The Teenage Ghost-Zhou Yi

"Professor Snape! Professor Dumbledore! Professor Potter!" Zacharias exclaimed three times as soon as he woke up, seemingly forgetting everything that happened in his dream.

"Someone just attacked me! And tortured me with evil curses!"

But with my unwavering determination and meticulous attention to detail, I still managed to uncover his identity!

"Please call me Professor Evans. And, you say it." Lily turned her head and raised an eyebrow.

"He's a member of the Harry Potter Club! I hope the professor can—" Zacharias stopped himself, following the gazes of the other two professors towards the cupboard, "Hufflepuff's Golden Cup!"

His already unattractive face, when adorned with a greedy expression, appeared almost disgusting.

He pointed directly at the Golden Cup, "That's Smith's property! It's mine! I'm going to tell my dad!"

"Hmph!" Snape glanced coldly at Zacharias. "Hogwarts has always kept a paper copy of the document."

That was left behind by Helga Hufflepuff, one of the Four Founders.

Her will stipulated that the Golden Cup be left in the kitchen to help the House-elf and lighten their workload.

But in the end, it was your ancestor who stole it.

He went against his grandmother's dying wish.

The previous headmaster didn't pursue the matter simply because you are also considered descendants of Hufflepuff.

"Lies! All lies! You just want to take our family's property!" To Lily's astonishment, Zacharias looked up and unleashed a barrage of attacks on Snape.

Snape was also very surprised.

He was surprised that a student would dare to contradict him.

Especially during the first semester, Zacharias was practically confined to his office.

"Lily, watch carefully."

"What should we do with a student like this?" Snape waved his wand. "Tongue-Tying Curse!"

Zacharias covered his mouth and stammered.

Snape added, "Hufflepuff, minus 30 points!"

Disrespectful to teachers and elders!

Then I was put in solitary confinement on Saturday night in my office.

Now, get out of the kitchen!

Zacharias didn't dare look at Snape. After taking one last, reluctant look at the Golden Cup, he left the kitchen.

"You're still too harsh on this child."

He wasn't just taught a lesson today by someone using the magic you invented.

"We also lost an opportunity that even I was curious about." Dumbledore sighed and said after only three people remained in the room besides the House-elf.

"Don't mention that jerk."

He was just as mediocre and arrogant as that guy, loved to break the rules, liked to show off, attract attention, and was unruly.

Even after nearly half a semester of confinement, he hadn't changed at all. Snape seemed to suddenly remember that Lily was there, and that he had just mentioned someone he shouldn't have.

He quickly stopped himself from continuing.

Turning his head, he asked, "What is this flame? If I'm not mistaken, it's the Gubraithian Fire."

"Hmm," Dumbledore nodded, "This is probably the oldest fairy fire I have ever seen."

Even more remarkably, it was in a ghostly state.

"Oh, was this flame cast with Ravenclaw's Ghostification Magic?"

"It's a real shame, of the Four Founders, I'm the only Ravenclaw I've never met." A hint of curiosity flashed in Lily's eyes.

"Ahem, you've seen Gryffindor! Did he really hold a sword in one hand and a staff in the other?" Dumbledore's tone was very urgent.

He doesn't look like a centenarian now.

Instead, he seemed like a little fanboy meeting his idol.

"Has Hufflepuff ever mentioned the legacy behind this Golden Cup?" Snape asked as well.

"You two take turns. I can't keep up if you do it all at once." Lily rolled her eyes. "I've met Gryffindor."

That's definitely true.

In the Afterlife, he was given the title of the Blind Sword Saint.

That's amazing.

You should know that there are so many skilled swordsmen in the Afterlife.

But Gryffindor were able to achieve sainthood through it.

"Blind?"

He always wielded his sword with his eyes closed, or wore a huge hat that covered his eyes.

He once said that the mind is far more useful than the eyes when dealing with an enemy. As she spoke, Lily closed her eyes, her right hand raised as if holding an invisible sword.

Snape, who was about to ask further questions, took a small step back.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

This scene reminded him of his first meeting with James Potter on the train.

"As for Hufflepuff."

I've only met her once.

Her descendants are all like that.

His contemporaries—such as Ravenclaw— were also dormant.

This caused her to seem to ignore people.

She spent all her time playing with flowers and plants in that enormous greenhouse she imagined. Lily, oblivious to Snape's subtle movements, began answering Snape questions.

"That means it wasn't mentioned." Snape feigned disappointment and went into the closet to hide his earlier lapse in composure.

Then, he suddenly took a few steps back.

Lily and Dumbledore, the Four Founders were talking, also quickly looked over.

The person who came—no, the person who came was none other than Ravenclaw's daughter, Lady Grey.

Wearing a transparent Ravenclaw's Diadem, she passed through the wall and came to the Golden Cup that was now burning.

At the same time, a handsome young ghost floated beside her.

Judging from their clothing and appearance, they should be from the modern era.

"Lady Grey, may I ask?" Dumbledore's gaze swept over the boy and the Golden Cup.

"This is my lover, Zhou Yi. A ghost from China." A blush crept across the ethereal and beautiful Lady Grey's face as she took the boy's hand.

"Really? That's wonderful! Helga has been so worried about you." Lily jumped up with joy.

"Aunt Helga?" Upon hearing this long-forgotten name, Lady Grey looked at Lily.

A glint of silver flashed across Ravenclaw's Diadem, and she squinted. "The returning dead?"

Oh, what did you rely on? The Resurrection Stone? Hades' blessing? Ra's tears? Or...?

Snape stepped forward. "Lady Grey."

Could you please explain how you figured out which world Lily came from?

This is important for Lily's safety.

"With the Ravenclaw's Diadem, I recalled many memories of my mother's teachings, which at the time seemed like gibberish to me."

This is a lost art with very high requirements for its execution.

My mother started this project in order to observe death.

Perhaps Ghostification Magic was its predecessor. Snape breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Then Lady Grey continued, "I am here because the Ravenclaw's Diadem on my head is burning hot."

It seemed to sense the missing component. She touched the Ravenclaw's Diadem on her head with her slender, translucent hand.

The Golden Cup began to tremble.

The transparent Gubraithian Fire automatically left the rim of the cup.

Finally, it landed steadily on top of the Ravenclaw's Diadem.

Zhou Yi's eyes flickered. "This must be the Mystic Womb Fire."

What's even more amazing is that it has been refined to perfectly match your constitution.

"That way you might gain the ability that only Primordial Spirit like mine possesses—abstinence from grains."