Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 166 is all Ravenclaw's underhanded tricks!

While Dumbledore relentlessly burned the flesh ball that Capricorn had transformed into, Rice in the dungeon began making preparations for their departure alongside Ravenclaw.

"I need you to conjure up a body for me," Rice said to Ravenclaw.

"Can't you do it yourself? I remember that the Transfiguration Charm wasn't your weakness?" Ravenclaw was somewhat confused; she didn't understand why Salazar needed her help.

"Because I need to use my precious magic to get on the road and kill those little mice. More importantly, this trip will take at least a day, and I need this body to be a little 'smarter' so that I can play the role of Les Lint well."

"I can help you control this body." Ravenclaw's lips curled up slightly.

"There's absolutely no need for that."

Upon seeing Ravenclaw's smile, Rice immediately rejected her "kindness." He dared not let Ravenclaw control his avatar; who knew what she might do?

"I'll just hang out in the library, and go to class when it's time. I definitely won't cause any trouble."

"No way."

Despite Ravenclaw's extremely sincere tone, Rice didn't believe a single word.

"I swear by the Black Lake."

"Ms. Ravenclaw, your credibility with me is bankrupt. You can't swear by the Black Sea!" Rice firmly rejected Ravenclaw's request.

He would never allow Ravenclaw to touch his own false self.

After being turned away several times, Ravenclaw had no choice but to accept reality and, together with Rice, began using Transfiguration to create a fake body. As for tampering with the fake body or leaving a hidden door or backup plan, Ravenclaw did not do that.

To pull such a dirty trick in front of Salazar is to really think he's a fool.

A few minutes later, a fake body of Rice, filled with magic, was completed.

Rice circled the fake body twice, then frowned: the fake body's face was generally similar to his own, but something just didn't feel right.

Yes, something's not quite right in the details!

Rice looked at Ravenclaw: Rowena, did you do something to your face?

Ravenclaw: (

"Don't you think he looks even more handsome? Look, his nose is slightly more prominent, and his cheekbones are a bit more refined—"

"Royna Ravenclaw!" Rice couldn't help but call out Ravenclaw's name. "This is supposed to be a replica of me, not a statue! Don't arbitrarily change my appearance!"

"But this way it obviously looks better."

"I'm so sorry I didn't grow up to look like you expected!" Rice said irritably, while suddenly waving his hand to turn the fake body back into his own, completely destroying Ravenclaw's work.

Ravenclaw sighed.

Rice caught a glimpse of Ravenclaw's subtle movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, intending to ask her what she was doing. Then he noticed that Ravenclaw was creating a palm-sized blue vortex in her palm.

Rice decided to temporarily set aside his grudge against Ravenclaw.

The magic wand pointed at the fake body, and the fake body walked towards the ground.

As a replica body embodying the wisdom of its two founders, this body possesses a wide range of functions. Rice can even share vision and hearing with the replica body within a certain distance, and controlling the replica body to speak is also perfectly feasible. After he leaves the school, the replica body can still answer questions with simple sentences according to Rice and Ravenclaw's settings, and can even cast spells.

"Aren't you really going to consider giving me some authority? If the fake body's automatic response mechanism causes any problems, I can help you handle it," Ravenclaw suggested.

For a fleeting moment, Rice was tempted, but he quickly came to his senses: this was all Ravenclaw's cunning trick, and he shouldn't be fooled!

Rice knew Ravenclaw's nature all too well.

If I were to hand over the authority of the fake body, who knows if I'd be locked in solitary confinement when I returned?

"Alright, alright." Faced with Salazar's complete lack of trust in him, Ravenclaw could only shrug helplessly and ask himself if he had gone too far in his previous behavior, to the point that there was absolutely no trust between the two old friends of a thousand years.

Ravenclaw pondered for two seconds, then realized it wasn't his fault: the three of them were making such obvious mistakes, clearly trying to lure him into teasing them! Everyone was having fun, how could it be going too far?

Watching Rice leave with his fake body, Ravenclaw sighed: Salazar is becoming increasingly difficult to fool.

If she could gain access to a fake body, she would definitely read all the books she wanted in the library. She had already read several books in the restricted section!

Rice drove his fake body back to the Slytherin common room.

As soon as the door opened, an oil lamp suddenly lit up the pitch-black lounge. Daphne sat in the corner of the lounge, looking expressionlessly at Rice standing at the door.

Rice: ...

"Why aren't you asleep yet?! Staying up so late will stunt your growth!" Rice possessed the fake body and said with "heartache."

"If we block the lounge, we can catch those little wizards who break curfew at night in no time, right?" Daphne raised her eyebrows and imitated Rice's tone.

Rice: This boomerang came so quickly, we've really spun our own cocoon!

"So, Mr. Lint, how did you manage to come in through the lounge door after taking a shower? I'm very curious." Daphne's tone was sincere, as if she were genuinely curious.

"Here's what happened: I triggered a hidden teleportation magic circle while taking a shower, which teleported me out of the bathroom..." Rice began to spout nonsense with a straight face.

"They teleported away with their clothes?"

Daphne's words silenced Rice.

"Goodnight!" Rice decided to go straight back to her dorm and go to sleep, no longer wanting to get entangled with this sharp-tongued girl.

"Wait a moment!"

Rice's avatar stood still.

"So you went to deal with those three wizards, right?" Daphne asked anxiously. Daphne was very concerned about these three sinister foreign wizards.

Rice thought for a moment and decided to use his professional shield as usual.

"Yes, I made a commotion and attracted Professor Dumbledore's attention. The intruder has been dealt with now."

After finally getting an answer from Rice, Daphne breathed a sigh of relief: it was good that the invading wizard had been killed; she was quite afraid that Rice would really abandon the project.

Seeing that he seemed to have calmed Daphne down, Rice withdrew his consciousness from the fake body, which then turned around on its own and prepared to go to the dormitory to sleep.

But Daphne, standing behind the fake body, narrowed her eyes. She sensed that something was off about Rice in front of her.

The next moment, a spell pierced through the chest of the fake Rice.

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.

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Here's a picture of Dumbledore in a 19th-century Russian style.

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