Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Brian wore the big silver-framed glasses and stood in front of the portrait of Slytherin. The basilisk was silently walking around the edge of the room, and his yellow eyes scanned the surroundings coldly like lightbulbs.

He first described what happened in the school, and then asked politely: "Mr. Slytherin, do you know what happened?"

"Did you fall silently into a long coma in your sleep?" Slytherin's fingertips of his skinny hands met and he fell into silence.

"The current principal can't solve it, right?" He said hoarsely and slowly.

"That's right, all the professors are helpless." Brian nodded slightly.

"It's like a soul has left." Slytherin sighed, "There is no doubt that it is related to this. You passed the first round of tests and triggered the next puzzle. That boy was probably affected."

"Can you tell me something?" Brian said, "If this matter cannot be resolved, the school will probably be temporarily closed."

"Ah, I can only tell you a little bit. After all, I don't know much." The portrait said, "He took too many secrets to the grave."

"Life and death are things that Slytherin has been studying during his lifetime, and he is deeply fascinated by them.

"He spent almost his entire life trying to uncover its deepest secrets.

"The so-called 'death' shown to you is one of the results of his research. It allows you to experience the test of death and finally recognize yourself.

"It does no harm. On the contrary, whether you can pass this test or not, you will benefit a lot. Of course, not in terms of magic or wisdom, but in mind."

Brian put the back of his hand on his chin and muttered: "If there is no harm, then why is the current situation?"

"I said harmless a thousand years ago." The portrait said faintly, "As for death, even if Slytherin studied it all his life, he still couldn't figure out the countless mysteries in it. And the place he left behind, with the help of It has the power of the castle, and it is also closely connected with death itself."

"Obviously it's getting a little out of control now."

"Then what to do?" Brian said softly.

"Since Slytherin keeps this thing, he will naturally ensure its safety." The portrait said slowly, "Many of the things he did were to ensure that it would not really kill people. So now the child is just Trapped.”

“But if it’s not resolved, there may be another victim.”

"All you can do is find it and then crack it." The hoarse voice said slowly, "But when things have reached this point, the advice I can give you is: don't try to find it anymore. Do what you can, it can trap it Others may also trap you.”

"Maybe it would be better to leave it to the professors." The portrait's eyes hidden under the hood seemed to be staring directly at Brian.

Brian exhaled softly, feeling a little helpless. The plot was obviously going smoothly, but something unexpected happened.

"Then...if I want to find it, what advice do you have?" He said softly.

"Try to understand death and find the reason why the boy left his soul." The portrait said, "He must have done something, or he must have some characteristics that made him selected by 'death'."

Brian nodded slowly and left the secret room.

"It's really nerve-wracking." He rubbed his forehead and thought helplessly.

Maybe he should try to find the truth, or at least avoid falling into it himself.

"But I can't stop," his expression seemed calm and quiet, "before things get out of hand."

…

"Sir Barrow, good afternoon." On the evening of the next day, Brian found the bloody Barrow floating gloomily in the corridor.

"..." Bloody Barrow nodded to him, his expression still gloomy.

"Sir Barrow, I would like to ask you some questions. Could you please help me?" Brian looked elegant and polite.

Bloody Barro nodded silently, his dull eyes looking straight at the other side of the corridor, where a little girl was slowly walking over.

Brian stopped talking and looked over, realizing that it was Luna Lovegood. Her hair was messy, she was holding a textbook in her hands, and the cork necklace was still hanging around her neck. She was looking around in a daze, her light-colored eyes wide open.

"Hi, Luna." Brian said softly.

"Good afternoon, Brian." Luna's tone seemed to be floating in the clouds, and her eyes were still scanning around, as if trying to find the hidden magical thing.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Barrow." She waved her hand to Bloody Barrow again and said in a brisk tone.

Barrow stared at Luna for a long time, and actually nodded.

"What are you doing?" She said softly, "You are always pestered by bugs. Is it hard for you?"

"No, I'm just discussing some issues with Sir Barrow." Brian replied.

