Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 354 Helga, Great, No Need for Words

Questioning Salazar, understanding Salazar, becoming Salazar – this is Helga's journey.

She was persuaded by Salazar!

"Salazar, before you met us, were you living in the Garden of Eden?" Helga exclaimed, then wrote a note to Cedric.

The note transformed into a little bird and flew out of the office. Rice wanted to follow the bird out, but Helga stopped her.

"You can't leave."

Rice: ?

"Help me make a doll!" Cedric can grade homework, but he can't help with doll making. Helga needs Rice to provide some "technical support."

Rice: ...

No matter how he drags Helga's students into this mess, he won't find peace!

"Our friendship is over, Helga," Rice said, looking at Helga with feigned sorrow. "If this continues, I will never set foot in your office again!"

Helga smiled: Why worry about so much? Let's keep him here and do some hard labor first!

This is how trust between friends is destroyed.

Soon, Cedric arrived, but instead of himself, a clay sparrow appeared.

"Professor, what's wrong?" When Cedric's voice rang out from the sparrow's beak, Rice's eyes widened in shock: What was going on? This magic was a bit too outrageous! Hadn't Helga just taken him on as a student?!

Rice had a sliver of doubt: Daphne had been with him for two years and she might not have been able to achieve this level. Was his teaching ability really that bad?

Helga smiled smugly and told Cedric to come to her office so she could hand in some student assignments for him to grade.

To Helga's surprise, the sparrow Cedric conjured remained silent. After two seconds, it stammered, "Professor, I have a Quidditch training session with the team today. We're playing against Slytherin next, and you don't want us to lose to them, do you?"

Helga glanced at Rice, who was trying hard to suppress a laugh, and clenched her fists: "Training can be done later..."

"Oh dear, teacher, the signal... is not good..." The sparrow suddenly fell apart and turned into a pile of dirt.

Helga stared at the rubble on the windowsill, remaining silent.

Rice's smile was harder to suppress than a squid on a hot plate: Helga's lack of experience is evident in how she assigns tasks to students without doing so in person. He always handed in assignments to Daphne in person when she did them for him.

However, more important than that, he had something to confirm with Helga: what exactly was going on with Cedric's magic?

"So you took Diggory as your student? You have excellent taste."

Helga was initially a little unhappy about her disciple slacking off, but after hearing Salazar praise Cedric, she couldn't help but feel happy.

"His talent is indeed quite remarkable; he's one of the best in the school." Helga deliberately used "school" instead of "academy."

Rice narrowed his eyes slightly: "In Hufflepuff, Cedric is probably the best. He seems to be quite skilled in earth magic, right? That bird-turning spell just now, he must have practiced it for a long time, right?"

Hufflepuff laughed: "Salazar, you've miscalculated. Diggory figured out how to use the soil on his own in no time."

Rice: ?!

He subconsciously thought Helga was putting on a brave face: "You think you can master such a spell in such a short time? Are you kidding me? Someone this smart would be assigned to your academy?"

Of course, being under someone else's roof, he certainly wouldn't say these things aloud, but his expression betrayed him.

"Salazar, believe it or not, Diggory is now in my dungeon, which is equivalent to having a domain—you might not even be able to beat him!"

Hufflepuff had been suppressed for too long by her three old friends when it came to the talent of her successor, so she couldn't help but show off as soon as she accepted a disciple who was enough to make her proud.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Rice said firmly. "Helga, you must be joking. A domain? Are you kidding me?"

While Rice could be somewhat believable at first, with only subtle doubts about Cedric's academy, he completely disbelieved Rice's claim that Cedric had already mastered the field. This was as absurd as a colleague saying that her graduate student had won the Nobel Prize a few days ago.

"Not a real domain—"

"That's impossible!" Rice didn't believe it at all; he knew all too well the difficulty of awakening the realm.

Seeing that Rice didn't believe her, Helga smiled slightly and began to show him her memories.

Old Viper, take a good look, does this count as a domain?

In an instant, Helga's office transformed into an underground city, and Rice witnessed Cedric manipulating the soil.

Rice: !!!

After reading Helga's memories, Rice fell silent. Only one question lingered in his mind: How did she manage that?

If wizards were to be awarded academic certificates, then in Rice's eyes, only those who possess a domain could be called "Doctors." No matter how "shallow" that domain might be, possessing a domain fundamentally distinguishes one from other wizards.

Although Cedric's domain was insignificant, even laughable, in Rice's eyes, thousands of years ago, no one would have objected to him being called a "demigod." At most, they might have made sarcastic remarks, saying that he was the weakest demigod and would be beaten up by the elite among mortals.

This is outrageous! Rice finds it hard to accept this reality.

"How did you do that?" Rice couldn't help but ask.

"Want to know? I can teach you!" Helga smiled simply. "But knowledge requires an equivalent exchange, Salazar, you should understand that."

Rice was speechless. He certainly understood the principle of equivalent exchange, but how could he possibly exchange this level of knowledge for something else?

"You just need to do a few trivial things for me, and I'll share this knowledge with you." Helga's face was full of sincerity: "After all, we're friends."

A surge of emotion rose within Rice: Helga!!!

It is truly amazing that you would be willing to share such supreme wisdom with me!

Greatness needs no further explanation.

I want to apologize for what I thought before!

Rice had her doubts: why was Helga able to come up with such an amazing teaching method when everyone's skill level was about the same? But the scenes she presented were irrefutable proof, leaving Rice no choice but to believe it.

Moreover, each of the four has their own area of ​​expertise, so it's not impossible that Helga suddenly had a breakthrough and discovered a cutting-edge technology—didn't she invent an immortality magic that was almost without flaws?

Huh? It seems I actually have a treasure that I can exchange for something of equal value!

"Helga, how about I trade you immortality magic?" Rice asked, a sudden inspiration striking him.

Surprisingly, Helga refused.

"No, that's not necessary." Her gaze was firm and resolute. "You just need to do me a few small favors!"

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.

First update delivered!

(End of this chapter)