A certain Hogwarts professor of runes

Chapter 135 Crown and Problem

Helena turned her head away somewhat guiltily. "About fifty years ago, I was tricked by a student into telling him where I hid the crown."

Felix added from the side, "As far as I know, Voldemort—oh, that's what he later called—was indeed adept at manipulating people's minds, and more importantly, he was extremely ambitious, creating more than one Horcrux."

As to how evil Voldemort was and what he did in the wizarding world, it was of no importance to Rowena Ravenclaw.

He took the tattered diary from the ring and handed it to Mrs. Ravenclaw.

She stroked the neat scorch marks on the diary. "A Fiendfyre spell, a very sophisticated Fiendfyre spell." She didn't mention anything about dark magic. In her time, the Fiendfyre spell was quite popular because of its power and the fact that it could be countered.

"I also saw traces of my own magic..." Lady Ravenclaw looked up at him.

Felix's mind clicked, and he provided crucial information: "Voldemort is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he inherited Slytherin's magical legacy."

"Is that so? I did indeed exchange memory magic with Salazar..." Ravenclaw said in a low voice.

Just then, Felix suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He took out Lockhart's magical manuscripts and tentatively said, "These manuscripts come from a professor who graduated from Ravenclaw. He said he received a secret inheritance—"

Ravenclaw took it, glanced at it casually, and said, "It's my stuff, although it's been copied. Who is this person? How did they recruit him as a professor at the university? His annotations are full of all sorts of clumsy mistakes and delusions."

"He has already paid the price," Felix said curtly, not wanting to waste any time explaining what Lockhart had done. Helena's radiance grew stronger. "Do you remember where you put these documents?" Felix asked.

Ravenclaw glanced at him: "It should be in the bookshelf in the common room. I've set up some hidden magic there, waiting for future generations to discover it..."

At this point, she waved the manuscript with some doubt: "Was that really a Ravenclaw student? Could my magic have worn off after a while? But I set it to automatically absorb the magic dissipating from Hogwarts..."

The woman wasn't as intimidating as she seemed when she started discussing magic, Felix thought.

His gaze fell on the tiara: "Ms. Ravenclaw, if you don't mind, I must take it with me and find a chance to destroy it."

"With your Fiendfire spell?" Mrs. Ravenclaw asked.

"This works."

"But the crown will be completely destroyed." Mrs. Ravenclaw glanced disdainfully at the large hole in the diary, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll do it myself." She reached out and let the crown float to her face, examined it carefully for a moment, and then tossed it away.

In the pure white space, magic surged continuously, forming countless points of multicolored light. These lights converged behind Lady Ravenclaw, as if she were draped in a galaxy.

"Go," said Madam Ravenclaw, and starlight swept across the sky like a tidal wave, forming an exaggerated magical vortex that swallowed the crown.

Within the vortex, a stream of icy blue and a stream of bronze magic began to swirl and tear at the crown. Wisps of black energy seeped from the crown, only to be shattered by the surrounding magic.

A shrill voice rang out, but when Mrs. Ravenclaw pointed, the voice vanished instantly.

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

"I borrowed the castle's magic to create a vortex, drawing out and grinding the souls within bit by bit," Ravenclaw said calmly.

Felix: "..." So what if you have magic?

He said tactfully, "Won't this damage your crown?" He was interested in studying the crown that could grant wisdom, but his original plan was to deal with the Horcrux without causing any damage first.

"It's ruined. Evil spirits have tainted the crown's entire wisdom. I just don't want to damage its materials," Ms. Ravenclaw said.

Felix stared silently at the crown that was billowing black smoke in mid-air.

Helena, who was still holding onto Mrs. Ravenclaw, said, "Felix, don't you have a lot of problems you don't know how to solve? Here's a magic master." She winked at Felix and mouthed, "You're welcome."

Ravenclaw smiled as she watched Helena and Felix interact. "Feel free to ask any questions you have. Time may be running out." She looked at Helena, whose radiance was now undeniable.

Once Helena is freed, her mission will be complete.

Ultimately, she was just a memory.

Ms. Ravenclaw took Helena's hand in return, trying to delay the process, and Helena gave her a beautiful smile.

With time limited, Felix didn't hesitate any longer and quickly asked about what he cared about most—

"Ms. Ravenclaw, my first question is: What is memory?"

Ravenclaw looked at him. "You are your memory. Everything in our lives is memory, except for the thin layer of 'this moment'."

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

Ravenclaw remained noncommittal: "And how do you view 'this moment'? Is it the result of the past, or the beginning of the future?"

This question stumped Felix; he wanted to ask about magic, not discuss philosophy.

He expressed his thoughts: "In my view, 'this moment' is something I can absolutely control; it is my power, the embodiment of my will. Or to put it simply—'this moment' is 'choice'."

The past cannot be retrieved, but the future is still promising, and the key to all of this is to seize the present moment.

Ravenclaw nodded and smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Felix waited a moment, and seeing that she didn't speak, he bluntly asked what he cared about most: "Madam, I want to inject a fictional memory into my guardian spirit, but there's a fierce conflict between the two. Also, I want to transfer part of my consciousness into the guardian spirit..."

He waved his wand, sending his Patronus flying out.

Ms. Ravenclaw smiled and waved, letting the silver swift land on her hand.

Felix relinquished control of his Patronus, knowing that Lady Ravenclaw was about to demonstrate it to him.

Her fingers brushed against its feathers, and the swift chirped.

"You need to retrieve the memory correctly," she patiently explained. "Imagine you're catching a specific bird from a aviary full of birds. It seems difficult, but if each bird has a rope tied to its leg, you can easily do it by simply pulling the end of the rope outside the aviary."

Bonus chapter for the leader's suit or white shirt (1/7)

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