Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Compared to Gryffindor's tower, Ravenclaw's tower is not only easier to find, but also very approachable.

There are no fancy spiral staircases, no funny sliding doors, and no hidden Peeves.

But it also has its own characteristics.

——There is a portrait about ten or twenty steps away in the spacious corridor, and the greatest pleasure of these portraits all day long is to flirt with the little girls in other portraits, or to be dueled by a knight who has a bit of a headache. , that is, the little wizards who hook up with each other.

And this process is not harmonious in any way.

"Little boy! Look at me, sister. Am I beautiful?"

A medieval-style witch opened her mouth and smiled. In front of her was a pot of boiling medicinal soup.

"Hey, don't listen to that old witch! She has lived to be more than 200 years old! Do you want to inherit my Helen Duncan's magic?"

Another witch held out her finger, half of her body in the shape of an eagle.

Fortunately, there are no such portraits in the Ravenclaw common room.

Unfortunately, the target that Parsifal is looking for, and the most frequent area of ​​activity, is here.

"No need. Besides, Isabel, yours is just a simple human body transformation technique!"

After rejecting the approach of a witch ghost by the way, Parsifal already had some doubts about whether his decision to come to look for the ghost was correct. This is looking for a ghost in a literal sense, and naturally it cannot be done in a realistic way.

"According to the original book, Helena's most frequent place is Ravenclaw Tower, but she has appeared in other places. But I am only one person, so I can't...wait?"

Parsifal recalled carefully, suddenly an idea flashed and he ran quickly downstairs.

"Isabelle! Wait! I need you!"

He shouted the lady's name loudly. Even though she had been dead for at least hundreds of years, her beautiful appearance had never faded.

As for what is moral integrity? No one saw it, so what happened to the scholar? Can it be called a problem?

But unfortunately, Parsifal forgot that the most impolite thing to do is to inquire about the whereabouts of another lady in front of a lady. After having to promise to learn the magic taught by the other party and bring her new students, Parsifal finally got information about Lady Gray's whereabouts.

——Gryffindor Tower.

"Ms. Grey? You mean Helena? She's in Gryffindor Tower. That's where she goes every Monday morning."

After exhausting himself to show Isabel that he had mastered the transformation she invented, Parsifal finally got the answer he didn't want to know at all.

"Why is she going to Gryffindor Tower?"

It is difficult for Parsifal to understand that although ghosts often move, their actions often have tracks. For example, Sir Nicholas, who almost brows, often appears in Gryffindor and bad movies (no mistake).

"Who knows? Maybe even she has forgotten it. But there must be her obsession there."

Ghost Isabel tilted her shoulders and spread her hands flat.

"Thank you very much, Ms. Isabel." Parsifal bowed lightly, thanked the ghost and turned to leave, deliberately ignoring the other party's request to "don't forget to bring me other little wizards~".

After receiving the news, Parsifal rushed back to Gryffindor Tower. After passing through a slightly dark passage, on the sunny side of the tower, he finally found a particularly tall female ghost, Helena Ravenclaw.

"Ms. Grey! Please stay!"

From a distance, Parsifal saw that the ghost seemed to notice someone coming, and its transparent body was about to rush downstairs.

"Boy, what do you want to do with me? I don't have arrogant wisdom, so naturally I don't have any good tips for saving people."

The ghost stopped and floated slightly, with a trace of dissatisfaction on his face.

"My name is Parsifal, I am a Gryffindor student, and I want to ask you about Rowena Ravenclaw!"

Parsifal walked up to her, and he noticed that after he mentioned Rowena, the other party's transparent body seemed to become somewhat substantial.

"Another fool who greedily covets wisdom. She is so great, how could I know about her."

Like singing an aria, the ghost's voice sounded a little mean, but also trembling slightly. She raised her head slightly, her face was straight, and her fingers were intertwined.

"Leave, I won't tell you. That's the trouble that belongs to the deceased. Don't insult him here."

Ignoring Parsifal, she finished talking to herself, then her body began to sink, passed through the masonry, and then got stuck.

"???"

Parsifal's mind was full of question marks at the moment. He was already planning to tell the story about the Socket Man to make him stay, but the scene almost didn't make him laugh.

The upper half of Ms. Gray's body has been transformed into a milky white existence. She doesn't know what substance it is, but it undoubtedly has an entity. It is stuck on the bricks at the moment, and her face is full of anger and embarrassment.

"Ahem, Ms. Grey, do you need me to give you a hand?"

Parsifal observed that although the ghost's upper body had transformed into a physical entity, it undoubtedly had no power. Even though his arms were firmly supporting the ground, he couldn't exert any strength.

"No need! I can leave by myself!"

There was an angry look in Ms. Gray's eyes, and she solemnly refused Parsifal's help, but the corners of her eyes were turning in Parsifal's direction, and at the same time, her right hand was slightly open, with the palm of her hand facing inward.

Even (crossed out) unless it is a straight man in 24k titanium alloy, the hint at this moment is already very obvious. Parsifal reached out and grabbed Mrs. Gray's right hand, took her out, and then threw her upside down high.

"……sorry."

Parsifal bowed his head in embarrassment and apologized. He did not expect that the other party would be so gentle. He swore he only exerted a slight force, like picking up a textbook.

"...Thank you. What do you want to ask? I will consider whether to answer you."

Ms. Gray had the same embarrassment on her face. She hesitated for a long time, but still didn't say "It's okay". There was a faint accumulation of white liquid in the corners of her eyes.

"I want to know how Rowena Ravenclaw opened the treasure trove she left to her descendants."

After clearing his mind and getting rid of the messy things he was thinking about, Parsifal asked his question.

"Treasure House? You're not asking about the crown? How do you know about Treasure House? It's him." Ms. Gray looked at Parsifal with a surprised look, and her eyes finally fell on his brooch. "This is a long and dangerous story. Are you sure you want to continue asking?"

"of course."

Parsifal nodded.