Angulo the Scholar's Past

"Of course." Professor Merrythought smiled amicably, then deftly waved her wand, and the transparent barrier that had isolated the Ghost Xiwen vanished in specks of light.

Upon seeing this, Helena happily stepped forward and took the arm of the Ghost Xiwen.

Professor Merrythought smiled and continued, "First, we will guarantee you the rights of a ghost at Hogwarts; second, we will recommend you to the Ghost Council so that you can obtain the status of a ghost councilor as soon as possible."

"Do the ghosts of Hogwarts have any special privileges?" Ghost Xiwen asked with great interest.

"That's right, the ghosts have their own halls and classrooms as activity spaces, and they also have their own House-Elf to help them with things that are inconvenient for them!" Professor Merrythought added.

"That sounds good. Is there anything else?" Ghost Xiwen asked with a smile.

"As compensation, this dungeon will henceforth serve as your private space," Professor Merrythought said. "Then we need to introduce you to this ghost, the true accomplice in destroying the Magic Node."

A ghost dressed in a classical scholar's robe and sporting a goatee, bound by Ghost-Restricting Charm, was brought before the Ghost Xiwen.

Hearing this, Xiwen knew there was no other compensation. However, he didn't care too much; all he needed was the freedom to move around Hogwarts, and these compensations were more than enough.

So he turned his attention to Scholar Angulo.

Although Ghost Xiwen had already learned from the Young Wizard Xiwen that Scholar Angulo was Professor Lore's accomplice, he could only feign surprise as he looked at him.

"Long time no see, Scholar Angulo. It's been two months since we parted ways in the Entrance Courtyard. I never imagined you were the one who caused my two-month imprisonment!" Ghost Xiwen said through gritted teeth. He had been locked up for two months because of this ghost, and no one could easily let that go unpunished.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Strange," Maester Angulo said calmly, without a trace of apology.

"Tell me your reasons. Why did you betray Hogwarts?" Ghost Xiwen asked.

However, Scholar Angulo showed no intention of cooperating and simply remained silent.

"We've already inquired, but Scholar Angulo refuses to cooperate, and we have no way to deal with a ghost," Professor Merrythought said to the Ghost Xiwen, shaking his head helplessly.

Indeed, if the ghosts don't cooperate, the wizards have little effective countermeasures.

Ghosts can't drink Veritaserum, Legilimency are ineffective against them. Apart from spells like the Ghost-Restricting Charm, which were specifically created to target the constitution of ghosts, wizards are practically helpless against them.

However, just because the wizards of this world are helpless doesn't mean that Xiwen will be powerless against him!

Ghost Xiwen was already very dissatisfied with Scholar Angulo, so he didn't hesitate at all and directly pointed his index finger at Angul's forehead!

Then, an image simultaneously appeared in the minds of both him and Scholar Angulo—

This is a town with medieval characteristics. The low bungalows are made of mud bricks and are connected to form a simple architectural complex. It is surrounded by fortresses and stone walls, and there are also round gate towers on the walls, where several soldiers stand guard and patrol.

A magnificent and towering Gothic cathedral stands out prominently in the center of this low-rise building complex.

In front of the church was a wide square, where many monks in neat church uniforms surrounded a giant cross, seemingly praying. On the periphery, a group of civilians in brown tunics were shouting some fanatical slogans.

Suddenly, intense flames erupted, instantly engulfing the entire cross. At the same time, a girl's heart-wrenching scream came from beneath the cross!

"No!!!" A man dressed in a classical scholar's robe, with a goatee and a travel-worn look, suddenly appeared in the square and roared loudly.

At the end of the scene, the wooden stick in the man's hand glows with an eerie green light...

Xiwen abruptly broke the spell and looked in astonishment at Scholar Angulo expression was one of pain.

"That girl..." Ghost Xiwen opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

"Yes, she was my daughter! She was burned at the stake by a bunch of Muggle!" Maester Angulo, no longer the indifferent man he had been upon arrival, roared with Abomination and hatred in his eyes. "Therefore, I wholeheartedly support Grindelwald's declaration of war against the Muggle, and I'm willing to cooperate with his plan!"

"Alright, I confess! Are you all satisfied now?!" he said to Xiwen and the professors, panting heavily.

Headmaster Dippet then said, "Mr. Angulo, we regret your tragic past. But that is no reason for you to disregard the safety of the young wizards at Hogwarts!"

"Sir, it doesn't have to be this way. You could do something else for your daughter." Professor Birley seemed saddened by the sir's past and said softly.

"I am but a ghost, what else can I do?" Scholar Angulo said with a bitter laugh.

Suddenly losing interest in retaliating against Scholar Angulo, Xiwen waved for the professors to take him away.

Or perhaps, making him recall this most painful memory is already the greatest revenge!

"Then tell me your real purpose, Headmaster Dippet and professors," Ghost Xiwen said with a sigh.

Headmaster Dippet nodded and said, "We're actually here to see Lady Grey."

Ghost Xiwen nodded knowingly, without the slightest surprise.

Headmaster Dippet turned to Helena and asked, "Lady Grey, we'd like to know if you have a way to repair the Hogwarts Magic Node."

Helena shook her head and said, "I have no idea how to repair Magic Node."

Just as the professors were feeling disappointed and preparing to leave, she suddenly said, "But I know someone who can."

The professors. "!!!"

The Seventh Floor of the Main Tower.

With the staircase inconvenient to use and the passageway more than half blocked, Dumbledore used his Transformation to conjure several large, fiery red birds, which carried everyone here. They were even faster than the Ghost Xiwen and Helena could float.

Now, six people and two ghosts are standing opposite a comical tapestry.

"What is that drawn on the tapestry...?" Xiwen looked at the several ugly Troll dressed in tiny ballet tutus on the tapestry and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Ah, the Troll-Bashed Barnabas Tapestry." Dumbledore's lips curled into a mocking smile as he began to describe the scene on the tapestry to Xiwen.

"Barnabas was a sorcerer who once made a rather unrealistic attempt: to teach Troll ballet. It must be said that although his actions were generally considered somewhat foolish, his courage was commendable."

"Ahem!" Headmaster Dippet coughed twice, interrupting Dumbledore's narration, and then solemnly asked Helena, "Lady Grey, what happened after we arrived here?"

Helena nodded, silently floated to the side of the Young Wizard Xiwen, and said to him, "Xiwen, I need your help."