"What do you know?" Harry fixed Lockhart with a sharp gaze.
"Ooh, look at you. A few years apart, and now you've got quite the glare," Lockhart said with a grin, completely unbothered by Harry's gaze. "My current situation is rather unusual."
As he spoke, under Harry's utterly astonished gaze, a gray, translucent mass that looked like a ghost emerged from the top of Lockhart's head.
"What the hell!" Harry jumped, swearing. "What the hell is that?"
"Just what you see." Lockhart spread his hands. "Although my body hasn't completely died yet, it can no longer really bind my soul. But as I told you before, my soul is quite strong, so even if my body is dying, my soul won't dissipate.
"Well, if my friends don't make any new progress, when this body of mine finally kicks the bucket in a few years, I'll probably become a rather special sort of ghost. A bit like that Peeves at Hogwarts, though of course, I'll be a little more powerful."
"..." For a moment, Harry didn't know what to say.
Lockhart continued, "Because my current situation is rather unusual, I can see quite a lot more. I can also tell that your soul is different. Tsk, tsk, you've not only come into contact with deities, but more than one of them. Harry, Harry, you really do know how to have fun."
"You..." Harry was tongue-tied. He had indeed come into contact with more than one deity: the Black Man before, and the yellow monster afterward. But that wasn't what concerned him at the moment. Instead, another question occurred to him. "Ghosts can all see that?"
"Of course not." Lockhart curled his lip. "Why would you think I'm the same as an ordinary ghost? In fact, even if my condition isn't unique,