What kind of feeling was that?
It was as if the time here had been disrupted by something,
Those who had come to collect books in the past..,
One after another..,
They all passed by Jon,
These people were all wearing long robes,
They were wearing hats,
Some of them had become the Great Wizard,
Some of them had become the masters of the Ministry of Magic,
Some of them had become the Black Wizard,
Some of them had become magic scholars.
Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps in the illusion, Jon began to "see" the shadows of these people.
Most of those who no longer existed were students who abided by etiquette here.
They hid their books and notes here, and would also flip through the books and notes left behind by their predecessors here.
He remained silent.
Not a sound was heard.
They had no faces, because faces had no value here, and they did not need to be identified.
There was no point in identifying their identities. Only the things they left here were meaningful.
But..,
"There's really a lot."
Jon opened his eyes, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and began to look at the piles of books opposite him.
Looking around at the piles of books that were half the height of a person, Jon began to doubt life.
The number of books was secondary. The main thing was to find the books that he could use from these books. He reckoned that his waist would not be his waist anymore.
Moreover, without any guidance, it was not easy to find anything in these books.
He felt that he needed a librarian to help.
"I'm really a little genius who knows how to find trouble for myself."
Jon bit his lower lip and began to work.
In any case, he had nothing but time. Besides, it was not a good choice to keep delaying.
First was classification.
There was basically no need to consider books within two hundred years, and there was no need to care about magic books. With Helga around, he did not lack magic teaching, so he mainly focused on the notes of the Wizard before the Middle Ages.
That period was the time when the Hogwarts were the most complicated.
The complexity of the personnel meant that there was enough information to be obtained.
"Rilanci's secret action record?"
Jon looked at the words on the notes in astonishment, a circle of question marks appearing on his face.
Who was Rilanci?
What were they investigating?
Jon tried hard to recall, and finally found this name in his memory.
There was indeed such a person in the Holy See's files.
Rilanci Caterna Nasriri was appointed as a consul of the Holy See's Inquisition in 1297. He advocated that the Wizard should be dealt with seriously, upholding the principle of not letting him go even if he was wrong.
During his reign, the Holy See initiated the third and fourth Wizard Extermination War against the Wizard. This person had once become the greatest threat to all the Wizard. In the end, after losing the fourth war, all of his bones were shattered by the legendary Wizard at that time, Kris Erity. In the end, he starved to death in prison.
To be honest, Jon saw this ending.
He was quite happy.
It was not that he had a dark mind, but that he hated people like Rilanci from the bottom of his soul.
Protectors of light? These fanatics were simply terrifying demons that loved to invade.
Jon began to read the notes with a critical thought. The notes were all about Rilanci. The Wizard's investigators had investigated all of Rilanci's private actions.
At the same time, the notes also included some of the investigator's own speculations about Rilanci's actions.
As well as the Wizard's portrayal of Rilanci's character.
It was much more detailed than the Holy See's records.
Unfortunately,
"That's it? Isn't it too sudden? "
Jon had just begun to read the story of Rilanci and his mistress written by the recorder. He had just reached the most interesting part when it suddenly ended.
"Is it because the plan was terminated?" Jon touched his nose and closed the notes in his hand. "But it's too inhumane to just stop updating. This kind of investigator should be sent to the palace."
Jon put the notes back and began to flip through the other notes.
Unfortunately, most of the notes here were about the investigation and tracking of the big shots of the Holy See at that time, as well as some notes on magic improvements.
Jon hunched over for an afternoon and only found a few notes that could be used.
The notes left by a teacher called Tarot in the 12th century.
The report that a student accidentally stole from the headmaster in the 15th century.
There were a few more special ones.
It was a magazine published in the 16th century called Analysis of Today's Magic. By now, it was obvious that the magazine's publisher had long gone out of business.
Jon only saw the general outline of these things. After all, time was limited, and it was broad daylight, so he could not keep disappearing.
However, knowing the general content proved that these books were useful.
Chown waved his wand and restored the pile of books that he had messed up. Strangely, the dust on the books disappeared as soon as it fell to the ground. It was as if it had never existed.
Carefully wrapping the precious information in a silk handkerchief and stuffing it into the ring, Jon even felt that if he used a little strength, the notes that had been kept from the 12th century to the present would be torn apart.
Should I just leave like this?
Jon's mind was thinking about leaving, but his footsteps went to the other side.
The last time he came, he did not take a good look at the soul tool that was hidden here.
Ravenclaw's Crown, that was the most important relic of the founder.
Jon had always wanted to take back his family's Golden Cup, but now he could only think about it. If he took the crown away first … it should not affect the development of the plot, right?
Jon thought about it and felt that it did not matter.
As long as the main plot was not changed, as long as Voldemort was killed by Harry Potter, then there would not be any big problems.
Moreover, the discovery of the crown was at the end of the plot, so it had no effect on the plot at all.
The only problem was that when Voldemort returned, he might come to see if the soul tool was safe, but at that time, he should not be able to find out that it was him …
Jon held his chin and looked up at the crown hanging on the head of the statue. The golden crown exuded a tempting light, which reminded Jon of Helga's words.
"If you have the help of Loynar's crown, you may be able to improve to a very smart level."
These words echoed in his mind. Jon only felt that the light on the crown was the appearance of wisdom.
He waved his magic wand and used a levitation spell to take the crown down and directly put it on his head.
At that moment, he felt a chill run down the back of his neck.
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