Harry Potter: A Certain Hogwarts Professor Of Magic - Chapter 133

Helene looked away, somewhat abashed. “Almost fifty years ago, I was tricked by a student into telling him the place where the diadem was hidden.”

Felix added from the sidelines, “As far as I know, Voldemort, oh, that’s the name he changed later, Voldemort is superb at fiddling with minds and, more importantly, he’s extremely ambitious and has made more than one Horcrux.”

As for how wicked Voldemort was and what he did in the wizarding world, it simply didn’t matter to Rowena Ravenclaw.

He took the tattered diary out of his ring and handed it to the Lady Ravenclaw.

She stroked the neat scorch marks on the journal, “A fiendfyre curse, a very skilful fiendfyre curse.” She didn’t say anything about the dark magic; in her time, the fiendfyre curse had been used by quite a few people because of its power and counter-curse.

“I also saw traces of magic that belonged to me ….,” Lady Ravenclaw looked up at him.

Felix’s thoughts moved to provide the key information: “Voldemort is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he received the Slytherin legacy of magic.”

“… That so? I did exchange memory magic … with Salazar,” Ravenclaw whispered.

At this moment, Felix suddenly had a flash of light, he took out the magic manuscripts of Lockhart and said tentatively, “These manuscripts came from a professor who graduated from Ravenclaw House, he said he obtained a hidden inheritance-”

Ravenclaw took it and casually flipped through it twice, “It’s my stuff, although it’s been transcribed, who is this guy? How could he be recruited to the school as a professor, his annotations are full of all sorts of lame blunders and delusions of grandeur.”

“He has paid the price,” Felix said briefly, not wasting any time in describing what Lockhart had done, the glow emanating from Helena was getting stronger, “Do you remember where you put this information?” Felix inquired.

Ravenclaw glanced at him: “It should be in the lounge bookcase, I set up some hidden magic, waiting for the latter generation to discover …”

Speaking of which, she waved her manuscript with some confusion: “Is he really a Ravenclaw student? My magic wouldn’t have expired after too long, would it? But I set it to automatically draw on Hogwarts’ overflowing magic, ah …”

This lady is not as daunting as she seems when discussing magic, Felix thought to himself.

His eyes went to the diadem, “Lady Ravenclaw, if you don’t mind, I will be obliged to take it away and find an opportunity to destroy it.”

“With your fiendfyre curse?” Lady Ravenclaw asked.

“It’s very effective.”

“But the diadem will be completely ruined.” Lady Ravenclaw glanced disgustedly at the large hole in the diary and thought for a moment, “I’ll do it.” She poked out her hand, let the diadem float in front of her, scrutinized it for a moment, and tossed it out.

In the pure white space, the magic continued to surge, forming stars and multicoloured rays, which converged behind Lady Ravenclaw, as if draped in a river of stars.

“Go on.” Ms. Ravenclaw said, and the starlight whistled like a tidal wave, forming an exaggerated magic vortex in midair and swallowing the diadem.

In the vortex, an ice blue and bronze magic began to swirl and tear at the diadem, wisps of black gas spilled out of it and were then smashed by the surrounding magic.

A harsh sound rang out, but Lady Ravenclaw reached out and pointed, and the sound suddenly disappeared.

“This?” Felix asked in amazement if he saw it right, this crude approach is-

“I borrowed the magic of the castle to form a vortex that pulls out the souls inside and grinds them apart piece by piece,” Ravenclaw said flatly.

Felix: “…” amazing to have this much magic power.

He asked politely, “Won’t this damage your diadem?” A diadem that could grant a person wisdom is something he would be interested in studying, but his original intention was to do so after he resolved the Horcrux without harm.

“It’s already ruined, the nefarious soul tainted the diadem’s entire wisdom, and I just don’t want to damage its materials.” Lady Ravenclaw said.

Felix looked at the diadem that kept spilling out black smoke in midair and remained silent.

Helena, who had been holding the Lady Ravenclaw, asked, “Felix, don’t you have a lot of problems that you don’t know how to solve? There’s a grandmaster of magic right here.” She winked at Felix and made a gesture: ‘You’re welcome.’

The Ravenclaw smiled at Helena and Felix’s interaction, “Feel free to ask any questions you have, there may not be much time left.” She looked over at Helena, the glow in her body could no longer be hidden.

Once Helena was freed, her mission would be complete.

In the end, she is merely a memory.

Lady Ravenclaw held Helena’s hand in her backhand, trying to delay the process, and Helena gave her a beautiful smile.

Time is limited, and Felix isn’t pushing it, hurrying to ask about the thing he is most interested in-

” Lady Ravenclaw, my first question is: what is memory?”

Ravenclaw looked at him, “You are your memories. Everything in our lives is a memory, except for a thin layer of ‘this moment’.”

Felix said solemnly: “So, whether it’s a person or a soul or an animal, the most important thing, is memory?”

Ravenclaw did not deny: “And what do you think of the ‘here and now or present’? Is it the result of the past, or the beginning of the future?”

The question made Felix scratch his head a little, he wanted to ask about magic, not to discuss philosophy.

He stated his thoughts, “From my point of view, the ‘here and now’ is something I can absolutely grasp; it is in my power, an expression of my will. Or to put it simply – the ‘here and now’ is the ‘choice’.”

The past is beyond pursuit, the future is yet to come, and the key to it all lies in grasping the ‘here and now’.

Ravenclaw nodded and smiled, neither agreeing nor refuting.

Felix waited for a moment, and when he saw that she did not speak, he simply asked straightforwardly what he was most concerned about: “Madam, I want to inject a fictional memory into the Patronus, but there is a violent conflict between the two, in addition, I also want to transfer part of my consciousness into the Patronus … ”

He waved his wand and let his Patronus fly out.

Lady Ravenclaw smiled and beckoned, letting the silver Rainbird land in her hand.

Felix obediently relinquished control of the Patronus, knowing that Lady Ravenclaw would demonstrate it to him.

Her fingers brushed its feathers, and the rain swallow chirped.

“You need to extract the memories correctly.” She said methodically, “Imagine you grab a specific one from a birdhouse full of birds, it may seem difficult, but if each bird has a string tied to its leg, you will do this easily by pulling on the string just from the outside of the birdhouse.”