The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 562 After Class (Please subscribe, please collect, please vote)
The bell rang, and the extremely depressing Defense Against the Dark Arts class finally came to an end. The content of the Cruciatus Curse itself was already very depressing, and coupled with Professor Snape's unchanging gloomy face, almost every student in his class walked out of the door of the underground classroom quickly with a depressed look on their faces. It was as if there were a large group of blasting-tailed skrewts in the classroom.

"Snape is right, isn't he?" Ron complained to Lavender who ran to him after class. At this time, they were trying to take a detour to the dormitory in a somewhat remote way, because this way would pass through a sunny corridor where they could breathe fresh air. "I don't know if it's meaningful to go to the exam, because until now I still can't learn to Apparate. It feels like going there is a waste of time and money."

"No, dear, you are just a little too nervous. Everyone knows that Snape is seriously prejudiced against us Gryffindor students. You really don't need to pay so much attention to what he says." Lavender kissed Ron on the cheek and said, "As for now, I think you should participate in the special training in Hogsmeade. It will be more interesting than apparating into a stupid wooden circle. Even if you fail after trying, you can postpone the exam and take it with me in a few months."

"Oh, wonderful love." Suddenly, a ghost slowly emerged from the wall. After the ghost completely emerged from the wall, she shouted in a sharp female voice. "It's a pity that I'm dead now and can no longer feel this sweet love."

"Myrtle?" Ryan recognized the ghost girl in front of him. He waved and greeted her and asked, "I brought back some small gifts for you when I went to China during the summer vacation. When I returned to school, I asked Nick to distribute these gifts to you. Did you receive the gift I gave you?"

"Got it." Myrtle nodded. "The food and useful things that the Celestial Empire prepared specifically for ghosts are really great, but I still hope you can come and see me."

"Sorry, I'm very busy lately." Ryan said a little embarrassedly. He was indeed very busy recently, so much so that he could only talk to a few familiar ghosts every week. Ryan had not seen ghosts like Myrtle who lived in places he usually didn't go to for a long time.

"Of course I know you're busy. Although I'm a ghost, I also know that things are very chaotic outside right now. Maybe some new people will join us soon. In this case, everyone is very busy." Myrtle took off her thick glasses helplessly and wiped them. "So after this time, fewer and fewer people are willing to talk to me. No one is willing to spend a little time paying attention to me, a poor ghost——"

"By the way, what are you doing out now? I always thought you would just stay in that bathroom." Ryan quickly interrupted Myrtle's chattering. He knew that these idle ghosts might spend several hours on one thing once they wanted to say something. If he didn't want to waste time, he had to interrupt them a little impolitely and ask what he wanted.

"Well - waiting for someone." Myrtle held her cheeks with both hands and spun in the air, then floated to a place where she was face to face with Ryan and said, "I met a crying boy a while ago, and I thought he liked me."

At this point, Myrtle's tone turned plaintive and she said, "He's a little lonely and likes to avoid other people. So I thought maybe after you guys leave, he'll come back... We have a lot in common... I believe he feels it..."

After saying this, Myrtle floated up a little and looked at the corner of the corridor, looking there with anticipation.

"You said you have a lot in common. Do you mean he is also in the water pipe?" The originally beautiful mood was immediately ruined by another voice. The only person who could say such words at this time was Ron, who often spoke without thinking.

"No," Myrtle protested angrily after the atmosphere filled with pink bubbles of love was interrupted. Her voice echoed in the empty corridor. "I mean he is very sensitive. He is also bullied and feels lonely. No one talks to him. He is not afraid to expose his feelings. He cries when he wants to!"

"Crying?" After hearing the point that Myrtle had just emphasized, Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "It seems that each ghost has a different anchor point in the world. For example, Moaning Myrtle is crying, and Barrow should be the regret for killing Helena. This should be the real reason why Snape said in class just now that ghosts are the marks left by departed souls in the world. Only wizards with certain emotions that reach a certain level can become ghosts after death. Ordinary wizards cannot leave such obvious marks in the world, so naturally they cannot stay in the world."

Just as Ryan began to think about these questions, Harry asked his own question out of curiosity. "Has a boy ever cried here? Was it a boy from the lower grades?"

"None of your business!" said Myrtle, raising her chin slightly, her eyes fixed on Ron, who was already grinning. "I promised not to tell anyone, but I'm going to take his secret into -"

"--It's not a grave, is it?" Ron laughed, "Maybe it's a sewer..." This sentence angered Myrtle. She let out an angry howl, passed through Ron's body, and disappeared into the wall.

"Oh, it's so cold." Ron shuddered. "I just said one word, how could she do this to me?"

"Okay, Ron. We might have been able to find out something interesting. You know, there are many girls who cry in the bathroom, but there are very few boys who do that." Ryan shrugged helplessly. "But now we have no idea what you're doing."

"Well, it was indeed my mistake." Ron knew that what he said when he was frustrated was a bit too much, but after venting his anger, he felt much better. After throwing his schoolbag back on his shoulder, Ron said to Ryan and the others, "I will participate in the special training in Hogsmeade, and then decide whether to take the exam."

"That's right." Ryan nodded. "How do you know you can't do it if you don't try?"

"Okay, Ryan, every time you persuade me, I always feel like it's the tone of a middle-aged man." Harry said on the side, "Every time it feels like a young version of Professor McGonagall is nagging."

At the weekend, Ryan sent Hermione to the gate of the castle. Seeing her and a group of sixth-grade students who would be seventeen in two weeks go to Hogsmeade for pre-exam training under the protection of several Aurors, Ryan was full of envy. Because today's weather was particularly good, spring was in the air, and it was a rare sunny day in a long time. It would be a great thing to go out in such weather.

After returning to the common room to answer some of Neville's homework questions, Ryan left the common room and went to the edge of the Black Lake. On the way, he saw Luna using the Black Lake as a target to test the magic that Ryan taught in the reading club.

"Good morning, Luna." Seeing Luna turned her head after hearing his footsteps, Ryan quickly raised his hand and greeted her.

"Good morning, Ryan." Luna greeted Ryan with her unique erratic voice, "Can you tell me why these spellcasting materials can enhance the power of magic--"

Ryan spent the next morning answering Luna's questions about the book club. After Ryan answered all the questions, he asked her curiously why she didn't ask these questions during the free question time at the book club.

Luna looked at Ryan with her bulging eyes and said, "I am the only one who wants to know the answers to these questions. You are my friend, and I can't let you delay the explanation to everyone because of answering my questions and make everyone dissatisfied with you."

This answer surprised Ryan. It seemed that Luna was not someone who didn't understand the ways of the world. It was just that she was usually immersed in her own world and didn't pay much attention to those things.

But after answering the questions, it was getting late. Ryan quickly said goodbye to Luna who was still practicing by the Black Lake, and then turned and ran into the castle. Because it was almost time for dinner, Hermione and other students who went to Hogsmeade to practice should also finish their practice and return to the castle.

(End of this chapter)