My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 272, Page 269: The Rebirth of the Living

After parting ways with the ghost nun, Lynn followed her directions and toured the underground classroom.

They soon discovered a fat monk chatting with a ghostly knight with an arrow stuck in his head next to a long table where food was being laid out.

He strode over, seized the opportunity when the ghostly knight left, and struck up a conversation with the fat monk.

The fat monk is a ghost of Hufflepuff, and he is mild-mannered and friendly, whether towards Hufflepuff or young wizards from other houses.

So Lynn didn't hide anything and directly stated his purpose.

"Hello, monk, do you have a moment to talk to me now?"

The fat monk was holding a blue cheese that looked covered in mold. He heard Lynn's voice and looked down at him.

"Ah, so you're a little wizard from Slytherin. I didn't expect you to come to Nick's death anniversary dinner. Such a ghost gathering is not a pleasant place for the living, especially since there's no food suitable for you."

As he spoke, he took a bite of the cheese in his hand, and the pungent taste seemed to be quite enjoyable to him.

"Yes, it is a bit cold here, but luckily I ate something before coming, so I can bear it." Lynn didn't chat with the fat monk for long, but instead started discussing knowledge about ghosts with him.

"I heard from Sister Mira that you are quite knowledgeable about ghosts?"

Speaking of this, the fat monk looked very proud: "She's right. Long before I died, when I was a monk in the church, a monk with a good chance of becoming a cardinal in the future, I had already begun my research on ghosts."

Lynn was not only interested in the ghosts, but also in the fact that the fat monk, despite being a wizard, held an important position in the church.

Why did you become a clergyman in the first place?

The fat monk was very interested in talking to Lynn about these things. He moved his semi-transparent body to find a suitable position so that his coldness would affect Lynn, but he wouldn't be too far away from him and seem disrespectful.

"Because my father was once a clergyman, he was a devout priest in the church. However, he later met my mother, who was a witch. After they fell in love and got married, my father no longer believed in the existence of God and left the church. But my home still has all kinds of church books. I grew up reading the Bible."

After that, I entered Hogwarts and was sorted into Hufflepuff. The life of studying magic in the school did not diminish my interest in church knowledge. After graduating from Hogwarts, I entered the church in my hometown and became a monk.

The beliefs of Muggles are actually quite interesting. At first, I thought that the so-called gods were just some powerful wizards from ancient times. Their ability to use magic was discovered by Muggles, who then revered them as gods. Eventually, it developed into a group based on Muggles that believed in gods but did not allow the gods to appear.

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

The God worshipped in the church is omnipotent and the sole being of all things, something even the most powerful wizard cannot achieve. Of course, this doesn't rule out the possibility of Muggles exaggerating, but later research suggests this possibility is very small. This is because, not only in the wizarding world, but also in the realm of magic, there are many things that cannot be explained by magic.

Lynn picked up where he left off, saying, "The creation of ghosts? And the world of the dead?"

The fat monk nodded with a smile: "That's right. 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 they die, where do the wizards who don't become ghosts go? Or, where does a person's soul belong after their physical body dies, and who manages and distributes all of this?"

As a young man, I became extremely curious about this, so I kept the wandering ghost with me and asked him to cooperate with my research. He had nothing else to do in the world of the living, so he agreed. We built a secret room in the basement of the church where I lived, specifically for the study of the existence of ghosts and the afterlife.

At this point, his expression suddenly turned annoyed.

"But for a period of time afterward, I became somewhat negligent in my duties within the church. I was originally a key figure in the church because of my outstanding performance, and a strong candidate for future promotion to cardinal. However, during that period, the senior clergy began to suspect that my method of treating smallpox was nothing more than poking farmers with a stick. In addition, I unwisely kept producing rabbits from the chalice. As a result, I was eventually executed."

"You didn't resist?"

"No, I was stunned when they tied me to the gallows. My wand was taken away, and I lost the ability to Apparate. 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 surprised to find that I had also become a ghost."

I was thrown into a mass grave. The ghost who had worked with me before was lying beside my corpse, weeping silently. He was overjoyed when he discovered that I had also become a ghost, and we celebrated my death anniversary together.

After that, I stayed in my hometown town for a while. After I became a ghost, it was easier for me to study myself. But after a while, I realized that my knowledge was shallow and I couldn't get any results based on what I had learned. In the end, I decided to return to my old school, Hogwarts, and use the knowledge there to continue my research.

My ghostly friend, however, refused to come with me, so we parted ways. He continued his travels around the world, while I returned to the castle to become the resident ghost of Hufflepuff.

After hearing the fat monk's story, Lynn exclaimed sincerely, "What an amazing experience!"

"Ah, yes."

"So, after studying the world of ghosts and the dead for so long, what results have you achieved?"

"I gave up my research two hundred years ago." The fat monk's tone was somewhat wistful, but he didn't say why. "As for the results, of course there were some. While I was still alive, my ghost friend and I discovered an evil black magic."

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the most evil black magic in the history of magic. This is certainly true for the living, but for ghosts, it's a true treasure!

The fat monk's gaze was solemn, his expression serious, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

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

A new life for the living!

(End of this chapter)