HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 68 The Words on the Wall

As October arrived, colds became prevalent.

Mrs. Pomfrey has been so busy lately that she's become particularly irritable.

Landric often thought about Lucius's diary, and his gaze fell on Ginny.

He had seen Ginny Weasley at the medical facility; she had recently caught a cold and was visibly weakened.

Landric wasn't sure whether it was because of a cold or because the remnant soul in the diary was absorbing Ginny's soul power.

He didn't care about Ginny Weasley.

If Voldemort's main soul can absorb remnant souls to revive, then by the same logic, remnant souls can also absorb other remnant souls, right?

When the power of the remnant soul surpasses that of the main soul, is the main soul still the main soul?

Landric's ideas were somewhat far-fetched, but it must be admitted that they were highly feasible.

Ravenclaw's crown, also a Horcrux, was in his hands, yet it lacked consciousness, which indirectly confirmed that his idea was correct.

In the days leading up to Halloween, Gryffindor students put in a lot of effort, training almost constantly.

Wood had been secretly observing Slytherin for several days. The conflict a few days ago made it possible for a war to break out between the two teams, which already had a bad relationship.

When Wood saw the seven brand-new Nimbus 2001s of Slytherin, his heart sank.

Looking at my equipment, I felt really tired. Is this the difference between a hardcore grinder and a whale?

They were already at a disadvantage from the start, which led to even more grueling training.

Halloween finally arrived, giving the two teams a much-needed break.

During these past few days, Landric has had some free time while Draco was training, so he and Hermione have been studying some new spells.

Except for the time agreed upon with Hermione, he spends all his other time in the Room of Requirement.

As he stayed up late night after night, Landric's face became noticeably paler.

"Finally... it's done," Landric breathed a sigh of relief.

He's really going to go crazy if he doesn't succeed soon.

The floating stones in front of him continuously provided Landric with magical power.

Landric struggled to stay upright, his weak yet rapid breathing a clear indication of his exhaustion.

Completely exhausted, Landric leaned against the wall and slowly slumped down.

I don't know how long I rested, but the dizziness in my head gradually disappeared, and the door to the Requirement Room quietly opened again.

The quiet of the night made things easier for Landric, at least greatly reducing the chances of him being discovered.

I don't want to go to the terrace tonight, I'm going back to the dorm! Going there too often makes me risk being spotted.

Landric walked slowly, supporting himself against the wall.

A piercing yet familiar sound reached his ears.

Landric suddenly felt an urge to turn around and leave.

This situation usually doesn't bring good news.

But this was the only road available, so Landric gritted his teeth and headed to the scene of the accident.

"What happened here?"

Well, Filch is here too.

He pushed through the crowd, making a sharp, explosive sound.

"My cat! Mrs. Lawrence! It's you!"

Filch's eyes swept fiercely over everyone present, with a focus on Harry.

Harry: No? Why are you locking onto me so precisely?

Landric silently took a step back.

Harry's nose twitched, completely ignoring Filch's roar at him. "Rand?"

Landric paused in his retreating steps, suddenly feeling an urge to pull out his wand and whack Harry a few times.

PS: I'm going to school now.