The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 103 Data Collection
"Mr. Liang, please explain why you do this?" Lockhart looked a little unhappy. After all, anyone would be unhappy if they were interrupted when they were showing off.

"Well, I saw that you acted so well in the battle against werewolves, so I couldn't help but applaud, and ended up accidentally casting a spell." After saying this, Ryan quietly wiped away a cold sweat. It was not easy to make up a lie in such a short time.

"Ah, I can understand your excitement when you saw my heroic figure, but I hope you won't do this again in the future. After all, there are so many classmates in the class, and it's not good for you to disturb them." After saying that, Lockhart turned around, adjusted his expression and continued his performance.

Many boys secretly gave Ryan a thumbs up for his ability to talk nonsense, but some girls looked at Ryan with angry eyes. Brainless fans can be found everywhere.

After class, Ryan vented his dissatisfaction by muttering about today's homework (he was asked to write a poem, and a flattering poem at that, what on earth was in Lockhart's mind?), and then followed the crowd into the library.

After Ryan finished his homework, he began to look for books related to basilisks in the bookshelf.

Maybe because the basilisk itself is very rare, there are not many books about it in the library. Except for "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", which briefly introduces the basilisk, other books only briefly mention it. The only thing I found was a Greek wizard's travelogue that noted that the older the basilisk is, the harder it is to deal with.

But the problem is that Ryan already knew about this. However, after reading the entire travelogue, Ryan noticed a very interesting point. According to the wizard's description, although the basilisk can communicate with Parseltongue, in fact, the basilisk's brain is still the brain of a beast, and it does not have the wisdom of a human.

This is good news, attacking a beast is different from attacking an intelligent beast. But some things still need to be investigated on the spot.

While most people were doing their homework, Ryan slipped out of the library and ran to Myrtle's bathroom. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Myrtle sitting on the sink.

"I know you. We met two days ago. But this is the women's restroom, not a place you should come in." Myrtle said to Ryan after seeing him come in.

"I came to see you." Ryan said.

"Looking for me?" Myrtle looked a little surprised. "You know, even though I'm dead, there are still many people talking about me behind my back. No one has ever thought that poor Myrtle has feelings. I don't have as many friends as Nick, nor as enthusiastic as the fat monk. I don't have the noble status like Helena and Barrow, so..."

At this point, Myrtle suddenly floated over and looked into Ryan's eyes: "I don't know why you came to see me? Are you really not here to laugh at me?"

"It has nothing to do with making fun of you. It's just that only you know this problem, so I can only come to you." Ryan looked into Tao Jinliang's eyes and said sincerely.

"Really? Only I know?" Myrtle happily spun in the air. "Ask me. I will tell you if I know anything."

"It may be offensive, but I want to know the specific circumstances of your death."

"Oh, oh, horrible," she said with relish, and at that moment Myrtle's whole demeanor changed. It seemed that no one had ever asked her such a question, which made her feel honored. "It happened right here. I died in this privy..."

After listening to Myrtle's statement, Ryan ignored the scene where she cried in the toilet after being bullied at school, and asked unwillingly: "Did you really not see what attacked you?"

"Yes, I just remember seeing a pair of scary big yellow eyes. My whole body seemed to be grabbed, and then I floated away..."

"Then can you give me a rough description of where exactly you saw those two eyes?" "No problem." After saying that, Myrtle sat on the toilet. Ryan conjured up two balls of light to represent the pair of eyes, and then moved the position of the eyes according to Myrtle's instructions.

It was obvious that Myrtle had always remembered the thing that killed her. Five or six minutes later, after Ryan adjusted the position of the light ball again, Myrtle nodded to indicate that the eye he had seen that year was where the light ball was now.

Based on the knowledge of basilisks he had seen in the library and the distance between the eyes of basilisks he had obtained this time, Ryan could confirm the size of the basilisk. He quickly took out a notebook from his schoolbag and wrote down the data.

Myrtle watched Ryan writing furiously and asked curiously, "Is this important to you?"

"It's important. It may even affect my life," Ryan said as he wrote.

"Ah, it's an honor to help you." Myrtle looked very happy. This might be the first time she had received such attention.

After taking notes, Ryan made some soul chocolates on the spot and gave them to Myrtle as a thank you gift. Myrtle took the chocolates and said, "So you made the food for Nick's party, but unfortunately there were too many people crowded around the table. I only got to eat a chicken wing. Thank you for your gift! You are welcome to come again next time."

After saying goodbye to Myrtle this year, Ryan found a deserted place and opened a small space door leading to the world of Plants vs. Zombies, and then threw the notes he had just taken in. These data would help Ryan's previously customized equipment to deal with the basilisk more effectively.

After finishing all this, Ryan returned to the common room. Today, the homework discussion group gathered together and did not do homework. Because tomorrow is the Gryffindor team's Quidditch game, everyone gathered together to prepare some banners and other things to cheer them up.

Ryan's previous knowledge from "36 Common Magic Potion Making" came in handy soon. He prepared a magical glitter textile dye that could only last for hours (thanks to the raw materials provided by the Weasley brothers). In this way, they can make banners directly from bed sheets.

After drawing the roaring lion, Hermione cast a small spell on it, allowing the lion to roar.

"This is a little skill I learned from the fat monk. Isn't it great?" Hermione said to Ryan after casting the magic.

"It seems you learned a lot of good things from the ghost yesterday."

"Yeah." Hermione nodded proudly. "For some reason, most wizards ignore ghosts. They don't even know that ghosts are carriers of knowledge. When I was chatting with them yesterday, I gained a lot of knowledge that I had never seen before, and some that had even been lost."

"That's because your attitude touched them. Those ghosts have been wandering in the world for hundreds of years. Their experience allows them to easily discern the inner thoughts of the people who are talking to them. And your desire for knowledge in your bones touched them, so you have gained a lot. As far as I know, there are only a very small number of wizards who can learn knowledge from ghosts."

"It seems that I'm not a nerd who only knows how to study." Hermione said with relief.

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