A Ghost That Could Materialize

Sean froze on the spot, his mouth slightly agape. The shock on his face was no longer feigned; it was a true reflection of his inner state.

Salazar Slytherin?!

Is one of the Four Founders from a thousand years ago about to return?!

His eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the semi-transparent figure opposite him.

Gormlaith Gaunt's face, riddled with tiny creases, trembled slightly. She seemed to be lost in glory, and even her voice became mesmerizing.

"Malfoy ... Slytherin's greatness needs no explanation. As a member of the wizarding nobility, you should know it perfectly well..."

That's what you Pure-blood Wizard have always thought... Half-blood Wizard or wizards from the Muggle Family all think Slytherin is a crazy old lunatic...

Even in his extreme shock, Sean didn't forget to mutter a curse to himself.

Of course, Draco Malfoy's performance will continue.

He swallowed hard, took another step back, and said, "You're lying... Slytherin is a wizard from a thousand years ago, how could he possibly return?"

"It is indeed suspicious..." Gormlaith moved a little closer, then chuckled again, "Use your little brain, Malfoy, why would I tell you this?"

"I..." Sean opened his mouth as if to say something, but the other person quickly interrupted him.

Gormlaith's face broke into a cruel smile, "I'm not asking for cooperation, I'm threatening you—while I cherish the life of every Pureblood Wizard, for a greater glory, I don't mind doing something unpleasant—"

Sean retreated even further, saying somewhat guiltily, "You're just a ghost, you... you can't do anything to me! Besides, my father is a Hogwarts School Governor!"

"The School Board be replaced sooner or later..." Gormlaith licked her lips. "Of course, if you perform well, your father will receive more respect in the new School Board in the future... This Society of Glory continue until you also become a member of the School Governor."

"However—" Gormlaith burst into a nervous laugh, "I need to show you how I threaten you first, as a sign of my 'sincerity'..."

Is the Basilisk coming? Sean tensed up instantly, and his ring began to slowly open and close. As soon as Dave gave the signal, he would immediately release all the chickens hidden in the ring.

Meanwhile, Sean's left hand, hidden beneath his silver-green uniform, was tightly gripping a magnificent, fiery red tail—a gift from Dumbledore that could summon Phoenix multiple times.

However, the faucet did not turn into a pipe, nor did the Basilisk emerge; instead, Gormlaith underwent a mutation.

Her cracked, translucent body gradually turned into a deep, inky black. The arrow that had pierced her heart began to writhe, its emerald green arrowhead carrying fragments of her heart slowly withdrawing.

Then, Gormlaith's translucent body turned into a black solid, and her jet-black boots stepped onto the ground.

Sean's pupils suddenly contracted.

Gormlaith has transformed from a ghost into a physical form?!

Most importantly, Sean sensed a pure dark power, a power he was extremely familiar with.

Obscurus!

Except for the whites of her eyes, Gormlaith's entire body had turned jet black, and she took a deep breath of satisfaction.

"This feeling is wonderful..."

Then, she excitedly licked her lips and slowly walked towards Sean.

"Malfoy ..." Gormlaith called softly.

In an instant, the black particles unique to Obscurus spilled out from her hand, and then, like a cage, the black particles pressed Sean's body against the wall.

Almost instinctively, Sean was about to awaken the Obscurus within him to rebel, while Dave in his inner pocket was already becoming agitated.

But the effects of Felix Felicis continued—'Don't resist,' Sean decided to follow his instincts.

Even through his clothes, he could still feel the intense heat emanating from the Obscurus black particles. Moreover, Gormlaith's control was clearly inadequate; the black particles had already begun to instinctively invade Sean's body.

His exposed right hand was trembling from the sharp, needle-like pain.

"Draco ..." Gormlaith called out affectionately, as if addressing a junior, "Do you see this power? It was bestowed upon me by Slytherin ... You cannot imagine his greatness, but fortunately, you can still feel it..."

Sean's face showed a pained expression. He possessed the Obscurus within him, so he had a certain resistance to this power. However, in order to appear normal, he pretended to be in extreme pain.

Gormlaith smiled gleefully; tormenting others always brought her pleasure.

She patted Sean's face, bringing a cool sensation. Then, she withdrew the black particles, and Sean collapsed to the ground like a tattered sack, panting heavily, his forehead already beaded with cold sweat—luckily, Malfoy's face was already quite pale, otherwise, Sean would have had to go to great lengths to disguise himself.

"Do you believe me now, Draco ..." Gormlaith looked down at him.

"I believe you, I believe you!" Sean nodded hurriedly, looking at the other person with fear.

Her particle-based abilities are far inferior to mine, and her control over them is also much weaker. Judging from the damage caused by the uncontrollable power of the Obscurus, her strength isn't that great... Moreover, she just slapped my face, which means she does indeed have a physical form. If I unleash the Obscurus now, there's a more than 70% chance I can subdue her... I can also summon the Phoenix for help, which will further increase the chance of subduing her... While unleashing the Obscurus, I can also prepare ' Nihilo Intuor ' in case she reverts to her ghostly form and escapes...

Beneath his panicked expression, Sean had already begun to calculate the difference in strength between the two sides. As another kind of host of the Obscurus, he was very familiar with this dark power, while Gormlaith's strength could only be considered above average.

If it were a direct confrontation, the professors inside the castle, apart from Lockhart, would have a pretty good chance of winning.

After a moment's calculation, he looked at the other side with trembling eyes again. "Madam, I am just a lowly wizard. I don't know what to do, and how could the great Slytherin possibly need me?"

Gormlaith scoffed dismissively. "Putting your own interests first... Draco, you Malfoy Family haven't changed at all."

She crouched down, her dark face still radiating black mist.

"Draco, we're just cooperating. I need you to help me clear some minor obstacles; after all, my status isn't suited for moving around freely within the castle. And after that—" she licked her lips, "You will receive a reward from Lord Slytherin ..."