A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 135: Crowns and Questions

Chapter 135: Crowns and Questions

Helena averted her gaze with a hint of guilt. "About fifty years ago, I was deceived by a student into revealing the location where the crown was hidden."

Felix Harp chimed in from the side, "From what I know, Voldemort, oh, that's the name he later changed, Voldemort indeed excelled in toying with people's hearts, and more importantly, his ambition was immense. He created more than one Horcrux."

As for how evil Voldemort was and what he did in the wizarding world, it didn't matter at all to Rowena Ravenclaw. She retrieved a tattered diary from her ring and handed it to Ms. Ravenclaw.

She caressed the neat scorch marks on the diary. "The Fiendfyre curse, a very skilled Fiendfyre curse." She didn't mention anything about dark magic. In her time, the Fiendfyre curse wasn't uncommon due to its powerful and counter-curse nature.

"I've also seen traces of magic that belong to me..." Ms. Ravenclaw looked up at him.

A thought sparked in Felix's mind, and he provided a crucial piece of information, "Voldemort is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin; he inherited Slytherin's magical legacy."

"Is that so? I did indeed exchange memories magic with Salazar..." Ms. Ravenclaw mumbled softly.

Just then, a flash of insight struck Felix. He retrieved Lockhart's magical manuscript and tentatively spoke, "These manuscripts come from a professor who graduated from Ravenclaw. He claimed to have obtained a hidden legacy—"

Ravenclaw took them and casually flipped through them, "These are my belongings, although they've been copied. Who is this person? How did he become a professor at the school? His annotations are full of various shoddy errors and fantasies."

"He has paid the price," Felix said briefly, not wanting to waste time explaining Lockhart's actions. The radiance emanating from Helena grew stronger and stronger. "Do you remember where you put these materials?" Felix inquired.

Ravenclaw glanced at him. "They should be in the lounge bookcase. I set up some hidden magic, waiting for future generations to discover..."

At this point, she waved the manuscript with some confusion, "Is that really a Ravenclaw student? My magic shouldn't last too long; has it expired? But I designed it to automatically draw on the residual magic from Hogwarts..."

When discussing magic, this lady didn't seem as formidable as she appeared, Felix thought.

His gaze shifted to the crown. "Lady Ravenclaw, if you don't mind, I must take it and find a chance to destroy it."

"With your Fiendfyre curse?" Lady Ravenclaw asked.

"It's quite effective."

"But the crown will be utterly destroyed." Lady Ravenclaw cast a disdainful look at the gaping hole in the diary and thought for a moment. "Or perhaps I should do it." She reached out, letting the crown float in front of her, examined it carefully for a moment, and then tossed it away.

In the pure white space, magic surged continuously, forming twinkling multicolored lights that converged behind Lady Ravenclaw, resembling a galaxy draped over her.

"Go," Lady Ravenclaw said. The starlight rushed past like a tide, forming an exaggerated vortex of magic in mid-air, engulfing the crown.

Within the vortex, icy blue and bronze magic started to coil and tear at the crown incessantly. Wisps of black mist seeped from the crown and were subsequently shattered by the surrounding magic.

A mournful sound echoed, but Lady Ravenclaw pointed her finger, and the sound immediately vanished.

"What is this?" Felix asked in astonishment. If he wasn't mistaken, this rough approach was—

"I tapped into the castle's magic, creating a vortex to draw out the souls inside and grind them away bit by bit," Rowena Ravenclaw said casually.

Felix Harp responded with a bemused expression, "Magic is truly remarkable."

He phrased his concern gently, "Wouldn't this damage your crown?" The crown that could grant wisdom intrigued him. Although he intended to study it, his initial plan was to resolve the Horcrux without causing harm to the artifact.

"It has already been destroyed. The evil souls tainted all the wisdom within the crown. I merely wanted to preserve its material," Lady Ravenclaw said.

Felix looked at the crown constantly emitting black smoke in mid-air, lost for words.

Helena, who had been holding Lady Ravenclaw, interjected, "Felix, you have many questions without answers, don't you? Here stands a master of magic." She winked at Felix, silently mouthing, 'You're welcome.'

Ravenclaw smiled as she observed the interaction between Helena and Felix. "Feel free to ask any questions you may have. Time might be short." She looked at Helena, whose radiance was becoming more difficult to conceal.

Once Helena was released, her mission would be complete.

After all, she was merely a fragment of memory.

Lady Ravenclaw held Helena's hand in her own, striving to delay this process. Helena offered her a beautiful smile.

With limited time, Felix didn't hesitate and hurriedly inquired about what concerned him the most—

"Lady Ravenclaw, my first question is: What are memories?"

Ravenclaw regarded him. "You are your memories. Except for the thin layer of 'now,' everything in our lives is a memory."

Felix spoke solemnly, "So, whether it's a person, a soul, or an animal, the most important thing is memories?"

Ravenclaw didn't confirm or deny, "How do you view the 'now'? Is it the result of the past or the beginning of the future?"

This question left Felix scratching his head. He wanted to ask about magic, not engage in philosophical discourse.

He shared his viewpoint, "In my opinion, the 'now' is something I can absolutely grasp. It's my power, a manifestation of my will. To put it simply—the 'now' is 'choice.'"

The past can't be undone, the future is yet to come, and the key to it all is seizing the 'now.'

Ravenclaw nodded and smiled, neither endorsing nor challenging his stance.

Felix waited for a moment, seeing that she didn't speak, he straightforwardly asked his most pressing question, "Madam, I wish to implant a fictional memory into a Patronus, but the two conflict intensely. Furthermore, I want to transfer a portion of my consciousness into the Patronus..."

He waved his wand, summoning his Patronus.

Lady Ravenclaw smiled and beckoned, allowing the silvery swallow to alight on her hand.

Felix, taking the hint, relinquished control over the Patronus. He knew Lady Ravenclaw was about to demonstrate.

Her fingers brushed against its feathers, and the swallow began to chirp.

"You need to extract memories correctly," she said gently, explaining, "Imagine it like reaching into a bird-filled aviary and grabbing a specific one. It might seem challenging, but if each bird's leg has a string tied to it, and you pull the string outside the aviary, accomplishing everything becomes easy."

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