Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 347 What I demonstrated was not the ultimate form of magic.

"Hmm?" Cedric felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

To sum up his feelings: Quiet, I'm thinking—Quiet, I'm barbecuing—Quiet, I'm taking the college entrance exam!

A few short words collided wildly in his brain, even echoing, making it almost impossible for him to think.

Helga smiled at him, intending to let him calm down for a while. She knew it was hard to accept, but it was the truth. As for why she was telling the child something so impactful, it was because Helga had always been a sincere person, and she didn't want to hide this from her student—she couldn't emulate Salazar's approach.

However, Rice had his reasons for doing this: Daphne and the others were still young, and they would definitely come clean when they grew up.

A few minutes later, Cedric finally came to his senses. Once his intelligence returned, his first thought was: How can you prove you are Hufflepuff?

This was truly unbelievable. The founder of Hogwarts, a legendary wizard whose fame had spread throughout the seven seas a thousand years ago, was standing right in front of him, offering to take him as his apprentice. Any normal person would question this situation at first.

Helga faced the same dilemma as Rice: she had to find a way to prove "I am myself" without any proof of identity. Unlike Rice, she didn't know many people's secrets, but she also had her own unique advantages.

"You already believe I'm a wizard who returned from hundreds of years ago, so why can't you believe I'm Hufflepuff?" Helga retorted, leaving Cedric speechless.

Yes, Helga Hufflepuff did indeed live hundreds of years ago, and she herself believed that "Professor White" came from hundreds of years ago, so why can't we accept that she is Hufflepuff?

Cedric gradually began to believe what Helga had said.

And thinking about it this way, what's happening now makes sense—why is Professor White's invention all over Hufflepuff's dungeons? Because Professor White is Hufflepuff! Her knowledge of this place is precisely because she is its developer.

"My God, this is unbelievable, but then again, it makes perfect sense..." Cedric muttered to himself.

Helga just smiled and didn't say anything.

She decided to only provide this one bombshell for now: Salazar and Rowena's existence would be revealed when they themselves decided to.

After Cedric regained his composure and accepted his own existence, Helga spoke.

"Diggory, I think you understand why I brought you here—as I said before, you are the one I have chosen, my successor."

Cedric's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"The reason why the four of us established an heir was..." Helga first explained to Diggory what the so-called heir was. Cedric was halfway through listening when he suddenly realized a problem.

"Professor Hufflepuff, since you have a successor, what about the other three founders...?"

"They have them too, but that's not the topic today. You'll meet them in the future." Hufflepuff acknowledged the existence of the other heirs but did not specify their identities.

Even with just this vague information, Cedric instantly guessed many things: First, the lineage of the four founders had not been broken! Second, the successors of the other three founders were still alive, otherwise the professor wouldn't have said he could meet them—unless the professor was using dark humor to imply that he could only meet them after his death, but the professor wasn't that kind of person.

He began to rack his brains, screening wizards who might become the founder's successor.

First, there was Gryffindor. Cedric identified Albus Dumbledore without much effort. Who else could be more suitable as Gryffindor's successor?

Could the heir to Slytherin be Vanderbilt? But Vanderbilt has already fallen from grace; how will I ever see him again? Is Professor Hufflepuff planning to send me to clean house for Hogwarts? Putting Vanderbilt aside, the young girl from the Greengrass family in Slytherin is also highly suspicious. She is incredibly powerful, possesses many mysterious magical abilities, and comes from an ancient pure-blood family—which fits Slytherin's requirements perfectly.

The successor to Ravenclaw is a bit hard to guess, because there doesn't seem to be a very clear target...

Cedric gradually began to lose focus.

"Finally, we choose our successors in the hope that you can learn something from us and reach the pinnacle of magic." Helga looked at Cedric with expectant eyes. She had high hopes for her student. She hoped he would be the most outstanding among the successors.

"The pinnacle of magic?" Cedric caught the key phrase, but he couldn't understand what the pinnacle of magic was. Was it like the flames described in history books, powerful enough to burn down half a city?

"That's why I brought you in. I can control everything here and better demonstrate the stories that happened in the past to you." Helga clapped her hands lightly.

The next moment, Cedric found himself on the shore of the Black Lake, where icy rain was pouring down from the sky, and a deafening roar of cheers could be heard in the distance. He immediately recognized it—it was the day of his Quidditch match against Gryffindor.

Helga appeared beside him, waving to shield him from the raindrops falling from the sky.

"Professor, why are we—" Cedric suddenly shut his mouth because he saw hundreds of Dementors floating towards them.

His eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single detail: the Dementors flew toward the Quidditch pitch, then were frozen, and subsequently swallowed up by the churning earth.

Helga and Cedric watched silently from a safe distance as everything that happened that night unfolded.

After the original flat land became part of the Black Lake, Cedric understood what "the ultimate magic" meant.

He looked at Professor Hufflepuff standing to one side and asked dryly, "Professor, so the school's defensive magic—"

Helga glanced at him: "I think the founder himself is also part of the school's defense mechanism."

Cedric: ...

He changed the subject: "Professor, is this the pinnacle of magic? It's incredible, hundreds of Dementors were wiped out in an instant—"

"No." Helga interrupted Cedric, telling him very seriously that this was not the pinnacle of magic at all. Magic of this level could only be considered an aftershock of the battle back then.

Cedric: ? ! !

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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