Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

So what does it feel like to meet someone who is a similar age and evenly matched?

Perhaps for ordinary people, such people are everywhere. But for minorities, such opportunities are few and far between.

If Tom were still alive, he would be an old man who looked similar to Dumbledore, but slightly younger. But the years have left no trace on his soul.

is anything.

Whether from the perspective of the appearance of his soul body or from his thinking, he is a complete teenager.

Although people have been frozen in the moment of death when they become ghosts, the soul does not have no memory. On the contrary, it not only has unique habits during life, but also likes to repeat the things that happened during life. However, no one has ever been able to prove that ghosts No Memory: The old professor from the History of Magic explained this well.

It wasn't that Professor Binns couldn't remember the students' names: of course, Clowney also believed that he didn't mean to mix up the students' names. But obviously, the names that occasionally jumped out of his mouth were indeed the names of current students.

Okay - although occasionally there are people who haven't heard of it. But he could tell who was who.

As for the Ravenclaw lady, she was even able to join in their research discussions.

In this way, isn't the soul another kind of eternal life?

She shook her head to get this inexplicable thought out of her head.

Poor Harry broke his hand playing Quidditch, and Lockhart is said to have used a spell no one has ever known to turn his bones away.

Fred and George secretly memorized this spell and used it on deboning food...

"What's the difference between a chicken leg and a hand?" George shrugged, "For a chicken, it can be a hand or a foot. So who knows that this spell can work on people but not chickens~"

Fred conveniently removed the chicken leg bones from the plate of the person at the next table: "This would be really useful - if I didn't think of Harry's plight every time I use this spell."

But this spell seems to have other uses - if it can be further corrected. No matter which internal organ of the body it is, it will become extremely fragile if it loses the protection of bones. Hexes are always dangerous, and even a seemingly amusing little hex can turn into a harmful form of torture if it is slightly redirected.

She didn't expect that she would focus on these issues again.

"Are you okay, Lawney?" George waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Why do you feel like you're absent-minded?"

"The bone spirit is in pain -" Clooney did not answer her question, but instead turned the topic back to the victim, "It seems that he has not slept all night?"

When they agreed to sneak out to see Harry tonight, Madam Pomfrey didn't want anyone to disturb the patient. Especially when the patient was feeling so bad: she had kicked off the Gryffindor Quidditch team this afternoon.

When she returned to the dormitory, the notebook had changed its position again, from the upper right side of the desk to the middle right side of the book. Mr. Black was staring at it disapprovingly.

"Hey, sir." She suddenly rushed forward and startled him, "This is not for sharpening your claws."

Mr. Black scratched the notebook twice with his claws, startling her. When she hurriedly rescued the notebook from the cat's claws, there were already two gray-brown plum blossom marks on it.

But fortunately the cover was not damaged at all.

"Speaking of the soul...Tom." Clowney opened the notebook and mentioned other things that Mr. Diary was interested in, "I have been wondering for a long time. If the soul can think, why did the great people not choose to leave their souls?" Instead, choose to leave the "aura" and use it to make a "portrait"? "

"Because they are stupid." Diary replied.

"That's not the case, my question is serious... I mean, if the soul can think like a normal person and does not age with the passage of time, isn't this the best state to preserve people's energy? If you want to continue exploring, why doesn’t anyone choose to stay in the human world as a soul?”

"Are you interested in this?" The words on the diary were even more frantic. "What do you think? Why has no one done such a thing?"

"Because death and becoming a soul require certain conditions." She replied, "But these conditions are unknown..."

"Because the soul is a type of energy." Tom replied, "It was mentioned in the third volume of "Soul and Death"."

"The soul is not immortal. Its mode of action is thinking. Thinking is turned into energy, and energy is gathered together because of thinking. After death, you can no longer accumulate magic power and become a medium for magic power. This is a very novel thing. experience.”

"And energy loses over time and other uses, and can't be replenished. But people are different."

"Once the energy supporting thinking reaches its limit, thinking will disappear. In the end, it will become a pile of energy without any thoughts." Tom said, "This is more disgusting than the lowest insect. Because of this They can neither go to the afterlife nor return to their original selves.”

"What about Professor Binns?" she asked.

"Isn't he getting worse every year?"

"But after all, so many years have passed." Clooney thought for a while, "If a person can have such a long time, he can become a master no matter what he does."

"It's a pity that he never used his resources." Tom replied, "If he could convert the knowledge in his head into words, many analyzes and events would not remain in his memory alone."

"I didn't expect you to be the type to listen to History of Magic."

"I am indeed not." Diary replied, "but it does not prevent me from analyzing."

"This is what fools don't understand." He said, "It's too noisy. There are so many idiots in this world who don't know how to use their talents and how to protect their abilities from being swallowed up by time. Don't you think Don’t you think so?”

"But that's because of human nature."

"There's also the issue of education."

"So people need to be purged: partly purged, partly disciplined, partly captive. Most importantly, they have to be for me."

"Serve us. Clowney."

"If we can't get what we want directly in the most convenient and fastest way, then what's the point of existence?"