A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 135 Crowns and Questions

Helena looked away a little guilty. "Almost 50 years ago, I was coaxed by a student into telling him where the tiara was hidden."

Felix added on the side: "As far as I know, Voldemort, oh, this is the name he changed later, Voldemort is really good at manipulating people's hearts, and more importantly, he has great ambitions, making more than one soul device."

As for how evil Voldemort was and what he did in the wizarding world, it didn't matter at all to Rowena Ravenclaw.

He took the tattered diary from the ring and handed it to Madam Ravenclaw.

She stroked the neat scorched marks on the diary, "Diemerfyre Curse, a very clever Diefiend Curse." She didn't say anything about black magic. There are not many people.

"I also see traces of my magic..." Ms. Ravenclaw looked up at him.

With a move in his heart, Felix provided key information: "Voldemort is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he has received Slytherin's magical inheritance."

"Is that so? I did exchange memory magic with Salazar..." Ravenclaw whispered.

At this moment, Felix suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He took out Lockhart's magical manuscripts and said tentatively: "These manuscripts come from a professor who graduated from Ravenclaw College. inherited--"

Ravenclaw took it over and glanced at it casually, "It's mine. Although it has been transcribed, who is this person? How could he be recruited into the school as a professor? His annotations are full of all kinds of lame mistakes and delusional."

"He has already paid the price," Felix said briefly. He didn't want to waste any time introducing what Lockhart had done. Helena's light became stronger and stronger. "You remember to put these materials in Where is it?" Felix asked.

Ravenclaw glanced at him: "It should be in the bookcase in the lounge. I have set up some secret magic, waiting for future generations to discover..."

Speaking of this, she waved the manuscript with some doubts: "Is that really a Ravenclaw student? My magic won't last long, will it fail? But I set it to automatically absorb Hogwarts overflow. Dispersed magic power..."

This lady was less intimidating than she seemed when she was talking about magic, Felix thought.

He looked at the diadem: "Ms. Ravenclaw, if you don't mind, I have to take it and find a chance to destroy it."

"With your Fiercefire spell?" asked Madam Ravenclaw.

"It works."

"But the diadem will be completely destroyed." Ms. Ravenclaw glanced at the big hole in the diary with distaste, and thought for a while, "Let me do it." She stretched out her hand, let the diadem float in front of her, and looked at it carefully for a moment , toss it out.

In the pure white space, the magic power continued to surge, forming dots of colorful light. These lights converged behind Ms. Ravenclaw like a galaxy.

"Go," said Ms. Ravenclaw, and the starlight roared past like a tide, forming an exaggerated magical vortex in midair, and swallowing the diadem.

In the vortex, an ice-blue and a bronze-colored magical power began to hover continuously, tearing at the crown, strands of black air overflowed from the crown, and then was crushed by the surrounding magical power.

A shrill voice sounded, but Ms. Ravenclaw pointed, and the voice disappeared immediately.

"This is?" Felix asked in amazement. If he read correctly, this kind of brutality was——

"I borrowed the magic power of the castle to form a vortex, pulling out the souls inside and grinding them up little by little," Ravenclaw said flatly.

Felix: "..." It's amazing to have magical powers.

He said euphemistically, "Won't this damage your crown?" He was interested in researching a crown that could give people wisdom, but his original plan was to talk about it after the Horcrux was dealt with without injury.

"It has been destroyed, the evil spirits have sullied the whole wisdom of the diadem, I just don't want to damage its material," Ms. Ravenclaw said.

Felix looked at the crown continuously emitting black smoke in mid-air, and remained silent.

Helena, who had been holding Ms. Ravenclaw's arm all the time, said, "Felix, don't you have a lot of problems that you don't know how to solve? There is a master of magic here." She blinked at Felix and made a gesture. One mouthful: 'You're welcome. '

Ravenclaw smiled and watched the interaction between Helena and Felix, "If you have any questions, just ask, there may not be much time." She looked at Helena, the light on her body could no longer hide .

Once Helena is free, her mission is complete.

After all, she is just a memory.

Madam Ravenclaw held Helena's hand behind her back, trying to delay the process, and Helena flashed her a beautiful smile.

Time is limited, and Felix is ​​not trying to shirk, so he hastened to ask what he cares about the most——

"My first question, Ms. Ravenclaw: What is memory?"

Ravenclaw looked at him. "You are your memory. Except for a thin layer of 'this moment,' everything in our lives is memory."

Felix said solemnly: "So, whether it is a human being, a soul, or an animal, the most important thing is memory?"

Ravenclaw noncommittal: "So what do you think of 'this moment'? Is it the result of the past, or the beginning of the future?"

This question made Felix scratch his head a bit, he wanted to ask about magic, not philosophy.

He expressed his thoughts: "From my point of view, 'this moment' is something I can absolutely grasp, it is my right, it is the embodiment of my will. Or to put it simply - 'this moment' is a 'choice'."

The past cannot be traced, and the future can still be expected, and the key to all of this is to grasp the 'now'.

Ravenclaw nodded and smiled, neither agreeing nor refuting.

Felix waited for a while, and seeing that she didn't speak, he simply asked what he cared most about: "Ma'am, I want to inject a fictional memory into the Patronus, but there is a fierce conflict between the two. I want to transfer part of my consciousness to the Patronus..."

He waved his wand, and his Patronus flew out.

Madam Ravenclaw smiled and waved, letting the silver swift land on her hand.

Felix gave up his manipulation of the Patronus, knowing that Ms. Ravenclaw was going to show him.

She ran her fingers over its feathers, and the swift chirped.

"You need to retrieve the memory correctly," she says cogently. "Imagine grabbing a specific bird from an aviary full of birds. It might seem difficult, but if every bird had a Rope, you just pull the thread outside the birdhouse and it's all done with ease."

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