Reborn at Hogwarts

"Alchemy, it's a gift from the devil, you shouldn't learn it...Look at yourself, and see what it has made of you!"

In the thick darkness, a woman's voice sounded faintly.

For some reason, this voice made Ivan feel an inexplicable familiarity.

Then, he heard a man sneer.

"Have you forgotten what you said yourself?" He said nonchalantly, "'Power itself is not scary, what is scary is its owner'... I think you don't want to say that alchemy changed me, but Did I reveal my true nature because of alchemy?"

It was Rowena Ravenclaw... Ivan immediately realized the identity of the woman who spoke before.

At this moment, light gradually appeared, and then washed away the darkness, illuminating Ivan's side.

The first thing Ivan saw was the man and woman standing in the middle of the room.

The man in the room, also wearing a hood and a black robe, turned his back to him, and Ivan couldn't see his appearance.

The woman turned her profile to him--a very beautiful but terrifyingly stern face.

It is exactly the same as the statue in the secret room.

Rowena Ravenclaw... so that man, her husband, Lady Gray's father?

Ivan thought to himself.

He really wanted to get close to see what this guy looked like, but his attention was immediately attracted by the conversation between the two.

"You're right." Rowena Ravenclaw was silent for a moment after hearing the man's sarcasm, and then nodded in agreement, "It's not about alchemy, it's about you... you are such a person. "

After saying this, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had finally said what was hidden in her heart.

The man shrugged disapprovingly.

"It's good that you understand." He said lightly, then raised his finger and pointed to his feet, "Put in the Philosopher's Stone."

He stepped back two steps to the side, revealing what had been trampled on before.

It was an extremely profound and complex alchemy ritual array, and the paint used to paint it was bright red, flowing slowly like fresh blood, emitting a strange light.

It seems...a bit familiar?

Ivan looked at the alchemy formation in astonishment.

Isn't this the technique used by Paracelsus and Grindelwald?

It is exactly the same from the inside to the outside, the only difference is that the center of the formation is empty, without the sage's stone as the core.

So, this alchemy ritual that can connect the kingdom of the dead was not created by Paracelsus?

Ivan started to have a headache again.

This is great, there are more and more holes, is there a way to fill them in in the future?

...

At this moment, Rowena Ravenclaw had already obeyed the man's words, and approached the formation, hesitated for a moment, and immediately took out a crimson stone.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Ivan's heart moved slightly, "Wait, why is it kept on Ravenclaw's body and not carried by that man himself? Obviously he is the alchemist who refined the Philosopher's Stone magician."

Looking at the man who hid his face in the hood, Ivan became more and more curious about his real face, and couldn't help but move forward.

Unfortunately, the Philosopher's Stone was placed in the center of the formation by Ravenclaw at this time, and the man turned around eagerly, avoiding Ivan's sight.

"..."

Ivan regained his composure, then continued to change direction and approached the man in black.

At this moment, it seemed that something went wrong in the ceremony, Rowena Ravenclaw called the man again, and the latter looked over impatiently.

He avoided Ivan's inspection again.

"..."

Ivan suddenly felt "being tricked".

Why does this guy seem to be able to see me?

He looked around, paused for a moment, and then rushed up again suddenly.

This time... the man didn't turn around again.

Ivan got his wish and saw the appearance of the man.

He even saw the man raised his eyebrows at him, showing a half-smile expression.

Ivan's breathing stopped.

What appeared in front of him... was clearly his own face!

The next moment, his eyes went black again, and when the light came on, he had already returned to the secret room.

Lady Gray...no, Helena Ravenclaw, was floating in front of him, watching him silently.

After Ivan regained consciousness, he threw the diary on the ground like a conditioned reflex.

The exquisite diary fell on the wet ground, and the spread paper was stained with water.

Ivan stood there blankly. After a long time, he turned his head to look at Helena Ravenclaw and asked:

"who is he?"

After a pause, he asked again:

"who I am?"

These two questions sounded a little headless, but Helena Ravenclaw understood.

She looked at Ivan with complicated eyes.

"He is Geralt Vesemir...my father, a brilliant alchemist."

Vesemir?

Vesemir!

Ivan shook his head in a daze: "You mean, there might be a blood relationship between the two of us?"

"According to the Muggles, this relationship may have faded into nothingness after thousands of years." Helena Ravenclaw said, she leaned over to pick up the diary, and the diary was already soaked. Pressed on the pages of the book to make it more even, "But...you are right. My father is your ancestor."

This is really a... unexpected surprise?

Ivan smiled wryly.

It's really not a good thing to be involved in this kind of kinship.

He suddenly remembered something, and his face changed slightly.

"May I ask..." He looked at Helena Ravenclaw, "Your parents should only have you as a child, right?"

"Yes." Helena understood what Ivan meant, nodded and said, "After my father disappeared, my mother changed her surname back to Ravenclaw... As for the appearance of the Vesemir family, It should be that the father later married someone else and had children."

There was a hint of sadness in the tone, but the emotion called "hatred" was more obvious.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it's not a direct descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw... this kind of status is the most prone to accidents.

He immediately thought of one thing.

"Ms. Gray... so, what you whispered in my ear before my first-year sorting ceremony..."

"It's a game my father and I often play." Helena Ravenclaw said lightly, "When I was young, he would hide snacks and let me find them. After I found them, I could eat them secretly without telling my mother... …Back then, he always kept his snacks in his left pocket.

"The first time I saw you in the team, I guessed your identity, because I kind of... missed him, so I couldn't control myself. I'm sorry."

Thank you for your support in the single chapter before, and this book has decided to cut it off. Having said that, after making this decision, the writing became more and more casual...