Chapter 1077
It Saw Me
Chapter 1077 It Saw Me
In the darkness, Wade could hear his heart pounding wildly, each beat feeling like it was about to burst out of his throat.
His pajamas were soaked with sweat on the back, and he felt a chill when he got up.
Wade propped his forehead up, sat on the bed for a while to catch his breath, and then asked, "Is this what you saw?"
In his bedroom, which was originally empty except for him, a figure in pearl white stood quietly.
Mrs. Grey stood by the window, her back to the bedroom, her body glowing with a cold, eerie light in the night, her long hair flowing smoothly down her back.
Hearing Wade's voice, she didn't turn around, but continued to gaze at the black lake in the night, and then nodded gently.
"That eye in the darkness... what is it?"
"I do not know."
"So, were you aware of the force that pulled you back before?"
Mrs. Grey's shoulders trembled slightly as she turned around, her hesitant eyes landing on Wade's face.
“This is the first time I’ve heard of this,” she said. “The castle… seems to be sentient.”
She paused for a moment, then looked out the window again, her gaze landing on the distant tower.
Wade then realized that Mrs. Grey's gaze as she looked outside wasn't one of admiring the scenery or simply daydreaming, but rather of searching for something.
Her gaze lingered as she slowly said, "However... this is actually quite normal."
“In my time, it was said that extraordinary powers could indeed be born from some ancient things.”
“The castle must be like that too… For a thousand years, countless children have lived here, and every brick of its walls is imbued with the magic of children.”
"Then it will naturally remember...it will remember the laughter that once echoed here, remember those young and vibrant lives, remember..."
Mrs. Grey's voice suddenly disappeared.
But Wade knew what she was going to say—
Hogwarts will also remember Mrs. Grey, remember what she looked like when she was alive, remember her growing up here, remember her lingering and waiting here for so many years...
Remember, she wasn't "Mrs. Grey," but rather the founder's daughter, Helena Ravenclaw.
So when the power from the abyss was about to devour her, the castle pulled her back.
Wade watched her silently as Mrs. Grey unconsciously moved closer to the castle wall.
That posture was just like a child who had lost their parents and finally found someone to rely on, so they stayed by the other person's side without leaving for a moment.
He got up from the bed, walked to the table, and poured himself a glass of water.
The water in the cup was still warm. He took a few sips, letting the warmth slide down his throat, and even the faint twitching in his stomach seemed to be relieved.
Wade turned to the ghost: “I will pass all this on to Dumbledore—if that’s what you want me to do.”
Mrs. Grey nodded and said in a low voice, "That's good."
Wade thought she would leave now. He was holding his water glass, ready to say goodbye, but he saw Mrs. Grey open her mouth, then close it again, her expression a mixture of struggle and hesitation.
She was already halfway into the wall, but the ghost was completely unaware, only nervously licking her lips.
After a while, she spoke softly:
"I originally... I originally didn't want to say these things..."
"None of this concerns me. I don't like Dumbledore, and I don't like anyone... I'm dead. The dead shouldn't concern themselves with the affairs of the living..."
"But Hogwarts..."
Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Hogwarts is my home. If it's destroyed, I don't know where I'll go."
Wade remained silent, his heart, which had finally calmed down, beginning to pound again. Mrs. Grey continued, "I don't really know what's in the darkness, but I know that red light... or rather, I can feel it..."
She stared at Wade, her normally beautiful eyes now fixed on the ghost, sending a chill down one's spine.
Mrs. Grey said slowly, "...it's despair."
"It's not just one person dying, but dozens, even hundreds, of people dying at the same time; they will erupt in intense fear, pain, and despair..."
"Under normal circumstances, such feelings will gradually dissipate, especially in a place where people come and go, even the strongest emotions will quickly disappear."
"But some people... some people bring it together and distill it into a purer 'emotion'."
Wade's pupils contracted slightly: "Refinement?"
He murmured, "How did they do that?"
Mrs. Grey said softly, "There's always magic that can do it—as long as a wizard really wants to."
"Emotions... Emotions are the oldest, most dangerous, and most unfathomable power in the magical world."
"Happiness can be extracted, and fear can be refined. But love... love is the only power that cannot be touched."
“I believe that… it was precisely because those who had passed away had their purest despair extracted from them that this refined, mysterious power, like a sacrifice, awakened the being in the darkness.”
"You should remind Dumbledore to come back as soon as possible, and to be very careful."
Mrs. Grey, her voice trembling with fear, said in a very low voice, "It saw me... and perhaps it saw Hogwarts too."
……
The umbrella house was warm and cozy, with crackling flames in the fireplace that made the whole room feel like a cozy cocoon.
Ryan sat in the corner reading a book, Michael was busy writing a letter, and Theo was engrossed in his homework.
In the practice area, a large open space was cleared, and several wands were waved, with flashes of spell light appearing from time to time.
"Except your weapons!"
"Armor protects you!"
A red beam shot from the tip of Neville's wand, and the spell struck a transparent barrier in front of him.
The barrier lasted for less than two seconds before being shattered by the disarming spell.
"when!"
With a soft click, Ron's wand flew out of his hand, arcing through the air before landing with a thud at Ryan's feet.
Even Ron was thrown to the ground by a force, lying there sprawled out with the back of his head hitting the mat.
"Ouch!" Ron groaned. "What kind of disarming charm is that? It's clearly a striking charm!"
Neville rushed over and pulled Ron up from the ground, saying nervously, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't control my strength..."
"Huh? You mean you were originally planning to let me win?" Ron rubbed his sore bottom and glared at him, saying, "That's even more hurtful!"
"Is...is that so? That's not what I meant..."
Neville scratched his head, speechless and unsure what to say.
“Ron, your wand.” Ryan handed over the wand.
"Ah, thank you." Ron took the wand, frowned, and looked at it for a moment before saying, puzzled, "That's not right... I clearly learned the Ironclad Charm at the Charms Workshop, so why couldn't I block it at all just now?"
(End of this chapter)