A male sorcerer in a dark green sorcerer's robe sat beside Gryffindor. His brows were slightly furrowed on his monkey-like face, but his dignified expression and exquisite clothes made him look intimidating.
"Why do you want to eat the food of those Muggle missionaries?" Salazar, the oldest of the four, asked casually. Slytherin was more concerned about the establishment of the magic academy. "Loina, you're late. We still have a lot of things to discuss about the establishment of the magic academy."
After several days of lengthy discussions, negotiations, and compromises, they reached an agreement on the establishment of the magic academy. They decided that after the academy was established, they would look for young people who showed signs of magical talent and bring them to the castle to be trained. They would try their best to change the traditional model of a wizard taking in several apprentices.
However, Slytherin suggested that they should be more selective when recruiting students. Not all wizards could be admitted, and it would be best to limit the admission to pure-blood families. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw obviously disagreed. Gryffindor believed that anyone who showed signs of magical talent should be qualified to study at the Hogwarts. Ravenclaw, on the other hand, believed that only those who showed enough intelligence should be admitted to the academy. Obviously, even pure-blood families could not guarantee her this requirement.
But before the three of them could argue, Hufflepuff changed the topic. She thought that it was best to confirm the location and name of the academy before making any other plans, although she personally agreed with Gryffindor's point of view.
"I dreamed that a warthog brought me to the cliff by the lake. I found the place when I was a few days late. It's very suitable to build a castle there, so we can get away from the prying eyes of the Muggle." Ravenclaw's serious face suddenly softened a little. "As for the name of the magic academy, it will be called Hogwarts."
When Allen felt that he was no longer flying forward, the feeling of his navel being hooked finally disappeared. His feet were once again firmly on the ground.
Allen found himself in a familiar yet strange place. This was the secret room left behind by Ravenclaw.
The room in front of him was elegantly decorated, full of exotic artistic beauty. Unlike the white and gold decorations he used when he was a first-year student at the Hogwarts, this room was mainly made of blue and bronze. The room was furnished with exquisite furniture and luxurious carpets, as well as unique art pieces. The top of the tower was round, decorated with ivory and gold. A round crystal chandelier spiraled in the air.
The walls were no longer decorated with scenes from the 15th century's War of the Roses. Instead, they were decorated with Celtic legends such as The Long March for the Bull, The Invasion, and the Gods.
Allen's heart raced. Relying on his familiarity with the tower, he quickly ran to the room where he met Ravenclaw when he was a first-year student.
When he was about to reach it, Allen slowed down. He tidied up his appearance and walked up the stairs. After hesitating for a few minutes, his breathing calmed down. He spread out his left hand and placed it on the door. He looked down at the gap under the door. A faint light seeped out from behind the heavy wooden door. Allen took a deep breath and was about to knock on the door when he heard a faint female voice. "Come in, the door is not closed."
Allen calmed himself down and stepped into the room as the wooden door slowly opened. The large and somewhat cold space was much larger than the room from the outside. The four walls were filled with bookshelves filled with various books and scrolls. Various charms were written in different languages on the back of the thick books.
All kinds of strange bottles of different textures were placed on the tables around the room. Some transparent tubes ran through part of the wall. The white contents in the tubes seemed to be alive, wriggling and boiling.
But even the anti-corrosive magic runes could not stop the faint moldy smell in the room. Along with the spices of the magic herbs and the strange smell of decay, the room smelled like a mixture of Snape's magic potions classroom and library.
Allen immediately saw Ravenclaw sitting behind a large, circular stone desk inlaid with sapphires and carved from an unusually large obsidian. Her back was facing Allen, but she looked thinner than he remembered. The witch was bent over the desk, reading some documents and drawing with a black raven feather pen from time to time.
"Allen, wait a minute. I still have three documents." Ravenclaw did not turn around. Her cold voice was full of majesty.
It was the first time he heard her call his name. The lack of emotion in her voice was completely different from Ravenclaw, who had just said goodbye to him a few minutes ago. This difference made Allen stop in his tracks. He walked to the chair opposite the stone desk, sat down quietly, and waited patiently. But suddenly, a thick, solid magic was emitted from somewhere, and Allen could not help but look around.
Right now, the founder of Eagle Courtyard was sitting in what would be a secret room in the future, but was now her private research room. She was leaning against a huge stone chair made of an unknown material. The chair was covered with a velvet cushion dyed dark blue. When Allen got closer, he realized that the obsidian desk was engraved with many isolation magic runes, so that it was not affected by any external forces or prying eyes that might affect the work of a wizard.
The stone desk itself was polished as smooth as a silver mirror. Allen could see the blue and white Eternal Flame floating on the ceiling, which was reflected on the desk. Allen carefully observed Ravenclaw. She looked to be about 30 years old. Although her eyes were half-closed and not fully opened, her gaze was as sharp as the tip of a spear under the moonlight. It was full of wisdom. Her neatly combed dark brown hair had faded a lot, but she did not wear any headband or crown. Her skin had also begun to fade and become paler. From this, Allen judged that although there should be unnatural factors behind the unnatural color loss, the actual age of Ravenclaw was definitely much older than she looked. It was just that the years seemed to have a special preference for her. At this time, except for the above few points, she was almost the same as the Ravenclaw that Allen had seen in the first grade. It was just that her face was haggard and sickly.
Although she was beautiful, she was so beautiful that no one dared to have the slightest blasphemy. It was even a little intimidating. Her beautiful face frowned slightly. She gently moved the quill and her magic signature appeared on the parchment.
There were a variety of strange and terrifying items scattered on the desk. There were books and scrolls, crucibles and knives for making potions. Some herbs were piled on the parchment that was spread on the stone desk. A few stones that seemed to be full of magic power were carelessly thrown aside. On a cushion, there was a shriveled hand that seemed to have no magic power but was covered by a glass cover engraved with complex magic runes. A few parchment scrolls were piled in front of the witch, which was what Ravenclaw was currently working on. Ravenclaw rolled the parchment into a scroll and casually threw it to one side of the desk. Alan's pupils dilated slightly when he noticed the other pages of a special texture that were neatly stacked on the desk. Each scroll was a thin gold leaf page that was eight inches wide and ten inches long. The silver magic writing moved slowly on the surface as if it was alive. This was the source of the strong magic power.
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