Ruigen."

He was thinking about many things in his head and let it slip.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have keen observation? Child?"

Mo Ruigen, that is, Lady Isolt Sayre, was smiling.

"Headmaster Dumbledore and..."

Before Xiang Xien could finish, a surprised voice interrupted him.

"Isolt, your judgment is, as always, terribly poor."

The Pukwudgie stared at Xiang Xien with wide eyes; after all, even with a Pukwudgie's straight brain, one wouldn't answer like that.

Xiang Xien was confused, but Bai Yi, who was staying by the bed, let out a loud "coo" and was about to eat the basilisk cookie hanging on its chest.

"Sorry, William is always like this—William, today, you forgot to help me wipe the statue."

The ghost lady showed a faint apology.

The Pukwudgie named William snorted, but still disappeared from the spot instantly.

Bai Yi flew away angrily, and Xiang Xien's soul horcrux also emitted a flash of light that disappeared in an instant.

Xiang Xien knew that Bai Yi was already exhausted from continuous travel, and now was the time for owls to hunt—although Pukwudgies had powerful magic, a basilisk's gaze would not give it time to react.

"Bai Yi, come back, okay?"

Xiang Xien called out. Bai Yi pecked at the corner of Xiang Xien's robe in anger before returning to the perch by the bed.

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

The ghost lady asked curiously.

Xiang Xien remembered his epic-level magical creature talent and nodded.

"In this regard, you are the same as me... Are you from Hogwarts? If it's not offensive, I would like to ask which house you are in?"

The ghost lady asked again.

"Ravenclaw House."

Xiang Xien said.

"And at Ilvermorny?"

The ghost lady's smile became much more amiable.

"Horned Serpent House."

Xiang Xien responded.

"Awesome!"

This founder of Ilvermorny jumped up happily, stuffing her head into the roof.

Xiang Xien could probably guess some of it, because this founder's childhood dream was to attend Ravenclaw House at Hogwarts.

"It seems you have many questions?"

The ghost lady floated down from the roof.

"Why are you... still staying here?"

Xiang Xien asked, deliberating.

"As long as equality and justice are not present, and prejudice and persecution are not eliminated, I will not pass on.

The children here are all still very small, and I need to ensure that those miserable days do not reappear."

The ghost lady said plainly and calmly.

Xiang Xien looked at the ghost lady and saw sadness in her eyes again—strangely, ghosts should have no emotions.

"You have done enough."

Xiang Xien was silent for a while before saying slowly.

No wonder Ilvermorny had never deviated from its path for hundreds of years; it turned out that Lady Isolt had always been there.

But for a clear-headed person, death is just a great adventure, and Lady Isolt, who had always had an adventurous spirit—her life was full of adventure, family, and love, and at the age of twelve, she dared to go to sea alone to get rid of the control of her evil aunt Gormlaith—therefore, staying might be harder than leaving.

"Cute little wizard, can I say it's because I still have knowledge that hasn't been engraved yet?"

The ghost lady was overjoyed; she waved her hand, and the room suddenly became a bit colder, and it was this coldness that made all the runic characters on the wall appear.

"William helps me engrave this knowledge and helps me manage the school—many legacies left by the love of us people over the years.

Moreover, I am very satisfied with the Ilvermorny I love, and it is time to leave."

"You mean... leave?"

Xiang Xien was a bit dazed.

As far as he knew, in known magic, there was no spell, including the Killing Curse, that could kill a ghost a second time. They could be dispersed, but they would always re-condense, and physical attacks were ineffective against them.

Furthermore, they could not truly experience the pleasures of the senses. For example, eating, sleeping; over time, they would become forgetful, alienated, and trapped in the emotions of the moment of death. This in itself was a kind of eternal torture.

Therefore, in the vast history of the wizarding world, ghosts could not "die," but... what they longed for most might be "rest."

"There is not a hint of surprise on your face... cute child. If you are willing to attend Ilvermorny from now on—forgive me, Herrera has been nagging for too long recently—I can teach you everything I have."

The ghost lady floated in front of Xiang Xien, seeming overly satisfied.

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

"Sorry,"

Xiang Xien's expression remained calm, as if nothing could make him ripple, but now, he felt that such persuasiveness was not enough,

"Hogwarts..."

The long winter night, it was still snowing outside.

But Xiang Xien knew that this was not his snow.

His slightly dazed expression seemed to be stuck on the word Hogwarts; he looked at the pale blue sky for a long time before saying slowly:

"Hogwarts is my home."

"Then, alright."

The ghost lady smiled slightly, and she silently moved away from the fireplace,

"There are a few Floo powder networks that always have problems; would you be willing to help me take a look? As a reward, I will tell you some things... about the death of ghosts and the magical creatures that exist at Ilvermorny."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared, and Xiang Xien didn't know where a ghost could go.

He had no choice but to follow the ghost lady's will and come to the fireplace.

Unexpectedly, the green flames surged suddenly; Xiang Xien stared at the furnace fire, and a large figure appeared in the fire, spinning at high speed.

A few seconds later, Professor Marcus Marcus Maige walked out of the fireplace, dusting the soot off her robe.

"Crude conditions, remote stone house—they let you live in this?"

There was suppressed anger in Professor Marcus Marcus Maige's words.

"Professor."

Xiang Xien was stunned; he obviously didn't expect Headmistress Isolt to have helped him connect to the Hogwarts Floo powder network.

"Child, where is Tela?"

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

"Professor..."

Xiang Xien realized that Headmistress Isolt should not have gone far at all, which meant they were very likely... blaming each other to their faces.

"What, child?"

Professor Marcus Marcus Maige looked at Xiang Xien.

"... Merry Christmas." ===== CHAPTER 597 =====