Today’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class teaches how to deal with water ghosts!
This thing is not a local product, it appeared after the stars converged. They usually appear near the water, blue or green, with skin like a toad, mucus and fins on the body, scales on some parts, and webbed hands and feet with sharp claws.
This thing eats meat, humans, and carrion of living creatures. It is good at pounce and swim. It is extremely powerful in the water and is very dangerous.
This thing is much more dangerous than Grindylow.
Although grindylows live in the water, they also attack humans. But its staple food is small fish and shrimp, and the main danger is that it will be scratched or drowned by being dragged underwater.
But the water ghost really eats people! The combat effectiveness is also much stronger. And usually not just one appears.
"If you encounter a water ghost... you must be careful not to be pulled into the water. Otherwise, you will die! Maybe the water monster expulsion spell is a good idea, if the distance is far enough..."
Professor Quirrell stumbled while explaining knowledge to the students.
However, he was really unpopular. Except for a few students who took notes seriously, the other students were in a state of mind and were like ducks listening to thunder, not listening to the music at all.
But at least there were people who listened carefully. Both Hermione and Ted keenly captured Professor Quirrell's key word "Water Monster Banishing Curse".
Hermione immediately raised her hand.
"G-Miss Granger."
"Professor, what kind of magic is the Water Monster Expelling Spell?"
"Oh, water monster driving, expulsion spell... That's the expulsion spell that is only taught in the fourth grade. It's very, very difficult..." Professor Quirrell has always been perfunctory and has no intention of prescribing small things for the students. This is why he is not treated well. One of the reasons for seeing.
Other professors are willing to teach something extra, but what about Professor Quirrell? It's like he's here to make money!
Ted raised his hand.
"Mr. Epiphany."
"Professor, have water ghosts mutated or evolved since they came to our world? Have they created new species with local aquatic monsters like Grindylow?"
Ted was also trying. After all, he had seen Professor Quirrell's paper on the hybridization of magical animal blood in Hagrid's magazine.
Ted clearly saw a flash of light in Professor Quirrell's eyes, and even his aura changed a bit.
"Oh, this, this question is very profound. Maybe I can talk to you after class..."
Professor Quirrell rarely stayed with his students after class, and discussed with Ted for almost ten minutes about issues such as magical animals, the innate abilities of magical creatures, and blood inheritance.
To be honest, although Professor Quirrell is secretive, he seems to have studied this aspect very deeply!
If he hadn't conducted any crossbreeding experiments in private, Ted would have roasted the three-headed dog and eaten it!
This detention made Hermione very dissatisfied: Why not let me listen too?
Ted had no choice but to explain to her: After all, Professor Quirrell wouldn't be able to discuss the topic of blood hybridization with a lady, right?
After this breakthrough, Professor Quirrell seemed to appreciate Ted, no longer as an ordinary good student who was good at studying, but as someone who could provide guidance and discussion in areas of expertise.
Well, if Professor Quirrell didn't have a face on the back of his head, Ted would really want to suggest that he go to the Muggle world to study genetics.
…
The night was already deep, and Ted was lying on the bed, his consciousness gradually sinking into deeper darkness. As countless chaotic thoughts came to an end, a more solid feeling appeared in his heart...
He has been trying to "meditate" these past two days!
Mainly inspired by a psychology book I brought to school.
"The Secret of the Golden Flower", a book by Swiss psychologist Carl Jung.
When studying psychology, Jung is an inescapable figure.
After his break with Freud, he fell into self-doubt.
Later, under the guidance of a German who was proficient in Sinology, I read and studied ancient Eastern works.
And this book is his process of studying the profound "collective unconscious".
The so-called "golden flower" is actually the Taoist "Taiyi Jinhua", which is also the golden elixir.
The Eastern books that Jung originally studied were "The Purpose of Taiyi Jinhua" and "The Book of Changes" written by Lu Dongbin...
In Jung's understanding, the secret of the golden flower is the secret of the human soul and the secret of man's true inner life.
Jung concluded his review by saying: "My aim is to build a bridge of psychological understanding between East and West..."
Not to mention Jung's understanding of the Eastern inner elixir of life, this book gave Ted an idea.
That’s meditation!
There are meditation and yoga in Tianzhu, and in China there are meditation and meditation... The purpose is to enter a special mental state and feel the existence of consciousness itself.
Psions progress by developing their own hearts and strengthening their beliefs and tempering their minds.
I feel that meditation is of great help to me.
