"Harry—"
Professor Breen's gentle, ethereal call suddenly rang out in Harry's mind. His expression froze, and the dim little room before his eyes abruptly blurred.
A blinding white light stripped away the haze from his vision. Amid the boundless radiance, a figure gradually emerged.
Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. Instinctively, he wanted to look away, but he forced himself not to.
He was simply too curious.
Forcing his eyes wide open, Harry stared at Professor Breen, bathed in white radiance. He was clearly still shaped like an ordinary man, yet somehow seemed infinitely tall. Harry's mouth silently fell open.
Before he realized it, tears had begun streaming from Harry's green eyes.
Not because he was moved to see that Professor Breen was still alive. He already knew Professor Breen had not died.
Rather, like his brain, his eyes had begun to sting.
It was as though every second he gazed at Professor Breen, his senses were being forced to receive an immense torrent of information, far beyond what he could bear.
"Professor Breen, have you..."
Harry had no choice but to close his eyes and lower his head, his voice trembling.
"Have you become a god?"
Harry knew the question sounded foolish, absurd, but aside from the word "god," he could find no other way to describe Professor Breen's current form!
"Perhaps ghost would be a more fitting description for me, Harry—"
Amosta smiled knowingly. He came before Harry, raised a hand, and patted him on the shoulder.
Harry suddenly looked shocked. A piece of information had abruptly appeared in his mind.
"I'll leave this matter to you, Harry—"
Amosta said gently.
"Also, I'll be borrowing your Invisibility Cloak."
Harry was still processing the information in his mind. At this, he could not help but freeze.