Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 105 The Ghost's Warning

"The half-blood prince is indeed a genius. Not only is his potion-making skill first-rate, but his spell mastery is also first-rate. I even learned two spells from him, each one more powerful than the last."

Faced with Damon's affirmation, Snape almost burst out laughing—he had never seen Damon praise anyone so highly, not even Dumbledore. That kid rarely had a kind word to say—he was outwardly respectful, but in reality, he was the most disrespectful person to Dumbledore.

Now, he's actually praising his past self?
If he ever found out that the half-blooded prince he so ardently admired was just an insignificant achievement he made during his student days, wouldn't that arrogant kid be blushing with embarrassment?

Just thinking about it made Snape want to laugh, but the more he thought about it, the more sarcastic he became:
"Is a coward who doesn't even dare to reveal his real name worthy of your high praise?"

As he said this, his expression suddenly became a little strange—could this kid know who the half-blood prince is and be deliberately messing with him here?
But is that possible? He shouldn't have left any clues unless this guy had contacted Dumbledore beforehand.

People often say that jealousy can make a person ugly.

Professor, your current state is the most accurate reflection of jealousy.

The half-blood prince is already proficient in spells and potions at such a young age; his future achievements will surely surpass yours.

Seeing Damon's sincere demeanor, Snape's doubts were somewhat dispelled. After all, he had never told anyone the secret of the Half-Blood Prince.

"Are you saying I'm jealous of him?" His expression grew increasingly strange.

"Isn't that so, Professor?"

"Yes, maybe there really is some truth to that. I hope that one day you can bring that half-blood prince to me so I can see him."

Snape was about to lose his temper.

"Don't worry, Professor, you'll see."

Damon pretended to be a little angry and was about to leave the classroom.

"Wait. You haven't given me Lily's photo yet."

"..." Damon pulled out a photo and handed it to Snape.

This old bat still remembers the photo, so it seems there's no way he could be fooled by something like this.
"boom."

The office door closed, and Damon's footsteps faded into the distance. Snape pressed two fingers to his mouth, enduring for a long time before finally losing his patience.

Laughter, like that of a demon king appearing in a battle of wits, rang out in the classroom.

"Hmph hmph hahahahaha"

Outside the classroom, just a door away, Damon, using Transfiguration to simulate that he hadn't actually gone far, quietly cast a Silent Spell and laughed like a fool.

If outsiders saw him, they would probably think he had lost his mind.

Damon was humming a song, preparing to return to the Room of Requirement, when he suddenly stopped.

Behind him, a ghost was staring intently at him, its gaze full of scrutiny.

Damon abruptly turned his head, but found nothing.

Lately, he has often had this feeling—as if something is spying on him from a corner, not with malicious intent, but it still makes him very uncomfortable—this gaze is too intense.

The only person in this school who could evade his detection and still be able to identify him is Dumbledore.

Or...not human?
Damon glanced around. It was Friday night, almost time for his nighttime stroll, and he figured that even if he went a little too far, no one would notice.
He turned and brandished his weapon.

Thus, the second and third floors of Hogwarts Castle were like a blank sheet of paper vertically cut in half by scissors. The building on the left tilted to the left, and the building on the right tilted to the right, revealing the transparent figures hidden inside.

"Oh, it's you."

Damon quickly restored the castle before causing a commotion, but he had already heard Filch's exclamation from afar. Fortunately, he seemed frightened by the commotion and didn't intend to come over, instead going to find Professor McGonagall.

At the end of Damon's line of sight floated a ghost. She wore a dark blue robe, was slender, and had a vaguely visible face. Her expression was indifferent, and her eyes revealed a deep scrutiny.

She was spotted by Damon at this moment and was about to leave when she heard Damon say:
"Ms. Grey, is it your manners to leave without saying goodbye after being caught spying?"

The beautiful ghost's face contorted with rage, and she stopped abruptly, even floating directly in front of Damon.

"You know me?"

All I know is that you are a ghost of Hogwarts.

Damon lied.

There's no need to strip people naked right away; that would scare them away. Of course, he recognized the ghost opposite him: Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four great masters of Hogwarts.

"Oh"

Helena paused for a moment, unsure of what to say in this situation.

But after thinking about it, she decided to tell the truth directly:

"Be careful, I'll be keeping an eye on you at school."

"Staring at me? Why?"

“You are just as ambitious and talented as that person. Now it seems that your strength even far surpasses his during his student days. I... I will not let you follow in his footsteps!”
If you attempt to do evil, I will inform Dumbledore immediately!

"Who is that person? Isn't it unfair of you to suddenly accuse me like this without any prior knowledge?"

Seeing the beautiful ghost with a serious expression, Damon became interested and wanted to tease her.

"Okay, you have a point, but it's too late today. You can't break the ban on nighttime outings. Please go back now."

"That won't do. You've insulted my soul for no reason. I can't accept this going on overnight."

Damon took a step forward and swung his wand.

The spot where they landed began to rise rapidly, as if the sky above them had been sliced ​​by some sharp blade, like paper torn in two. Their position continued to rise, soon reaching the highest spire of the castle. Damon took a step forward, leaping to the top of the tower, and extended his hand to the blue ghost, inviting him:

"Let's make things clear. The moon is so beautiful tonight, I don't think you'll refuse."

Helena looked at Damon warily.

But the moonlight tonight is indeed as beautiful as the boy said. At this moment, the moonlight shines on him, making him seem to be glowing.

"Okay, but this is just to make things clear to you, and it's definitely not for any other reason."

Helena floated to Damon's side without sitting down; her skirt billowed in the air like waves—Damon glanced at it, finding it quite amusing—but wondered what the underlying principle was.

The two of them came to this high place clearly to talk about that person.

But once they calmed down, looking at the moon overhead and the September starry sky, they suddenly stopped talking.

The wind was strong at the top of the tower, and Damon felt comfortable and at ease in the slightly warm breeze—he didn't mind sharing his tranquility with a stranger he had just met, who even held prejudices against him.

This open-mindedness is precisely what the world has given him.

(End of this chapter)