"Helga … Did she have any wishes?" Allen suddenly changed the topic to the deceased Helga. On Hufflepuff.
"My mentor had always said that she hoped that Hogwarts could live up to its name of being the best magic school in the world. Speaking of which, I don't know why she suddenly went to Holy Rome before she passed away," Bonnie said in confusion. "We are the best school! Although it was said that there was a woman named Nerida in the former Bulgarian region of the Eastern Roman Empire? Vokanova's witches seem to have recently established a magic academy near Scandinavia, but it's not on the same level as our Hogwarts. "
Allen remained silent for a long while. He knew that Helga had probably gone to see Loina when she knew that she was nearing the end of her lifespan. Her wish should be that the downhill path of the Hogwarts under the leadership of Dumbledore and his previous headmasters could be improved as Allen had described to her and Gryffindor.
His gaze landed on the wall behind Bonnie. Apparently, Hogwarts still didn't have the custom of hanging the principal's portrait on the wall. The portraits of the four founders weren't on the wall.
"Didn't Helga leave any portraits?" Allen asked regretfully.
"Ah! If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. There is indeed one. The teacher said that he would leave it for you, so I have been keeping it very carefully. " Bonnie didn't use magic. Instead, she got up and walked to a large cabinet. She tapped on the magic lock with her wand. The complicated chains clanged and the cabinet opened automatically. Bonnie carefully took out a portrait with a brown wooden frame. "But Mentor will only come out occasionally when she's picking vegetables in the garden. She won't be able to hear us if we call her from outside."
Helga's arrangement wasn't out of Allen's expectation. It was said that Hufflepuff's common room and dormitory had never been seen by outsiders for more than a thousand years. Just like their badger, Hufflepuff knew how to hide and protect himself.
In the portrait, a half-basement tavern was transformed from a huge oak tree and a mud hole. Half of the tavern was underground and the other half was above ground. The entire tavern was surrounded by a large oak tree. The roof was covered with thick green grass, and the magic garden grew on the thick layer of soil on the roof of the tavern.
"Helga's Midnight Tavern." Allen's face was full of memories.
"Although I was often scolded by the teacher for being clumsy, those days were really relaxing and beautiful." Bonnie recalled her childish and clumsy look. "Do you want to try my skills now? I promise that I won't burn anything. "
"Then I won't stand on ceremony. If you're free later, make me some pudding. Someone likes it very much. Oh yeah, how's Tracy, the one who cooked food raw?" Allen thought that he was about to bring Luna back, so he asked Bonnie for some pudding made with the materials of this era. Even if the process was exactly the same, Allen didn't have the confidence to make the same taste in his era because of the difference in the amount of materials.
"Last time, I didn't dare to talk to you too much because of my immaturity. Actually, Tracy left the teacher before the Hogwarts were built. I heard that she went to France. Unfortunately, she didn't stay long. She didn't have the time to learn many things." Although this fellow disciple of Bonnie's wasn't friendly to her back then, she would only feel some nostalgia when she heard this name now.
"From the fact that she always served the food before it was cooked, Tracy was too impatient. You're just the opposite. You're always worried that you'll give people a stomachache if the food isn't cooked properly, so even the half-cooked food would become fully cooked in your hands. Bonnie, that's why Helga thought highly of you. You have the potential of being a Hufflepuff in your bones." Allen spun the teacup in his hand. He looked at Bonnie who was a little shy because of the praise. "Do you remember the Muggle bard who often came to the tavern to eat and sang to pay for his food?"
"Of course I remember. He brought us many relaxing and cozy times. His singing was not bad." Bonnie smiled easily and hummed a few songs that the bard often sang.
"I saw his descendant on the battlefield of Muggle this time. His character was very outstanding, but after he was forced to do some disgraceful things, he lost his life to atone for his sins." Allen took out the gem that contained the soul of Alou Tayloff. "I haven't thought of how to deal with his soul. Why don't we make him a regular tavern patron in the portrait?"
Bonnie was still a little uncomfortable with how Alan played with Muggle souls so casually. However, after learning some information about this Sorcerer who didn't seem to age through her mentor, Bonnie knew that he wasn't a Dark Sorcerer who had completely fallen to the dark side. He was just like many Ravenclaw who didn't care about research and life. Looking at the familiar red-haired man flashing in the gem, she didn't say much in the end and nodded in agreement, even though she didn't know how Alan was going to make a portrait with a soul.
After that, Bonnie led Merlin to the kitchen and asked the house elf to bring some painting tools to Allen.
Allen, who was left in the vice-principal's office, put the portrait of Midnight Tavern in front of him again. He picked up the gem with the soul of Alou Tayloff and began to recall the knowledge related to the portrait and soul magic.
The portraits of Hogwarts could speak and move from one frame to the other, acting in accordance with the person in the portrait. However, their ability to communicate with people had nothing to do with the skills of the painter. It was based on the strength of the real person in the portrait. The person in the portrait could use the favorite words of the model and imitate their every move.
That was why Sir Cadogan's portrait was always declaring war on people. Falling off his horse and his movements were very unbalanced. This was the impression that the poor painter of his portrait had left on him. The portrait of the Fat Lady, on the other hand, had loved delicious food, good wine, and tight security for many years after the death of the hero. However, these portraits couldn't carry on a deeper conversation about their lives. They were only two-dimensional, and only represented the image of the hero in the eyes of the artist.
Some portraits could carry on a considerable amount of communication with the living world. In a tradition that hadn't yet been established in Hogwarts, the future principals would ask someone to paint their portrait before they passed away. After the portrait was completed, the principal would lock it up. If they wished, they would open the cupboard periodically to visit it. They would teach the person in the portrait to imitate their own behavior and impart all sorts of useful memories or knowledge to it. This information could then be used by the succeeding principals for the next few centuries.
In Allen's time, some of the in-depth knowledge and insights of the past principals' portraits were only known to the current principals and a small number of students. When someone came to visit, the person in the portrait would take a nap, which was mostly an act.
But the most important thing was that, even if they could communicate and think, these portraits had no soul. What Allen needed to do now was to bind the soul of Aeolus Tayloff to his portrait. This wasn't a big problem for Allen, who had read the Netherese Scroll and knowledge of the soul. On the contrary, it was quite difficult for Allen, who had never formally studied painting. Fortunately, with his fine muscle control and photographic memory, after a few practice sessions, Allen was finally able to start.
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