A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 70 Memory
Finally, the semester was over, and the little wizards lined up to take the train home, and Hogwarts was mostly empty for a while.

The silence like a snowy morning completely enveloped the entire castle.

Felix walked in the castle, and occasionally met a little wizard, but he didn't feel dull at all, but felt very peaceful.

He picked a remote place near the frozen Black Lake, used magic to conjure a rocking chair, and lay on it comfortably.He snapped his fingers lightly, and a cloud of bright blue flames floated above his head.

Felix took out a book from the ring and read it with interest.

What he had in his hand was the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume [-])". Later generations sorted out the materials left by Rowena Ravenclaw, and divided the content into twelve full volumes according to different categories.

The second volume is Ravenclaw's daily essays, which do not involve specific magical knowledge. From his point of view, it is filled with a lot of nonsense, poetry-like nonsense.

Take a random paragraph--

The stone turned into a bird, chirping.Across the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red plains.

Felix: "..." It was difficult to understand Ms. Ravenclaw's state of mind at that time.

Felix is ​​also right that when Ravenclaw was young, he was educated by a noble lady, had a deep family background, and had a special preference for poetry.

But were there any famous poets of that era?
Felix scratched his head a little. He knew that the four founders of Hogwarts were active in the Middle Ages, but it seemed that the poems of that period were inseparable from the category of religious hymns.

He read on—

The river said to me, O Creator, you have given me mind, but you have not given me body.One day, I will merge into the ocean.

Felix: "..."

Thinking about it carefully, it is quite artistic, at least it reads inscrutable.

He didn't waste his time thinking about the trivial words and important meanings in it, but quickly browsed the above text like swallowing a jujube.In less than half an hour, he flipped to the end.

"Tsk!" Felix smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

Could it be that someone who has no literary appreciation ability is not worthy of studying magic?

He simply lay on the chair, looked at the snow-covered lake in the distance, and recalled the knowledge he had gained from the diary in the past few days.With his vision, he can completely tell which part is more useful to him. Although the diary hides him in every possible way, and even tries to convey wrong information, but no matter what, what he is facing is that he has not yet left school and still has problems in all aspects. A very immature reserve Dark Lord.

In this regard, Voldemort is somewhat similar to his former self. They all rely on "external forces" to forcibly improve their ability in a single subject, so as to reach a level far beyond that of their peers.

But when it comes to the understanding and perception of magic, it is still too superficial.

If you have not reached a certain height, you will not have the corresponding experience.

Felix felt sorry for the fact that most wizards spent their entire lives learning other people's magic without any improvement.It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.

"Wait, I seem to have thought of something." Felix sat up abruptly, "Birds, rivers, creators, magic, consciousness..."

Felix quickly opened the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume [-])" and turned to one of the pages. He looked at the familiar text on it——

"The stone turned into a bird, chirping. Across the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red field."

Does it make sense to think of this little poem as a true record of Ravenclaw's own experience?
The first sentence is undoubtedly Transfiguration, and maybe Lady Rowena Ravenclaw just got into it one day and turned a stone into a beautiful bird.

What does the second sentence say?
Ravenclaw magically manipulated it to make sounds?Felix shook his head, referring to the content of the next two sentences. This legendary bird obviously flew a long distance and brought back a daisy flower.

This is not something Transfiguration can do.

Perhaps, Ravenclaw gave it some kind of "quality", like life, soul or something similar, so that it still maintains a certain autonomy after it is out of the scope of the spell.

He suddenly remembered part of the conversation he had with the Sorting Hat that day—

"The Sorting Hat, do you remember how you were born?" Felix asked it in his mind.

"Of course, oh, I'm impressed," it said cleverly, and then the dirty, battered hat sang in his consciousness.

"That was more than 1000 years ago,
I have just been woven into shape.

There were four famous wizards,

Sworn to bring up young wizards to greatness.

These four great wizards,

The talents and ideas that are valued vary.

It was Gryffindor who figured it out—

He took me off his head.

The Big Four have injected me with ideas,

From now on, I will choose and evaluate! "

……

After the Sorting Hat acquired the thoughts of the Big Four, it almost became an independent living entity.

How like the little bird that flew over mountains and lakes and brought back a daisy!
What is the key here?is autonomy.They all show a strong autonomy, just like real life, they can still make their own decisions and complete complex behaviors when they are out of the scope of magic.

How can this autonomy be achieved magically?
Excluding the fields of "life" and "soul" that he couldn't touch at all, Felix quickly thought of a way he could achieve - injecting memory.

He just got this part of knowledge from the diary.

Felix waved his wand, and a pebble the size of a palm flew in front of him, and then he tapped his wand lightly on the stone, and the stone quickly turned into a delicate and small swift.

But if you distinguish carefully, you will find that the eyes of this swift are very dull, like a puppet, and every move needs the guidance of a magic wand.

Next, Felix simulated a short memory of "Swift" in his mind, and he touched his forehead with his wand, pulling out a silvery, shimmering filament.

Felix incorporated this false memory into Swift's body, and relied on the knowledge the diary gave him to bring the two together.

He simplified this step as much as possible, just to verify the idea in his heart.

Under his gaze, Swift's eyes became very agile.Without his control, it flapped its wings and staggered into flight.

But in the next second, it fell headlong into the snow, leaving only two legs twitching continuously.

Felix pulled it out, and Swift hopped and trudged through the snow, looking like it was a sparrow looking for food in the snow—this was because the memory he constructed was too poor up.

But he stared intently at the little guy in front of him.

After about two or three minutes, wisps of silver mist overflowed from the swift's body—the imaginary memory dissipated.

It reverted to its dull state.

Felix flicked his wand, turning it back into a pebble, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)