Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

They carried the responsibility of guiding him here—at the prophesied moment.

so...

"It's your friend? I'm sorry... but you should know the role of your flesh and blood. It will only make it more painful."

Looking at the completely dead unicorn beside Yezhi, Ryan said softly.

That's right.

Of course he knew what the Thestral's flesh was good for.

In fact, in his opinion, thestrals and unicorns are very similar magical animals.

While the unicorn is a symbol of life and nature, the Thestral is the exact opposite—it often symbolizes death, and even those who haven't faced it directly cannot see it.

Both of them possess powerful magical powers, which makes their flesh and blood carry a strong curse.

Only the difference is.

Unicorn blood can allow the soul to continue and has powerful magic. Voldemort obviously used this to make his soul powerful, but as a price - the soul of the devourer will suffer forever.

Thestral flesh allows the soul of the deceased to remain within the body, but at the cost of...

"It will become a zombie... You certainly don't want that, right?"

Ryan said softly.

That's right - in the wizarding world, this kind of corpse that is dead but whose soul remains in the body to suffer forever... is called a 'zombie'!

It is a terrible means of punishment, often only used to punish some unscrupulous dark wizards.

Of course, there are also powerful dark wizards who create zombies to attack others.

It is precisely because the flesh of the Thestrals carries such a terrible curse, and its appearance does not look pleasant, that the Thestrals were once regarded as dark creatures.

"Woo!"

But after hearing this, Ye Qi shook his head.

It let out a low cry and tapped the unicorn corpse beside it with its lips.

After being stuffed with the flesh and blood of the Thestral, the unicorn's body began to shrivel up - this is one of the symptoms of becoming a zombie!

"Woo!"

Then, the Thestral howled again.

It raised its head and gestured in the direction behind Ryan.

So Ryan turned around and looked.

He saw the giant tree growing in the lake.

"That tree you want me to go to?"

He looked at the Thestral in front of him, thoughtful.

Ryan looked at the Thestral: "Do you think it can let me help you... no - help it?"

As he spoke, he looked at the unicorn's already dead body.

When Ye Qi heard this, he made another "Woo" sound.

Its voice seemed to be getting more impatient.

So Ryan didn't ask any more questions.

He turned and headed towards the lake and giant tree in the center of the nursery.

But when he got closer to the tree, he was surprised to find that.

The colorful pool in the center of the nursery is not a pool at all.

"...the land of plenty?"

Those colorful, flowing pools—they are all fertile lands.

So Ryan stepped onto the lake.

His shoes stepped on the lake water, causing colorful ripples to appear on the water like rubber.

"The magic is too powerful, and the millennia it has existed are too long—the powerful magic even imbues the soil with incredible properties."

Ryan whispered softly.

He could feel the magic within the fertile soil and the constant connection with the giant tree.

The magic within the Fertile Land continued to flow into the giant tree, and then the tree seeped it back into the earth.

"Hufflepuff teacher...she made it!?"

So Ryan vaguely guessed the truth.

Hufflepuff may have succeeded – she's created a magical plant that can carry the power of the Earth of Plenty!

But what makes Ryan regretful is... he was ultimately unable to fulfill his promise with the Hufflepuff teacher and witness its birth with his own eyes!

Soon, Ryan arrived under the giant tree.

Then he saw, beneath the huge tree...

The powerful magic within the fertile soil spread to the base of the tree, growing fine, colorful moss on the tree.

They intertwine, outlining a line of ancient text.

“Per vitalitatem ad omnium animas (From this life force, all living things will be born).”

Ryan softly recited the words he had never heard before - they were very similar to the motto he heard when he first met the teachers.

But just as he was reading this...

"Buzz!"

He saw an exquisite door suddenly appear on the huge tree in front of him.

There is a painting carved on the gate.

It was a painting of a mouse-like creature holding a seed in its mouth, emerging from under a square object.

But Ryan recognized it—it wasn't a rat, it was a mud badger.

It was emerging from beneath a rock, like a memory emerging from Ryan's heart.

"Oh..."

Then he showed an expression of nostalgia and sadness.

But the next moment, he heard a sound.

"Little Ryan, this expression is unlike you - I taught you to smile at all times... A smile brings a good mood to the day, while sadness does the opposite."

As the door opened.

That gentle, familiar, and kind voice was like a spark that ignited Ryan's memory.

"I remember this was your favorite painting. I thought you'd be very surprised if I gave it to you as a gift to welcome you back."

He saw the witch.

She was wearing an ancient yellow wizard robe that dated back thousands of years, and a wizard hat with mushrooms and trees carved on it.

Her slightly plump face is full of wisdom and gentleness.

"Oh, you're mistaken. It's certainly not my most satisfying painting... I have many more great works!"

So Ryan answered.

He suppressed his voice and smiled as the other party said.

"But you're right—I'm really surprised... the most surprised I've ever been."

"I can't tell you how happy I am right now, Mr. Hufflepuff."

That's right.

Not in ancient memories, not in mysterious prophecies, not in the visions of the Mirror of Erised.

A thousand years have passed.

He saw Helga Hufflepuff in person again.

Chapter 95: The Greatest Work, the Transformation of Life! (2.6K words, second update)

After entering the door on the giant tree, Ryan came to the space inside the giant tree.

This place was obviously cast with a traceless expansion spell, and it was a rather huge platform.

The platform is surrounded by tree roots, and in the center of the platform stands a round table carved from a whole ash root knot and two wooden chairs.

The round table was filled with food - strawberry cake, moonflower milkshake, silver jug ​​frosted pudding, cherry blossom cake... and of course fish and chips!

They gave off a smell Ryan hadn't seen in a long time.

That's Hufflepuff craftsmanship.

"You look a little hungry?"

Meanwhile, Hufflepuff was sitting on a chair.

She smiled at Ryan who was wolfing down his food and spoke softly.

"Indeed—I haven't eaten much today."

Ryan said as he swallowed his food, "I met a dark wizard today, a very powerful dark wizard... I fought him, but this body is too disadvantageous."

He said, "It's a pity that he escaped in the end - he cut his own soul and made seven Horcruxes... I dare say that if Mr. Slytherin were still alive, he would definitely catch him and study why his soul is so special!"

He said so, and Hufflepuff nodded in agreement: "Indeed, Salazar would definitely do that."

She said gently, "But you don't have to worry... You are the best. You will be able to defeat him sooner or later. He will not be your opponent."

"But you need to be more careful and not put yourself in dangerous situations all the time."

She said this.

"..."