"Can I listen? If it doesn't involve your secrets." Luna showed an interested expression, "I'm very curious about ghosts."

Brian pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, there's no secret." Maybe this little girl can give him some inspiration.

"I would like to ask you, how did you become a ghost?" Brian considered, his eyes sincerely said, "This is very important to me, Sir Barrow."

"I'm not sure." Barrow was silent for a long time, which once made Brian think that he didn't intend to answer. "I came to an endless darkness, and something was attracting me in front of me. But I still had regrets and unwillingness to leave, so I turned around and came back, and from then on I became a ghost floating in the world."

Brian analyzed Barrow's words and asked: "Is there anything else around? What is it that attracts you in front of you?"

"There is darkness all around, and it contains everything. What attracts me is dreams, happiness, destination, new life, it can be anything. I have not gone on, and I will never know what it is."

"So the dead people were taking another path?" Brian murmured softly.

"Yes, death is just a necessary part of life." Luna said in a dazed tone.

"So, Sir Barrow, may I ask...what do you think death is?" Brian looked at Barrow, his black eyes looking extremely deep.

Bloody Barrow stared into Brian's eyes for a long time, and then he said hoarsely: "I don't know."

"What do you think, Luna?" Brian looked into Luna's hazy silver eyes.

"Death is just the end of the road, and there is still a long road ahead." Luna said in a trance, "The dead just walk faster."

As she spoke, Luna looked out the window at the setting sun that seemed to be burning the sky, and hummed an ethereal song.

"Lina stood at the grave and cried, she had lost her mother.

The wind said to her: Lina, Lina, poor Lina.

Your mother turned into a bird and flew away on the wind.

Lina smiled, she felt the wind was very gentle.

Wind, wind, can you take me to find my mother?

Lina, Lina, the wind will carry you through the long spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Life is a bridge, and she reached the end of the bridge first.

There are flowers on the bridge, but there are also stumbling blocks.

Happiness and sadness are the scenery along the way.

Grow up quickly, embrace your new life, and work hard to grow old.

The wind will accompany you to the end of the bridge, and she will be waiting there..."

The song is neither cheerful nor sad. It is as ethereal as wind chimes, and the sweet notes dance in the corridor like elves.

"What song is this?" Brian said softly, immersed in the atmosphere of the singing.

"I made it up myself." Luna said with a slight smile, her tone still empty.

"I think it should be like this." She said in her always erratic tone, "So I am obsessed with the present, and I am also looking forward to that day, and looking forward to seeing each other again."

Brian looked deeply at the girl in front of him. She was unexpectedly open-minded and calm about life and death.

"Well, this gave me a lot of inspiration, but there is still a lot of confusion. Maybe I can ask other ghosts." Brian said, "Thank you, Sir Barrow, and Luna."

"If you think about it... there will be a party for Nick's death on Halloween, and there will be many ghosts there." Bloody Barrow said hoarsely, "They may have different understandings of this."

"Really? Can I go and take a look?" Luna looked interested.

"Okay, I will go." Brian muttered, "Maybe we can go together."

They said goodbye to Bloody Barro, and the two of them walked along the way. Brian noticed that Luna had been searching around for something.

"What are you looking for?" Brian asked.

"I'm looking for my lost hat." Luna said vaguely, her tone sounding like she was singing. "A lot of things disappeared suddenly. Maybe the naughty brown fairy was playing tricks on me."

"Maybe some little wizard hid it." Brian said honestly.

"It's also possible that they like to joke with me." Luna blinked her silver eyes and nodded seriously.

"Maybe I'm teasing you." Brian said. He didn't mind breaking her self-deception.

"If this makes them happy." Luna looked around in a daze, "I think it's quite interesting. When they suddenly appear in front of me, it's a surprise every time."

She stopped suddenly, pointed to the pointed hat on the door frame in front of her, and smiled pure and bright.

"Look, here comes the surprise!"

Brian looked at her innocent smile, and her song seemed to be still echoing in his mind.

He suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was somewhat fascinating to him.

Like a free and beautiful butterfly, people can't help but want to hold it in their hands.