After separating from the ghost nun, Lynn followed her instructions and patrolled the underground classroom.

Soon I found a fat monk who was chatting with a knight's ghost with an arrow in his head by the long table where the food was placed.

He walked over quickly, found the space where the knight ghost left, and talked to the fat monk.

The fat monk is the ghost of Hufflepuff. He has a friendly temperament, whether it is Hufflepuff or the little wizards of other colleges.

So Lynn did not hide, but directly explained his intentions.

"Hello monk, do you have time to chat with me now?"

The fat monk was holding a blue cheese full of moldy spots. He heard Lynn's voice and looked down at him.

"Ah, it turned out to be the little wizard of Slytherin. I didn't expect you to come to Nick's death dinner. Such a ghost party is not a pleasant place for living people, especially there is no food suitable for you. "

As he said, he took a bite of the cheese in his hand, and the pungent taste seemed to make him enjoy it.

"Yes, it is indeed a bit cold here, but luckily I had eaten before I came, so I can bear it." Lynn didn't chat with the fat monk much, but directly discussed with him about ghosts.

"I heard Sister Mira say that you have a lot of research on ghosts?"

Speaking of this, the fat monk looked very proud: "She was right. Before I died, I was a monk in the church, a monk who hopes to become a cardinal in the future, that At that time I had already begun to study ghosts."

Lynn is not only interested in ghost matters, but also the fat monk who can hold important positions in the church as a wizard.

"Why did you become a priest?"

The fat monk was very interested in talking to Linn about this. He moved his translucent body to find a suitable position, so that the cold on his body would affect Linn, and he would not be too far away from him to appear disrespectful.

"Because my father used to be a priest, he used to be a loyal priest in the church, but then he met my mother, she is a witch, after they love and unite, my father no longer believes in the existence of God So I left the church, but I still have a variety of church books in my home. I grew up looking at the Bible.

After I entered Hogwarts, I was assigned to Hufflepuff. The life of studying magic in the college did not obliterate my interest in church knowledge. After graduating from Hogwarts, I entered the church in my hometown. Got an ascetic monk.

The belief in Muggles is actually quite interesting. At first, I thought that the so-called gods were just some powerful wizards in ancient times. They could use magical abilities to be discovered by Muggles, and then respected as gods. In the end, Muggles became the foundation of their development. A group that believes in God but does not allow God to appear.

But after a long period of exploration, I found that things were not as simple as I thought.

The gods believed in in the church are omnipotent and the only one of all things, and even a powerful wizard cannot do this. Of course, this does not rule out the reason why Muggles exaggerate, but in later research I think this This possibility is very small, because not only Muggles, there are many things in the magic world that cannot be explained by magic. "

Lynn continued his words timely and said: "The birth of ghosts? And the world of the dead?"

The fat monk nodded with a smile: "Yes, I encountered a wandering ghost in the small town where I lived. At that time, I was thinking, since some wizards can become ghosts after death, then Where did the wizards who did not become ghosts after their deaths go? In other words, where does a person's soul belong after physical death, and who assigns and manages all this.

The young I was very curious about this, so I kept the wandering ghost, and asked him to cooperate with my research. He had nothing to do in the world of the living and agreed to me. We are here. A secret room was built underground in the church, dedicated to the study of the existence of ghosts and the world after death. "

At this point, his expression suddenly became annoyed.

"But after a while, I became a little negligent about things in the church. Originally, I was a key figure in the church because of my outstanding performance, and I was a strong candidate for the future promotion to the cardinal bishop. But during that time, I was a high-level person. The priests began to suspect that my cure for pox was just to poke the peasants with a stick. In addition, I was ill-advised in the habit of making rabbits out of the communion cup, so I was eventually executed."

"Have you not resisted?"

"No, I was stunned when they tied me to the gallows. My wand was taken away, and I lost the ability to use phantom migration. In the end, I could only be hanged." The fat monk's tone became cheerful again. "But after I died in the pain of suffocation, when I opened my eyes again, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had also become a ghost.

At that time, I was thrown in a mass grave. The ghost who worked with me was crying silently beside my body. He was ecstatic when he found out that I had become a ghost. We celebrated my death together. .

After that, I stayed in the small town where I was home for some time. After I became a ghost, I could study myself more easily, but after a long time I found out that my knowledge is shallow, relying on what I have learned. I couldn't find any results at all, and finally I decided to go back to my previous school, Hogwarts, and use the knowledge here to continue my research.

My ghost friend didn't want to be with me, so we separated. He continued to travel the world, and I returned to this castle and became the resident ghost of Hufflepuff. "

After listening to the experience of the fat monk~lightnovelpub.net~ Lynn truly admired: "What a wonderful experience!"

"Ah yes."

"Then you have studied the world of ghosts and the dead for so long, have you got any results?"

"I gave up my research two hundred years ago." The fat monk sighed a little, but he didn't say anything about it. "As for the results, of course there is. I was with my ghost while I was still alive. My friend discovered an evil black magic.

It is not an exaggeration to call it the most evil black magic in the history of magic. This kind of magic is true for the living, but it is indeed a treasure for ghosts! "

The fat monk said with solemn eyes and solemn expression.

"It can give a dead ghost a new life in another way!

The new life of a living person! "

　　

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