Although the reporters were a little disappointed that they did not get Ravenclaw's favor, they did not mention that the founder of Hogwarts, Rona Ravenclaw, was somehow still alive and might even become a true god. Just the fact that Allen Harris received a phoenix from Ravenclaw in St. Mungo's Magic Hospital was enough to shake the entire magic world. Before this, there were only two phoenixes tamed by wizards in the world, and after tonight, there would be the third.
They hurriedly set up their cameras, and many of them extended their microphones to Allen and began to ask questions.
"I'm sorry, everyone." Allen politely waved his hand and refused. "Let's talk outside. It's disrespectful to be interviewed here, Lady Ravenclaw."
The crowd who had witnessed the various' miracles' just now all agreed. A group of people rushed out of the room. Allen went straight to the platform that connected the fourth and fifth floor before stopping. The reporters immediately surrounded him again, and an endless stream of questions were thrown at Allen, who had just become a god.
The red-faced wizard did not go out with the crowd. He stayed in the room and looked at Ravenclaw's altar, looking a little lonely. Ravenclaw's miracles were indeed real, and the power he felt just now was completely different from magic, which made him even more uneasy …
"Until just now, you really believed in my existence." An ethereal and stern female voice was heard, and the altar emitted a faint blue light again.
Upon hearing the voice, the red-faced sorcerer's gloomy eyes widened. He looked at the altar abruptly, suddenly realizing from his trembling body that had succumbed to her power that Lady Loynar Ravenclaw had manifested her divinity once more.
The wizard's lips were tightly shut. He had no reason to refute. He looked at the altar suspiciously, suspecting that his thoughts had been seen through. He frantically activated Brain Seal. He had been here for so long, but his daily prayers were not enough to withstand Allen Harris's appearance. He was filled with indignation, and felt that Ravenclaw's choice might be unfair. Ravenclaw's words were obviously an answer to his suspicions.
He was a smart man. He knew very well that even without Ravenclaw's explanation, even though he had been praying in front of the altar every day, and was the first to arrive and the last to leave, seemingly devout, until he personally experienced Ravenclaw's power and witnessed the miracles, he truly believed that Ravenclaw truly existed. Moreover, his suspicions were cynical in nature. From these aspects, he was indeed no more devout than the others.
But why would Lady Ravenclaw explain herself to him? Why would the prideful deity reply to his suspicions when the three candidates were personally chosen by her?
"Because you're a staff member of the academy I founded, Severus Snape."
Snape, the Hogwarts Black Demon Defense Professor who used the compound decoction to disguise himself, was now as pale as his original appearance after staying in the basement all year round without sunlight. It was the first time in decades that his thoughts had been seen through. He was horrified to find that his Brain Seal spell was useless at this moment.
Without waiting for the emotionally disturbed Snape to respond, the stern female voice sounded again, "There is something that will weaken when it is owned by many people. When no one owns it, it will die. What is it?"
Snape understood why Lady Ravenclaw had responded to him. He knew that she was giving him a chance. He did not have the habit of being suspicious and careful. He casually wiped away the cold sweat on his eyelids and lowered his head to think about the answer to the riddle.
"Glory? That old monkey Salazar will be very happy that the dean of his academy has such thoughts about Slytherin. " Ravenclaw's stern voice had a hint of sarcasm, just like how Snape mocked others in class. "It's a close answer. But just like the glory of the Sir Merlin Legion, more and more people receive it every year, but it doesn't weaken. You're indeed a Slytherin, but I'm Ravenclaw."
Snape pursed his lips tightly. He knew that his Brain Seal spell was useless in front of Lady Ravenclaw, and she was obviously giving him an extra chance by denying his answer before he even opened his mouth. However, her arrogant attitude allowed Snape, who was used to being arrogant, to temporarily break through her mental suppression. He was a little annoyed, but when he thought of his own goal, he had to suppress his anger and carefully think according to Lady Ravenclaw's hints. He recalled the questions revealed by the eagle-shaped bronze door knocker in the famous Ravenclaw common room. He realized that Lady Ravenclaw's riddles never had only one correct answer. She never asked about things like mathematics, or the rigid questions that Snape himself set up under Dumbledore's instructions when he was in first grade with Harry and the others. Her questions and answers were full of philosophy. As long as you could convince the eagle ring, you would be right. There was no such thing as a standard answer.
"Secret. My answer is a secret, Lady." Snape, who was far better at this than most pure-bloods, chose another answer that he thought was closer to Ravenclaw's style. He looked at the altar confidently and waited for the other party's reaction. But in fact, even at this moment, he was still doubtful of the other party's identity. Even if the other party was the real Rona Ravenclaw, Snape still suspected that the other party might have grasped some power that ordinary wizards did not know about, allowing him to keep it in reserve until now.
"A secret is indeed a good answer. The more people who know about it, the less mysterious it will be." Ravenclaw said. "Wizard, you have many secrets, but the one you are asking for now is to find my chosen, Allen Harris."
"Lady, I think I got it right. Don't you want to know my wish first?" Snape tried his best to control his tone. His voice sounded a little stifled, and his eyes were full of suspicion. He had not even said his wish, and she was already sending him to find Allen Harris?
"My chosen can solve the problem you want to solve for Gryffindor." A casual voice came from the mouth of the statue.
Snape was starting to get used to the fact that she could probe the secrets in his mind. Dumbledore could not do anything about the soul vessel in Harry's mind, and could only guide Harry to sacrifice himself when the time was right. Could Allen Harris do it? However, he had already obtained the Potioneering Professor that he desired. He gave a neat adept's salute to the statue on the altar and left without a word. The black robe on his body billowed as he strode away.
"Next, it's for the one you want."
The statue's question stopped Snape in his tracks, but he did not turn his head back. He replied with his unique and annoying voice, "Lady, I have long since asked for nothing."
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