From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

"I hope there are no mistakes in your plan." Sivan looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes and said deeply. "If there is any slight mistake, our situation will take a turn for the worse and fall into an irreparable situation."

"I know, so we have to seek the advice of another person to help us check for leaks and fill in the gaps." Dumbledore said.

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Faguo, Paris 3rd arrondissement, rue Montmorency.

Flamel's safe house.

"I can't find Tom Riddle's location." Flamel frowned and looked at the crystal ball placed on the workbench and said doubtfully.

In Flamel's crystal ball, which used to be perfect for divination, now you can only see a black fog that blocks all sight, and you can't find anything useful in it at all.

"Maybe Death is also wary of us, so he used his own power to cover Riddle's traces." Dumbledore frowned and said solemnly. "Or maybe after several years of recovery, the power of the God of Death has returned to its peak state. Even a little bit borrowed can cause a stronger shielding effect than the unplottable curse and the avoidance curse."

"But if we can't even discover Riddle's location, how can this plan proceed?" Xiven asked anxiously. "Can't Grindelwald foresee the future? Can he find Riddle's location?"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to find Tom with his precognitive ability." Dumbledore slowly shook his head and said to Sivan. "Gellert's talent for foreseeing the future, although sometimes seemingly miraculous, is usually not freely controllable."

"Five years ago, I used a method similar to the Three Card Monte game in the Muggle world to deceive Grindelwald's precognitive ability. It was based on his inability to accurately predict macroscopic predictions into tiny details. I wanted to find out through Gellert. Riddle may just have to try his luck."

Sivan couldn't help but shook his head when he heard Dumbledore's explanation.

"Of course we can't pin our life and death on luck." He shook his head and directly rejected the option of trying luck.

"Do you have any other methods?" Dumbledore looked at Sivan and asked.

A figure with silver hair suddenly appeared in his mind, and Xiwen was stunned for a moment.

"I seem to know someone whose prophecy ability seems to be even stronger." He said softly. "I remember she said that her eyes were a pair of heavenly eyes."

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Crossing the golden halo of the dimension door, Sivan stood on the Ravenclaw tower.

On the top floor of Ravenclaw Tower is a heavy wooden door with an eagle-shaped bronze knocker.

Xiwen walked slowly to the door and looked at the bronze door knocker in the shape of a goshawk. His memory seemed to go back to five years ago——

At that time, he stood in front of the Ravenclaw common room just like today, thinking about sneaking in when other Ravenclaws came out for morning reading, so that he could bypass the password.

But the eagle-shaped door knocker suddenly spoke and asked him in a low and mysterious voice: "What do you get when you fuse a woodpecker and a dove that knows the way?"

After Sivan answered the owl, the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened directly towards him, allowing him to become a Slytherin who had successfully sneaked into the Eagle Yard.

Now it is only the second time that Xiwen has come to this place, but he does not feel that it is strange, nor does he feel as uncomfortable as the first time. He even did not take off his green collar and tie, so generous Fangdi stood in front of the Ravenclaw common room.

The eagle-shaped door knocker spoke as expected and asked in a low and mysterious voice: "What is the nature of magic?"

Xiwen was stunned for a moment, surprised that the eagle-shaped door knocker asked this question. He had already prepared a lot of brain teasers to answer questions, but he didn't expect that it would actually discuss such a profound magical issue.

As it happened, he had just discussed this issue with his ancient teacher some time ago, and finally came to a conclusion that was very similar to the method defined by the Muggle world - "The essence of magic is that wizards The magical practice of exploring, adapting, and growing in the unknown.”

This conclusion was endorsed by the Ancient One, the former Sorcerer Supreme.

But Xiwen looked at the eagle-shaped door knocker in front of him, and suddenly he didn't want to tell it the answer. He just wanted to try what kind of answer was the correct answer.

"The essence of magic is a hymn of love and courage, and a dream to protect yourself and others." He said with a smile.

"That makes sense," said the eagle-shaped knocker.

Then, it lifted its ring, and the wooden door opened.

Looking at the door to the Ravenclaw common room that gradually opened, a happy smile appeared on Sivan's face.

In fact, there is no fixed answer to the nature of magic, or in other words, every self-justifying answer is correct and reasonable. What the eagle knocker wants is just an idea, not like the Muggles. To define the nature of magic.

Sivan walked briskly into the Ravenclaw common room, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar large circular room in front of him, feeling inexplicably emotional.

Five years later, he came to this lounge again. But the senior sister Miranda whom she came here to look for at that time has now graduated almost three years ago.

Blue and bronze silks hang on the wall in front of you, hanging softly by the window. The dome ceiling is painted with numerous and vivid stars, which seem to blink. The dark blue carpet below is also decorated with stars that are larger than those on the ceiling. The floor is lined with exquisite tables, chairs and bookshelves.

In the niche facing the door of the lounge stands a white marble statue. The statue is lifelike. Her beautiful, generous and stern face is somewhat similar to Helena. It is Rowena who has been away for many years. Ravenclaw.

Another marble statue of her still sits in the room reserved for Helena in the Room of Requirement, unable to move again without the Ravenclaw lady's soul. But in the eyes of the statue, all the stern expressions faded away, and what remained was only the deep love for Helena and the kindness of a mother.

Seeing her statue, Xiwen couldn't help but think that not only he himself had been busy with the threat of death in the past two years, but even Helena also participated in the battle after learning a lot of Kama Taj spells, focusing on rescuing those Ghosts controlled by death.

Flamel also developed a ghost magic weapon some time ago, allowing Helena to use the wand even in her soul body, greatly enhancing her combat effectiveness!

Looking past the statue of Ravenclaw, there are several arched windows standing on the high wall. The bright sunshine in the early morning shines in from outside. It is not dazzling but bright enough, unlike the dim and mysterious Slytherin lounge. The scene is in sharp contrast.

At this time, Sivan had just returned to Hogwarts from Flamel. It was not much later than the six-hundred-year-old man's wake-up time. The sky seemed very early, but many young wizards from Ravenclaw had already gotten up. Arriving at the common room, most of them held heavy tomes in their arms, and diligently started their morning reading.

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