Melee wizards at Hogwarts

The story, as Ms. Gray said, is a bit long and a bit dangerous.

But in a simple summary, Rowena Ravenclaw herself did not recognize Helena, thinking that she was "ordinary and arrogant, unable to bear this important task", and refused to hand over her treasure trove to her, but Godry However, for some reason, Gryffindor secretly handed over to her the clues to the secret order that opened the test.

As for the reason? We can probably only guess from Helena Ravenclaw's mother's surname.

"Ms. Gray, is it too late for me to say that I haven't heard it?"

Sitting on the window sill of the sunny side of Gryffindor Tower, Parsifal rubbed his forehead with a headache. He really didn't expect that Ravenclaw's treasure trove would involve such a complicated history.

"When the password is spoken, the Ravenclaw phantom has found you."

Ms. Gray raised her eyebrows and said disdainfully.

"It is hidden deep between the intersection of life and death, traveling through the dark void of the night, singing a melody that cannot be tolerated under the sun, waiting for the judgment from the fearless coward. When it finally touches you, you already don't know what it is. trace."

Parsifal recited the password that Ms. Gray gave him just now. Within the scope of Hogwarts, words are magical. Once exported, it means the beginning of the test. But anyway, he already said it just now, and it won't make any difference if he reads it again.

"If I hadn't known that this was a legacy from Ravenclaw, I would have thought I was in Lovecroft's world."

Parsifal was really confused about this enigmatic line.

"The crown represents weapons, and the treasure trove connects to the truth, that's what he told me at the time. But this is indeed her usual style, being mysterious and never showing mercy to those who are not smart enough. You have one year to unravel her legacy. Solve the puzzle, otherwise, you will die."

There was a hint of nostalgia in Ms. Gray's eyes. At this time, her body had returned to its transparent state, but he didn't know if it was an illusion. Parsifal felt that she was much more condensed than before.

"And, it's already here."

Pointing to the depths of the passage, Ms. Gray showed a trace of solemnity on her face.

But even if she didn't remind him, Parsifal had already felt it. He could feel that an extremely cold will was watching here. He turned his head with difficulty. At the end of the passage, there was a tall woman wearing an eagle-shaped silver crown and a sky blue Byzantine dress with complicated patterns.

Although this woman was as beautiful as humanly possible, with sapphire-like pupils, mutton-fat jade-like fair skin, and facial features that were almost unlike those of a mortal, Parsifal could not even feel the slightest bit of yearning for him, because Her eyes and aura are absolutely rational, absolutely decisive, stern and unreasonable.

"It is hidden deep between the intersection of life and death, traveling through the dark void of the night, singing a melody that cannot be tolerated under the sun, waiting for the judgment from the fearless coward."

Like a soprano singing an aria in an opera, the woman's apparition repeated the riddle, but the voice sounded directly in Parsifal's mind.

"I'm looking forward to it."

It was only then that the phantom finally disappeared and the huge pressure disappeared.

"Ha, ha." Parsifal bent down and gasped vigorously.

"Who are you? Parsifal? Why are you here? There will be classes soon." A curious boy's voice sounded. Parsifal looked up and saw that it was the thin black man with eyes he had seen. Hair boy.

"Harry, come on, we're going to be late. Now is not the time to say hello."

Next to him was an equally familiar red-haired boy. He ran over anxiously, grabbed Parsifal, and took him running in the corridor.

"What time is it now? And who are you?"

Parsifal suddenly realized a question and asked quickly.

"One forty-five! There are still fifteen minutes until Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class! My name is Harry, Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley."

Harry, the black-haired boy, answered as he ran, but accidentally got his foot stuck on the spiral staircase.

"Come on, Harry, these damn stairs! You're Parsifal Williams, we met during the Sorting Ceremony!"

Red-haired Ron hurriedly pulled Harry out of the stairs, but judging from their appearance, they seemed to be unfamiliar with the way here.

"Stop, we will definitely be late if we do this. Stretch over here, I have an idea."

Parsifal finally recalled that the two of them were almost late for the first class and were threatened by Professor McGonagall to turn them into tables or maps. But since he is here, this situation cannot happen again.

Harry and Ron handed over their hands doubtfully, as they were impressed by Parsifal's abilities.

"Perhaps he can use some magic spell to get there quickly?"

Harry secretly guessed, expecting Parsifal to take out his wand and perform a miracle. But unfortunately, he guessed the ending but not the beginning.

"viri fortis."

Parsifal moved slightly in his mouth, and silver light enveloped him, but this time there was no longer a red halo.

"By the way, are you afraid of heights?"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the two of them with one hand and jumped down from the steps of the fourth floor.

"Geronimo! (geroni, a word often shouted when skydiving or bungee jumping)"

Like a leap of faith in Assassin's Creed, he jumped.

…………

When Parsifal flew towards the Transfiguration classroom with the two lost lion cubs, Hermione, Neville, Hannah and others were already waiting quietly in the classroom.

"Hermione, have you seen Percy?"

Hannah quietly turned her head and asked Hermione sitting next to her, but Hermione just shook her head.

"Class starts in five minutes. This is the first class of school. If he is late, he will definitely get points deducted. He must not know how to use the spiral staircase. I should have looked for him if I had known. Have the boys seen him?”

Hermione had a look of anxiety on her face and turned to Seamus and Dean next to her.

"No, he had already left when we woke up this morning. Harry and Ron didn't come either. Do you want us to ask him for leave? But even Professor McGonagall didn't arrive."

Dean and Seamus looked at each other and shook their heads. Apart from the little wizards, there was only one silver-white tabby cat in the classroom.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, very fast footsteps were heard in the corridor, and outside the classroom, the ground shook suddenly.

"One fifty-eight, arriving on time."

Parsifal put down the two items held by his side and calmly took out his wand.

"Parsifal, promise me, next time you would rather deduct points than do this, okay?"

Harry, who was paralyzed on the ground, spoke with difficulty, while Ron, the other one, nodded repeatedly.

"Seriously, buddy, you're flying a little slow."