pertwk Chapter 467 Ghostly Light
Chapter 467 Ghostly Light
Chapter 467 Ghostly Light
This is Hagrid's third year as a professor, and with the experience of the previous two years, he is becoming more and more adept at teaching.
This time, the Moon-obsessed Beasts were a great start. No one was afraid or disgusted. The students gathered around the Moon-obsessed Beasts and exclaimed in various ways.
To be honest, the Moonfox's appearance is indeed very captivating. Its fluffy body is as white as snow, it has a neck almost as long as its body, and its big black eyes are gentle and bright.
The last time a creature was this popular in the class on protecting magical creatures was last year's unicorn.
Unlike unicorns, moonbeasts are more affectionate and don't discriminate against boys. Everyone gathered around watching them eat, a rare moment of relaxation in the stressful fifth grade.
"They're a group that recently moved to the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid said with a laugh. "It's a pity it's not nighttime, otherwise you might have seen the Moonfoxes' unique dance."
"Is that possible?"
"Like I said, they've just made their home here and aren't familiar with the Forbidden Forest yet," Hagrid said. "Only when they completely let their guard down and relax will the Moonfolk dance in the moonlight."
Thanks to these moon-obsessed creatures, Hagrid's first lesson on protecting magical creatures in fifth grade earned him many points in the students' eyes.
When the school bell rang in the distance, signaling the end of get out of class, they said goodbye to Hagrid and hurried off to their herbalism class.
"If only every professor were as understanding as Hagrid," Ron said cheerfully. "The classes are easy, and there's no homework—I wish there were more classes on protecting magical creatures every week."
"Then you'd better hope that the examiners at 0.WL are as reasonable as Hagrid," Hermione said calmly.
"It's not impossible," Ron said nonchalantly. He was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with Hermione.
The greenhouse door closest to them opened, and a group of fourth-grade students poured out, including Ginny.
"Hey!" she said cheerfully as she walked by. A few seconds later, Luna Lovegood also came out, walking at the very back of the crowd, her eyes fixed on Siron.
Finally, she simply stopped right in front of Xilun, looking him up and down with curiosity, as if he were a decorated Christmas tree.
"Um—hello, Luna." Cyril instinctively wiped her face, then whispered to Harry, "Look, is there something on my face?"
"There's nothing there," Harry said.
"You're different from before the holiday." Luna finally spoke up, and as she turned her head, her pair of orange-red, radish-like earrings swayed.
"Ah, I have indeed grown taller during this holiday," Celen said. Fifteen is also the age when you grow the fastest, so there's nothing strange about that.
But Luna shook her head.
No, I wasn't talking about height.
"What is that?"
"You're brighter than before," Luna said, her double-lidded eyes seeming to bulge with excitement.
"What?" Xilun thought he had misheard.
"It's a swarm of ghostly lights," Luna's voice rose. "They're flying in from all directions, offering you their lanterns."
Then she stood on tiptoe and pointed to the sky on her left.
"Look, another Spectral Light is coming this way—it's amazing! I'm going to tell Dad that I found a Spectral Light. It's even rarer than a Curved-Horned Beast."
Luna skipped away, waving her arms lightly on the grass, as if interacting with something unseen.
"So—what is Ghostlight?" Ron asked, blinking.
"It sounds like some kind of elf carrying a lantern," Harry said. "Maybe it's one of those little goblins we saw at the Quidditch World Cup, remember? They carried a lantern."
"But there aren't any goblins here either." Ron looked up in the direction Luna had left.
Nothing was right in the gloomy sky, oh no, there was an owl.
Just as Ron looked up, an owl appeared from behind the castle, swiftly landing on Siron's shoulder. A roll of parchment was visible on its claws, clearly a messenger.
"Could 'Ghostlight' refer to an owl?" Ron looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, and then the two of them looked at Hermione at the same time, as if on cue.
"Don't ask me, I don't know," Hermione said.
"There's something you don't know?!" Ron stared in surprise.
"Because there's no such thing as a Spectral Light in this world!" Hermione said impatiently. "There's no record of it in any books, and neither do any of those Curved-Horned Beasts or so-called Disturbance Flies!"
"But I felt she was pretty serious," Harry said thoughtfully. He recalled Luna's expression earlier; that look of surprise didn't seem faked. She seemed to have really seen something.
"If you knew her, it wouldn't seem strange," Hermione said.
"I know her. Luna Lovegood, Celion's dance partner at last year's Christmas ball."
“That’s not how I see it.” Hermione raised her voice slightly. “Ginny mentioned Luna to me, saying that she always believes things that have no basis in reality.”
"Youmang? Tsk! I knew it. With her father running 'Singing the Divergent,' how good could she be?"
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While the group was talking, Xilun had already taken the letter from the owl's claws.
It was a letter written in French, which Siron couldn't understand at all, but judging from the brown hair and bag of gallons that were attached to it, he could probably guess what it contained.
"Is it someone else asking you to make wands?" Harry leaned over and asked.
Recently, messengers like owls or seagulls have been frequently visiting Xilun, and they've gotten used to it.
Who would have thought that after the Triwizard Tournament ended, Xilun's profession would become more famous than his identity as a warrior?
“Yeah,” Celen said. “It’s such a hassle. After class, I’ll have to find another owl to take these things back.”
"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Didn't this person already pay?"
He was referring to the bag, which jingled incessantly with the slightest movement, clearly filled with gold coins.
"It has nothing to do with that," Siren explained. "It's too vague. There's no identity whatsoever. Just sending a strand of hair is not something I would make a wand for a wizard who's hiding his identity. Who knows if he's a dark wizard?"
"Why didn't you return those before?" Hermione asked, leaning over at this moment.
"Because they all have letters of recommendation from Ms. Maxim," Siren explained.
Suddenly he paused, looking down at the letter in his hand, which was entirely in French.
Wait a minute, could the ghostly light that Luna just mentioned be related to the wands he made?
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