Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Finally, the semester is over, and the young wizards lined up to board the train home, and Hogwarts was half empty for a while.

The silence like the morning after heavy snow completely enveloped the entire castle.

Felix walks in the castle, and occasionally encounters a young wizard, but he does not feel dull at all, but feels very peaceful.

He picked a remote place near the frozen Black Lake, used magic to make a rocking chair, and lay on it comfortably. He snapped his fingers softly, and a bright blue flame floated above his head.

Felix took out a book from the ring and read it with interest.

In his hand is "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2)". Later generations sorted out the information left by Rowena Ravenclaw, and divided the contents of the entire twelve volumes according to different categories.

Second Volume is Ravenclaw's daily essays, and does not involve specific magic knowledge. From his perspective, it is filled with a lot of babble like poetry in the clouds and mist.

Take a paragraph at random--

The stone turned into a bird, chirp chirp twitter twitter screamed. Across the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red plain.

Felix: "..." It is difficult to understand Ms. Ravenclaw's state of mind at the time.

Felix also received the education of aristocratic ladies when Ravenclaw was young. He has a family background and has a special preference for poetry.

But was there any famous poet in that era?

Felix scratched his head a bit. With his unbrilliant historical background, he only knew that the four founders of Hogwarts were active in the Middle Ages, but it seems that the poetry of that period cannot be separated from the category of religious hymns.

He continued reading--

The river said to me, Creator, you gave me thoughts, but you never gave me body. One day, I will merge into the ocean.

Felix: "..."

Think about it carefully, it is quite artistic, at least it reads profound mystery.

He didn't bother to think about the subtlety, but quickly scanned the text above. In less than half an hour, he reached the end.

"Hey!" Felix smacked, not knowing what to say.

Don’t you deserve to study magic without the ability to appreciate literature?

He simply lay on a chair, looking at the lake covered with ice and snow in the distance, recalling the knowledge he had gained from his diary these days. With his eyes, he was able to tell which part was more useful to him. Although the diary concealed him in every possible way, and even tried to convey wrong information, no matter what he was faced with was that he had not yet left school and was still in all aspects. The very immature reserve Dark Lord.

At this point, Voldemort is a bit like himself. They both use "external forces" to forcibly improve the ability of a single subject, so as to reach a level far beyond the peers.

But when it comes to the understanding and perception of magic, it is still too shallow.

If you have not reached a certain height, you will not have the corresponding experience.

Felix has a lot of grievances. Most wizards have spent their entire lives learning from other people's magic without any improvement. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

"Wait, I seem to have thought of something." Felix sat up abruptly, "Bird, river, creator, magic, consciousness..."

Felix quickly opened "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2)", turning to one of the pages, he looked at the familiar words on it--

"The stone turned into a bird, and chirp chirp twitter twittered. It straddled mountains and lakes. , It brings back the daisy flowers on the red plain."

If you regard this poem as Ravenclaw's true record of his own experience, does it make sense?

The first sentence is undoubtedly transfiguration. Maybe Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw turned a stone into a beautiful bird someday.

What does the second sentence say?

Ravenclaw uses magic to manipulate it to make sounds? Felix shook his head and connected to the content of the next two sentences. This legendary-colored bird obviously leaped a long distance and brought back a daisy flower.

This is not what transfiguration can do.

Perhaps, Ravenclaw gave it a certain "trait", such as life, soul, or something like that, allowing it to maintain a certain degree of autonomy even after being out of the scope of use spell.

He suddenly remembered part of the conversation he had with Sorting Hat that day--

"Sorting Hat, do you remember how you were born?" Felix asked it in his mind.

"Of course, oh, I am very impressed." It said cleverly, and then, the dirty and tattered hat began to sing in his consciousness.

"That was more than a thousand years ago,

I was just woven into shape.

There are four famous wizards,

Vow to nurture young wizards.

These four great wizards,

The talents they value are different.

Gryffindor came up with it. I found a way--

He took me off his head.

The four founders gave me thoughts,

From then on I will choose , Evaluation!"

……

Sorting Hat has almost become an independent life entity after acquiring the ideas of the four founders.

How similar it is to the little bird that flew over mountains and lakes and brought back a daisy flower!

What is the key here? It is autonomy. They all showed strong autonomy, just like real life, they can still make self-determinations and complete complex behaviors when they are out of the scope of magic.

How to achieve this autonomy in a magical way?

To get rid of the "life" and "soul" areas that he can't touch at all, Felix quickly thought of a way he could achieve-injecting memory.

He happened to get this knowledge from the diary.

He waved the wand and let a palm-size pebble fly in front of him. Then he lightly touched the wand on the stone, and the stone quickly became a refined, small Swift.

But if you distinguish carefully, you will find that this Swift's eyes are very dull, like a puppet, and every move needs wand's guidance.

Felix constructed a small memory in his mind. He touched his forehead with wand, pulling out a silver, shimmering filament.

He incorporated this false memory into Swift's body, and relied on the knowledge given to him by the diary to combine the two together.

He simplified this step as much as possible, just to verify his thoughts.

Under his gaze, Swift's eyes became smart. Without his control, it waved its wings and flew staggeringly.

Immediately, it plunged into the snow, leaving only its two legs twitching constantly.

Felix pulled it out, and Swift trudged through the snow, looking like it walked like a sparrow-this is because the memory he constructed was too bad NS.

But he stared intently at the little fellow in front of him.

Almost two or three minutes later, the wisps of silver mist spilled out of the Swift's body, and the imaginary memory disappeared.

It returned to a dull state.

Felix waved the wand to turn it into a pebble again.