Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 120 Ravenclaw's Heart is Overjoyed

"So why did you want to see me?" Daphne asked eagerly as soon as she sat down.

In her view, she was nothing special and hadn't contributed much to Ravenclaw's "resurrection," so why should she be granted an audience with her?

"Just think of me as someone who's bored and wants to chat with someone," Ravenclaw said with a friendly expression and a smile.

"Oh, okay." Daphne sat upright in her chair and nodded obediently. Although Lord Ravenclaw didn't say it explicitly, she felt that it was still related to Rice, after all, the reason she gave was really far-fetched.

Ravenclaw's gaze swept across Daphne's face, and he said from the bottom of his heart, "You Greengrass people are just so handsome. When Adrian was studying at Hogwarts, he often received love letters from students of other houses, and the little witches accompanying him changed frequently. My students have written me several letters of complaint, telling me that they have encountered scumbags."

Daphne was extremely embarrassed: How come our ancestors played such elaborate games back then?

However, hearing gossip from a thousand years ago actually made Daphne feel a little excited.

Do you know why boys aren't allowed in the girls' dormitories at Gryffindor?

"..."

"It's definitely related to Adrian!"

Daphne: Stop talking, stop talking!

"I did complain to Salazar, and guess what he said? He actually thought that the wizarding world needed to have more children to grow, so he was very supportive of what Adrian was doing."

Daphne: !

Rice: Stop talking, stop talking!

Although he couldn't get in, Ravenclaw very thoughtfully used magic to transmit the sound of her conversation with Daphne.

Ravenclaw easily dispelled Daphne's tension with a "little" anecdote from the early days of Hogwarts, and also caused Rice's body temperature to rise as he stood outside the corridor.

"You have inherited the good qualities of your ancestors."

"You flatter me. You are as beautiful and intelligent as the rumors say." Daphne blushed and began to speak well of Ravenclaw as Rice had instructed.

Although Ravenclaw knew Daphne was flattering him, he was still quite satisfied. She was a person who valued appearance and dignity, and even on her deathbed, she did not forget to tidy up her appearance, even taking a potion to make her face and complexion look less terrible—ghosts inherit their appearance before death, and Ravenclaw did not want his ghost to look like a wandering female ghost.

Daphne's praise instantly lifted her spirits.

"Really? Little girl, you're not lying to me."

"These are all heartfelt words, not a single one is false!" Daphne said solemnly, her words full of honesty and sincerity: "Your robe is truly exquisite, clearly the work of an extraordinary master."

"You flatter me, this is exactly what I designed myself."

"The fabric looks fantastic too!"

"I specially asked someone to bring me silk from the East. It costs dozens of times more than the same weight of gold—if it weren't for the fact that I made a deal with someone and earned a lot of money, I wouldn't be willing to spend so much money on clothes."

Ravenclaw was even happier to hear Daphne praise the fabric of her wizard's robe. In her time, silk cost several times, even dozens of times, more than its weight in gold. The 13th-century book *De Commodities* records that a pound of fine silk cost as much as £12, while a pound of gold cost only £1. Ravenclaw's robe was of the highest quality in both material and craftsmanship, making its price astonishing.

A robe costing nearly ten pounds of silk would be a painful expense even for Ravenclaw, unless it was paid for by someone else. As for who paid such a large sum, those in the know understand—which wizard at Hogwarts is both wealthy and frequently discusses academic matters with Ravenclaw?

"Oh, if you allow me, I'll make something similar, but the color will have to be Slytherin's silver-green~"

"No problem, I'll get the design drawings for you right away."

Daphne's compliments were comprehensive and thorough, praising everything from the design and materials of the clothes to Ravenclaw's youthful appearance, which pleased Ravenclaw greatly and made her very happy.

The two had a very pleasant conversation, and there was even a hint that they were becoming close friends despite their age difference.

"By the way, I heard that Hogwarts no longer teaches courses like magic flow?"

Daphne nodded. The art of magic flow had almost been lost in the magical world.

One reason is that it's difficult to learn and truly depends on talent. The second reason is that excellent alternatives emerged, causing this skill to be lost. It's like the telegraph in Muggle times; with the widespread use of telephones, fax machines, and the internet, the telegraph gradually faded from history.

Ravenclaw sighed, "It's a shame, but Salazar was quite good at this back in the day. You could learn a thing or two from that Rice guy."

Daphne blinked, quite curious about what exactly Rice's relationship was with Slytherin.

"He does have some connection with Slytherin." Ravenclaw played a word game—Salazar was indeed from the Slytherin family, and he was telling the truth.

Daphne understood: Sure enough, Rais is the rightful heir to Slytherin, no wonder he came here to go to such lengths to save Ravenclaw.

After that, Daphne invited Ravenclaw to walk around the castle grounds and see how Hogwarts had changed over the past thousand years.

Ravenclaw shook her head, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes. She explained to Daphne the importance of guarding the seal and her own predicament.

"However, if you're willing to do me a favor, I might be able to return to the surface in some way." Ravenclaw then changed the subject, presenting his request to Daphne.

"Please speak!"

"Help me take this crystal ball up and put it in the Hogwarts library." Ravenclaw waved his hand, and a mini crystal ball the size of a plum appeared out of thin air on the table.

This crystal ball contains a trace of Ravenclaw's magic, which Ravenclaw can use to unleash his magic from its seal and trigger the backup plan he left behind at the school.

She could only resort to this clumsy method, after all, the seal they had set up back then was too perfect.

"No problem." Daphne didn't have Rice's keen sense and agreed immediately.

"You're a good girl." Ravenclaw smiled as he saw that Daphne was willing to help him.

"This is some of my experience, I think you'll find it useful, take it." She winked at Daphne, and a booklet appeared next to the crystal ball.

"This!" Daphne was immediately captivated.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Update here! I'll go write the next update after lunch, and post it as soon as I finish.

Writing some words has made me feel much better. Writing relieves mental and physical stress!

(End of this chapter)