A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 130: The Chamber of Ravenclaw

Chapter 130: The Chamber of Ravenclaw

Felix Harp continued pondering over the question well into the next day.

He had just returned from the Room of Requirement, that place where wishes came true. In this hidden chamber, he had attempted various methods to reconcile these two unrelated memories, but all his efforts had met with failure.

And so, Felix turned his attention to studying the Room of Requirement itself. He paced back and forth across from the tapestry of the 'Giant Club Bashes Simpleton Babanba' on the eighth floor, silently invoking various needs in his mind.

He had previously researched this enigmatic room, but always with his own needs in mind. Besides truly outlandish requests, most conventional and magically plausible demands were met.

Thus, he decided to approach the Room of Requirement from someone else's perspective.

Starting with a simple notion of 'hiding things,' he explored various possibilities, even bringing the professors into the mix.

For instance—

"I want to enter the place where Severus Snape hides things…"

Naturally, there was no response.

It seemed that Professor Snape during his student days did not have a habit of carrying contraband around, Felix thought with a hint of amusement.

Felix found delight in this 'game'—it gave him a sense of temporal dislocation, like conversing with a younger acquaintance. He tirelessly experimented, this time anchoring his thoughts on the headmaster of Hogwarts—

"The room where Albus Dumbledore hides things."

"The room where Albus Dumbledore practices magic."

"The luxurious bedroom Albus Dumbledore slept in."

"The lavatory Albus Dumbledore used."

Felix was about to move on to the next topic when, quite abruptly, a door materialized on the wall.

This double-door, ornately decorated with various golden reliefs and designs, appeared quite grand.

"What did I just say?" Felix momentarily puzzled, then promptly pushed the doors open and walked in.

Inside was an exceedingly opulent lavatory, adorned with a variety of exquisite and luxurious chamber pots.

Felix silently retreated.

He hesitated whether to continue, but at that moment, a commotion sounded nearby. In his line of sight, Terry Boot appeared around the corner, dragging a box.

The box emitted a tinkling sound of clinking glass, quite distinct in the corridor.

Terry wasn't adorned with those mysterious trinkets this time; instead, she wore a crumpled nightgown and her hair was haphazardly tied up, giving her a disheveled look.

She spotted Felix too.

Terry's expression shifted from confusion to sudden alarm, yet she struggled to maintain a calm tone. "It's good to see you here, Felix. Destiny has brought us together on this morning."

"So, you made no preparations and disapprove of fate's arrangement?" Felix gestured towards her attire.

Defiantly, Terry retorted, "Don't talk nonsense about destiny!"

"Alright, aside from destiny bringing us together, do you plan on doing something else?" His gaze settled on the box, which held seven or eight bottles of sherry.

"Oh! I, I thought I could… perhaps store some unused items on the side."

A silence descended upon them.

Felix felt she was quite eager to escape, and he had no desire to linger either, but there was still one question to address.

"Do you know about the Room of Requirement?"

"What? Oh, right," she casually remarked, "I use it to store things. Honestly, my office is a bit cramped, and my salary hasn't seen an increase these past years..."

Felix Harp promptly took his leave.

After leaving the eighth floor, Felix hurried to the Great Hall for breakfast, then managed his time to reach the Ancient Runes classroom.

Along the way, his thoughts swirled—sometimes pondering memory magic, other times the Room of Requirement.

"Hey, watch out, Miss Lovegood."

From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a figure approaching. He sidestepped to make way.

It was Luna Lovegood, holding a piece of parchment, intently focused on it. But Felix noticed that the parchment was upside down in her hands.

"It's you, Professor Harp." She looked up, her eyes wide as she gazed at him. "I'm pleased to see you."

"Likewise, Miss Lovegood," Felix answered helplessly; this was the second time today he'd heard this phrase from someone familiar.

She waved the parchment in her hand. "I'm looking at the leaderboard, and I won't run into anyone, don't worry," she said.

Felix was taken aback. He had been about to remind this young girl, and now he had to shift topics. "Anything interesting?"

"Indeed, quite interesting..." Luna displayed the parchment to him—still upside down—and chirped, "From this angle, here," her finger traced an arc on the paper, "connecting the letters of Ravenclaw's name, doesn't it look like an eagle?"

"Hmm..." Felix carefully examined it, taking a good half-minute before he said, "It certainly does."

Luna's face lit up with a smile.

'A girl with an unusual way of thinking, truly fitting of Ravenclaw.'

Felix watched her as she walked away, lost in thought.

...

As he stood at the podium, looking at the fourth-year young wizards, getting ready to begin the lesson, a spark of insight suddenly flashed—

He had harbored a question all along: Who created the Room of Requirement?

Even he couldn't fathom the entire room's construction, could an ordinary wizard achieve that? But Hogwarts had existed for a millennium, fostering numerous exceptional wizards; he couldn't say for sure if such an individual existed.

So, this doubt had once been set aside.

But now, he suddenly zeroed in on someone—Rowena Ravenclaw.

Could it have been her who established the Room of Requirement?

Looking from this perspective, many things fell into place—

The magical supply of the Room of Requirement was directly linked to Hogwarts, and Rowena Ravenclaw was one of the founders, naturally having that authority;

The Room of Requirement had no fixed form, constantly changing to suit the needs of the seeker, surely involving powerful memory and transfiguration magic;

And from the manuscripts Felix had seen, Rowena Ravenclaw indeed fit this criterion.

Moreover, for a millennium, the legends of the hidden chambers were most famous among Slytherin and Ravenclaw. The Slytherin's Chamber had already been found, but what about Ravenclaw's?

The young wizards in the audience saw Professor Harp, smiling as if he were about to start class, but he suddenly fell silent.

"Professor Harp?" a brave young wizard dared to ask.

"Oh?" Felix snapped back to reality, suppressing his doubts. He addressed the young wizards, saying, "Now, let's begin today's lesson..."

"Please turn to page 147 of your textbooks."

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