HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

But Jian Yu was a strong-willed Chinese woman throughout her life.

She never gives up easily.

So she came here again carrying a crucible filled with mud from the Black Lake.

He lit three branches and inserted them into the crucible.

These branches come from the sandalwood seedlings in Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

As she performed a series of actions, Myrtle cried shrilly in the toilet:

"It's not enough to tease me, now you want to invade my bathroom--"

"I'm dead, and you won't let me go——"

But as the branches burned, a calm, mellow, melodious woody aroma filled the bathroom.

Myrtle gradually calmed down, and her face, which was originally distorted with pain, showed an intoxicated and calm expression.

Seeing her reaction, Jian Yu secretly gave a thumbs up to the ancestor in his heart.

This is an oriental secret technique that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is certainly no problem to deal with a tiny ghost!

She placed a small bottle of beauty potion in front of three sandalwood branches.

The branches gradually burned out, leaving only a small patch of black ash on the ground.

......

Myrtle has been in this women's restroom for 49 years.

She has been terrorizing anyone who comes to the bathroom ever since she was killed by a pair of scary-sized yellow eyes.

She had been bullied and hated those who had played tricks on her, so she would constantly lose her temper at her students, screaming and pouring dirty toilet water on everyone who used the toilet.

But the people who came here this time seemed different.

The girl named Yu Jian was not scared away by her own crying. Instead, she started to make some strange movements.

Put the twig in the cauldron. What kind of potion is this?

Is that what her Potions professor taught her?

Why did she start burning branches?

Is this the new way students brew potions 49 years later?

Myrtle felt that the entire bathroom was filled with smoky air because of Jian Yu, and she couldn't help but start crying about her atrocities in polluting the air.

But as she cried, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

This smell... seems to be somewhat comfortable...

It's like returning to my mother's arms...

I really want to sit cross-legged with my hands clasped together...

She felt her whole soul calm down, and all the anger and sadness left her.

Suddenly, a small silver bottle fell into her hand.

"Beauty potion?"

Myrtle read the label on the bottle suspiciously.

......

The news that Myrtle no longer had acne spread quickly among the ghosts.

This caused an uproar.

As we all know, the appearance of a ghost depends on what happened to them before and after they died, and it does not change after death.

But Myrtle broke the rules.

All the ghosts came to this bathroom.

This was the first time that Myrtle experienced the feeling of being the center of attention. She could even use the power of the Bloody Barrow to keep Peeves away who was teasing her!

She was extremely grateful to Jian Yu, so she promoted Jian Yu's oriental secret techniques in a boastful tone.

When Jian Yu came to the bathroom to make potion again, he saw Myrtle surrounded by a group of ghosts.

Among them are the Bloody Baron, Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar... and even Professor Binns, who teaches the History of Magic.

And some ghosts she didn't recognize and couldn't name.

They were crowded into this tiny girls' bathroom, taking up the already limited space.

She was not familiar with the ghosts of other houses, but she recognized the Bloody Baron from Slytherin.

This ghost, who usually has hollow eyes, thin cheeks, and silver blood on his body, is now quickly passing through a small pile of black ash on the ground to create some air flow and let its fragrance be more strongly transmitted to the nose.

——That is the ashes left over from burning sandalwood branches!

The other ghosts were taking turns lying on the ground, their nostrils flaring, sniffing the black ashes in an obsessive manner.

“What a lovely smell!”

"My body and my mind are all purified!"

“It’s like going back to the time when I was alive!”

The ghosts covered their chests and sighed with an intoxicated look.

At this time, Nearly Headless Nick discovered her.

"Hello--Miss Jane!"

The Gryffindor ghost was completely unaware that there was a Slytherin student in front of him. He threw away his usual reservedness and rushed forward excitedly to greet her, almost losing his head due to inertia.

All the ghosts stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to her in unison.

As if a leader was coming for an inspection, every ghost rushed up to greet her. Their usually gloomy and heavy expressions became lively and excited, and even the Bloody Baron's empty eyes were bright.

Then they pushed and shoved each other and sent out the fat monk, who was recognized as the most kind and gentle among them, as a representative to communicate with Jian Yu.

The Hufflepuff ghost showed the friendliest and kindest smile in his ghost life, his eyes full of expectation:

"Miss Jane, we have an unwelcome request."

"We ghosts are often troubled by some obsessions after death, and your secret technique seems to be able to bring us a brief peace."

"Can you use that secret technique to fulfill our little wish?"

Jian Yu agreed readily, set up the crucible again, inserted and lit three sandalwood branches.

The ghosts sat on the ground, crossed their legs, and sniffed the scent of sandalwood eagerly.

They felt a surge of great power surging into their bodies!

Comfort, tranquility, relaxation...

It soothed the pain in my heart that had lasted for a long time...

How peaceful, just like a long sleep before death...

Jian Yu looked at the ghosts with eyes full of pity.

She thought for a moment, took out the steaks packed from the hall and placed them in front of the cauldron. They were originally a special meal for Fluffy who was sent to the Forbidden Forest, but looking at the pitiful appearance of these ghosts, she felt a little sorry for them.

It's so pitiful. They have lived a miserable life for hundreds of years with no incense, no food, and no money.

A few silvery-white steaks suddenly fell into the fat monk's hands.

As a Hufflepuff, he was particularly aware of the value of the steak. He took a bite immediately, chewed it carefully, and shed tears:

"It's beef tenderloin! The meat is tender and smooth, with a delicate taste—"

He was about to take the second bite when his hand suddenly felt empty, his upper and lower teeth collided with each other, and he bit into the air.

"Wait, no, what are you going to do?"

The eyes of his usually polite ghost friends turned silver-white and they gave him a hideous smile.

The ghosts rushed forward and began to snatch the steaks, which gradually turned into a melee with fists and legs flying.

"Eating alone is not a good habit!"

Nearly Headless Nick yelled, shaking his head to headbutt another ghost, snatched the steak from his hand and put it in his mouth, but the Bloody Baron flew up behind him invisibly and snatched it away.

The fat monk realized that the meat in his mouth was gone. Even the gentle old man changed his expression and said angrily:

“Give me back my steak!”

His chubby body immediately rolled over and joined the melee.

Jian Yu was stunned.

Until the sandalwood burned out, the ghosts tidied their messy clothes and hair and returned to their gloomy and deep appearance.

Nearly Headless Nick said with infinite sorrow:

"Happiness is always short-lived, but pain is always there."

But Professor Binns, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke:

"I'm going to tell Dumbledore," he began in a decisive tone. Jane Yu had never heard him speak so fast in the History of Magic class. "My salary for teaching - all of this money can be paid to Jane Yu in exchange for this oriental secret technique."

The ghosts looked at him in amazement.

"But, my friend, did Dumbledore still pay you Galleons after you became a ghost?"

a ghost asked him.

Professor Binns was stunned.

"I want my salary!"

He spoke in annoyance.