Doctor Chen

Zheng Qing saw Su Shijun at the entrance to the 2D Laboratory.

At the time, the Senior Councilor of the Under the Moon Council was chatting with an illusory figure floating in midair. They spoke very quickly, and their tones were somewhat strange, with crackling sounds like electrical interference mixed in. Even with the island-wide translation array helping him, Zheng Qing still could not make out what they were talking about.

Yet compared with the content of their conversation, Zheng Qing was more interested in the illusory figure floating in the air.

At first, he thought it was a ghost.

As one of the five high-ranking races of the Under the Moon Council, and one of the most widespread and ancient Magical Lifeforms in the Wizarding World, ghosts were not uncommon on campus—among the bookshelves deep within Book Mountain Hall, on the windowsills at the ends of teaching-building corridors, and on that weed-choked hill in the rear gardens, perhaps burying the bones of thousands of wizards. All of those places bore traces of such Magical Lifeforms.

And the most distinctive feature of ghosts was their pearly, mist-like illusory bodies. Many elderly ghosts were also accompanied by ghostly green flames.

Just like the illusory figure speaking with Su Shijun—it too had an unreal body, with strings of glowing motes swirling around it. But unlike a ghost, its body was not pearly in color. Instead, it emitted a faint violet halo, like a three-dimensional projection. Upon closer inspection, the lights around it were merely turquoise glimmers, not ghost fire.

This wasn't a ghost, the young publicly funded student repeated his judgment inwardly.

Perhaps having heard his Mind Voice, Su Shijun, who had been chatting pleasantly, turned to glance at Zheng Qing and nodded slightly. Then she turned back to introduce him to