A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 69: memory

Finally, the semester was over, and the little wizards lined up to take the train home, and Hogwarts was mostly empty for a while.

The silence like a snowy morning completely enveloped the entire castle.

Walking in the castle, Felix would occasionally meet a little wizard, but he didn't feel dull at all, but rather peaceful.

He picked a remote place near the frozen Black Lake, used magic to conjure a rocking chair, and lay down comfortably on it. He snapped his fingers lightly, and a cloud of bright blue flames floated above his head.

Felix took out a book from the ring and read it with interest.

What he had in his hand was the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2)". Later generations sorted out the materials left by Rowena Ravenclaw, and divided the content into twelve full volumes according to different categories.

The second volume is Ravenclaw's daily essays, which do not involve specific magical knowledge. From his point of view, it is filled with a lot of nonsense, poetry-like nonsense.

Randomly extract a paragraph——

The stone turned into a bird, chirping. Across the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red plains.

Felix: "..." It was difficult to understand Ms. Ravenclaw's state of mind at that time.

Felix also had the right to be educated as a noble lady when Ravenclaw was young. He has a deep family background and has a special preference for poetry.

But were there any famous poets in that era?

Felix scratched his head a little. He knew that the four founders of Hogwarts were active in the Middle Ages, but it seemed that the poems of that period were inseparable from the category of religious hymns.

He continued to read——

The river said to me, Creator, you have given me a mind, but you have not given me a body. One day, I will merge into the ocean.

Felix: "..."

Thinking about it carefully, it is quite interesting, at least it reads inscrutable.

He didn't bother to think about the trivial words and important meanings in it, but quickly browsed the above text like swallowing a jujube. In less than half an hour, he flipped to the end.

"Tsk!" Felix smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

Isn't it worthy of studying magic without some literary appreciation?

He simply lay on the chair, looked at the snow-covered lake in the distance, and recalled the knowledge he had gained from the diary in the past few days. With his vision, he can completely tell which part is more useful to him. Although the diary hides him in every possible way, and even tries to convey wrong information, but no matter what, what he is facing is that he has not yet left school and still has problems in all aspects. A very immature reserve Dark Lord.

In this regard, Voldemort is somewhat similar to his former self. They all rely on "external forces" to forcibly improve their ability in a single subject, so as to reach a level far beyond their peers.

But when it comes to the understanding and perception of magic, it is still too superficial.

If you have never reached a certain height, you will not have the corresponding experience.

Felix has a close heart. Most wizards spend their whole lives learning other people's magic without any improvement. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.

"Wait, I seem to have thought of something." Felix sat up abruptly, "Birds, rivers, creators, magic, consciousness..."

Felix quickly opened the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2)" and turned to one of the pages. He looked at the familiar text on it——

"The stone turned into a bird, chirping. Across the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red plain."

Would it make sense to think of this little poem as a true record of Ravenclaw's own experience?

The first sentence is unquestionably Transfiguration, perhaps on the whim of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw one day, turning a stone into a beautiful bird.

What does the second sentence say?

Ravenclaw magically manipulated it to make a sound? Felix shook his head, referring to the content of the next two sentences. This legendary bird obviously flew a long distance and brought back a daisy flower.

This is not something Transfiguration can do.

Perhaps, Ravenclaw endowed it with a certain "quality", such as life, soul or something similar, so that it still maintains a certain degree of autonomy after it is out of the scope of casting spells.

He suddenly remembered part of the conversation between himself and the Sorting Hat that day——

"The Sorting Hat, do you remember how you were born?" Felix asked it in his mind.

"Of course, oh, I'm impressed with that," it said cleverly, and then the dirty, battered hat sang in his consciousness.

"That was more than a thousand years ago,

I have just been woven into shape.

There are four famous wizards,

Sworn to raise young wizards to greatness.

These four great wizards,

Different talents and ideas are valued.

It was Gryffindor who figured out a way-

He took me off his head.

The four giants have injected ideas into me,

From now on, I will choose and evaluate! "

……

After the Sorting Hat obtained the thoughts of the Big Four, it almost became an independent living entity.

How similar it is to the bird that flies over mountains and lakes and brings back a daisy flower!

What is the key here? is autonomy. They all show a strong autonomy, just like real life, they can still make their own decisions and complete complex behaviors when they are out of the scope of magic.

How to magically achieve this autonomy?

Excluding "life", "soul" and other fields that he can't touch at all~IndoMTL.com~Felix quickly thought of a way he could achieve—injecting memory.

He just got this part of knowledge from the diary.

Felix swung his wand, and a pebble the size of a palm flew in front of him. Then he lightly tapped his wand on the stone, and the stone quickly turned into a delicate and small swift.

But if you distinguish carefully, you will find that the eyes of this swift are very dull, like a puppet, and every move needs the guidance of a magic wand.

Next, Felix simulated a short memory of "Swift" in his mind. He touched his forehead with his wand, pulling out a silvery, shimmering filament.

Felix incorporated this false memory into Swift's body, and relying on the knowledge given to him by the diary, he combined the two.

He simplified this step as much as possible, just to verify the idea in his heart.

Under his gaze, Swift's eyes became very agile. Without his control, it flapped its wings and staggered into flight.

But in the next second, it fell headlong into the snow, leaving only two legs twitching continuously.

Felix pulled it out, and Swift trudged through the snow, looking like it was a sparrow looking for food in the snow—this was because of the memory he constructed Too bad quality.

But he stared intently at the little guy in front of him.

Almost two or three minutes later, wisps of silvery mist overflowed from the swift's body—the imaginary memory dissipated.

It returned to its dull state.

Felix waved his wand, turning it into a pebble again, lost in thought.