In his previous life, he had seen and listened to a lot of relevant information and videos. Especially some sleep aids...I don't know if they are useful.
No, let’s try it now.
After a few days, the effect is very good. The feeling of consciousness gradually deepening, then leaving the body and spreading around, or exploring inwardly, is quite wonderful.
There are many ways to say this, such as internal vision, brain vision, spiritual vision, etc.
As a psychic, Ted is keenly aware of the differences and guides the mind and spirit to pursue the right path.
And today's attempt went particularly smoothly.
His consciousness had penetrated the walls of the dormitory, and even spread through the corridors, all the way to the common room.
He felt a presence here, no! It's two people.
"Who is where?" Ms. Gray, who was remembering her mother in front of the Ravenclaw bust, asked softly.
Ted's consciousness tried to communicate with her: "Ms. Gray?"
"Is it you? Ted Epiphany? What magic are you using to communicate with me? Where are you?" Even though Ms. Gray was already a ghost, she was still startled by the fact that the dragon had disappeared without a trace of Ted.
Ted: "Wait a minute, I'm coming."
Ted came to the common room in his pajamas and holding a fluorescent wand.
Here now only the stars and moon decorated on the walls and ceiling give off a faint light, as if they were on the grass in the wild.
"Good evening, Ms. Grey," Ted greeted.
Ms. Gray nodded, "Hello."
In fact, this was not the first time the two met. When Ted played the piano, she would always be nearby to listen, and Ted would always find her.
Ms. Green was very curious about Ted talking to her from a distance, "What kind of magic did you use to talk to me just now?"
Ted explained: "I was doing some spiritual exploration, and I just did it accidentally."
Ms. Gray's expression was a little solemn: "Spiritual exploration is not a trivial matter. I think you should try it after studying for a few years."
"That's right," Ted responded. Without the profession of a psion, Ted would not have touched something like this that absorbed the mind before fifth grade. It would have been very dangerous.
"Ma'am, you are here..." He changed the subject.
"Ghosts are always very idle, I..." Ms. Gray hesitated for a moment, and the perfunctory words came to her lips, but she did not say them out.
She knew something about the boy in front of her, especially his music. Like an old friend I've never met.
She suddenly didn't want to lie to him, maybe she had been holding many words in her heart for too long.
"I am here to pay my respects to Lady Ravenclaw..." she said.
Seeing that Ted didn't speak, he didn't ask any further questions. She reached out to touch the statue, but her hand could only pass through it.
"She, I mean Ms. Ravenclaw, she is my mother. My name is not Gray..." As soon as the words came out, Ms. Gray seemed to relax.
"My name is Helena Ravenclaw."
Ted nodded, waved his wand, pulled a chair over and sat in it.
"I got it."
"You guessed it?!" Gray, oh, Ms. Helena said in surprise.
"Yes. You can't be Lady Jane Grey. That poor lady was only 16 when she died, less than five hundred years ago. But you were already here before Nearly Headless Nick came to the castle. …”
Everyone in the castle thought that Lady Grey was Queen Jane Grey, who was deposed nine days after the Tudor dynasty ascended the throne and beheaded the next year by Queen Mary Tudor, also known as "Bloody Mary".
But Jane Gray was secretly executed in the Tower of London at the age of 16. It's less than five hundred years ago.
But the ghost lady in front of me is not Jane Grey. She is Helena Ravenclaw.
"You..." Helena wanted to say something, but didn't.
She thought of the handsome and talkative boy from more than forty years ago. He lied to himself back then!
But she felt that the little boy in front of her was different from the boy who had lied to her.
Ted and Helena chatted for a long time, and unknowingly, Helena talked about her stupidity back then and expressed her years of regret. There is also the loneliness wandering endlessly in this castle, the despair with no end in sight...
Ghosts are not a good way to preserve consciousness, but the wandering souls of the dead who are afraid or unwilling to continue. And Helena has been wandering around for nearly a thousand years.
It wasn't until the sky was almost bright that Helena realized that she had delayed the other party for too long. The other party needs to sleep.
Ted smiled: "Don't worry about me, I can go into deep sleep, and that's about it for an hour."
He said goodbye and walked slowly upstairs. Suddenly he stopped and said to Helena, who was about to walk through the wall: "By the way, Helena. Maybe I shouldn't say it, but at that time I felt that rest Besides you, there is another existence in the room..."
"Is there another one?" she muttered.
"Yes." Ted pointed to the bust of Ms. Ravenclaw, "Maybe there is something hidden in it, maybe it's my illusion."
