There were ghosts in the Wizarding World. Zheng Qing knew that very well.
After spending more than half a year at First University, Zheng Qing had seen quite a few ghostly creatures of all kinds—ghosts, zombies, Vampires, Werewolves, and so on. But he had never truly seen anything like the shadowy ghosts from the horror movies of his childhood. After all, this was one of the most civilized places in the Wizarding World, with few places for such strange things to hide.
But now, it seemed he had such an opportunity.
The black shadow reflected on the bed curtain appeared to be beast-shaped. It had a head, four limbs, and vaguely, a tail.
It was nighttime, and the Firefly Beetles' light had never been even to begin with. On top of that, wind blew outside the window, and thin, chilly drafts slipped through the cracks, making the curtain sway slightly and rendering the shadow even more distorted. Most importantly, the shadow was very clear. Even against the dark-colored curtain, its shape was sharply reflected.
A twisted head, a twisted body, twisted limbs, a twisted tail—the entire twisted black shadow made Zheng Qing's expression twist along with it.
His eyes went wide. He pointed at the shadow, his mouth half-open as he hissed and sucked in cold air.
Professor Yao, who had been reprimanding the young scholarship student, easily noticed the boy's abnormal behavior. He did not think Zheng Qing was joking with him, but neither did he believe Zheng Qing had truly seen anything frightening. At most, the boy was scaring himself.
This was First University. This was the Dean's Office of Jiuyou Academy, and he was the dean of Jiuyou Academy, one of the Wizarding World's top Archwizards. What Demon or Monster would dare jump around before him? Were