Chapter 610: Founder of Eagle Academy
A wizard wearing dark green wizard robes also sat next to Gryffindor. His monkey-like face frowned slightly, but his majestic expression and exquisite clothes made him look imposing.
"Why do you want to eat the food of those Muggle missionaries?" I asked casually, as the oldest of the four - Salazar Slytherin was more concerned about the establishment of the school, "Rowena, you It's late, we still have a lot to negotiate about the establishment of the magic school."
After several days of long discussions, negotiations and compromises, they reached an agreement on the establishment of the magic school, and decided to look for young people who showed magical talents after the school was built, and bring them to the castle to train them well. ——Try to change the previous traditional model of a wizard leading several apprentices.
However, Slytherin suggested that they should be more picky when recruiting students. Not all wizards can enter, and it is best to limit them to pure-blood families. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw obviously disagree, and Gryffindor is sure , anyone who demonstrates a gift for magic should be eligible to study at Hogwarts; and Ravenclaw believes that only those who demonstrate enough intelligence and intelligence can enter the school-and obviously pure blood can't ensure this for her. Require.
But before the three of them could quarrel, Hufflepuff changed the subject. She thought it best to confirm the address and name of the school before making other plans - although she personally agreed with Gryffindor's point of view.
"I dreamed that a warthog led me to the cliffs by the lake. I found that place a few days late, and it was a very suitable place to build a castle there, away from the prying eyes of Muggles." Ravenk On Law's serious face, the corners of his lips softened suddenly, "As for the name of the magic school we want to establish, it will be called Hogwarts."
When Allen felt that he was finally no longer flying forward, the subsequent feeling of being hooked by his navel finally disappeared, and his feet were firmly on the ground again.
Allen found himself in a familiar yet unfamiliar place—this was the secret room left by Ravenclaw.
The decoration in the room in front of me is elegant and full of exotic artistic beauty. It is different from the white and gold decorations I used when I entered Hogwarts in my first year. They are mainly composed of blue and bronze. The interior has exquisite furniture and luxurious carpets, and unique works of art. The top of the tower is round, decorated with ivory and gold, and the round curved crystal chandelier is in the shape of a staircase spiral in the air.
The tops of the surrounding walls are no longer scenes from the War of the Roses period in the 15th century, but are painted with some legends in Celtic mythology such as "The Long March to Seize the Bull" or "The Invasion and the Gods".
Allen's heart beat faster, and relying on his familiarity with the tower, he quickly ran to the room where he met Ravenclaw in the first year.
When he was about to walk, Allen slowed down instead. He tidied up his appearance and attire, and just walked up the steps. After hesitating for a few minutes, his breathing became smooth, and he spread the five fingers of his left hand against the door , looking down at the gap under the door, a faint light door was revealed from behind the heavy wooden door, Allen took a breath and was about to knock on the door, when a vague female voice came from inside the door: "Come in, the door is not closed. "
Allen settled himself down, and stepped into the wooden door that opened slowly and automatically in front of him-this huge and somewhat gloomy space was much larger than the space that this room could accommodate from the outside, and the four walls inside were filled with Bookshelves filled with all kinds of books and scrolls, with various spells written in different languages on their thick-skinned backs.
All kinds of grotesque bottles and jars of different textures are placed on the tables around the room, and the white contents in some transparent tubes that run through part of the wall seem to be alive, wriggling and boiling inside.
But even the anti-corrosion rune can't stop the faint musty smell floating in the space of this room.
Under the spice smell and weird rotten smell of potion ingredients, the room smelled like Snape's potions classroom and library mixed together.
Allen saw Ravenclaw sitting behind a huge surrounding stone desk inlaid with sapphires and carved from surprisingly large obsidian at a glance. She turned her back to Allen at this time, but her back looked thinner than she remembered. She was leaning over her desk looking at some documents and drawing with a black raven quill from time to time.
"Alan, wait a minute, I still have the last three documents." Ravenclaw's cold voice was full of majesty without looking back.
It was the first time I heard the other party call my name, and the tone that seemed a little lacking in emotion was completely different from the nostalgia expressed by Ravenclaw who just said goodbye to him a few minutes ago. Arrived at the chair opposite the stone table, sat down quietly, and waited patiently, but a strong and substantial magic power emanating from nowhere made Allen couldn't help but look around and detect it.
Now the founder of Eagle Academy is sitting in this room that will be used as a secret room in the future, but now it is her private research room, leaning on a huge stone chair made of unknown material. Upholstered in fine velvet. After getting closer, Allen discovered that there were many isolated runes engraved on the obsidian desk, making it immune to any external forces or prying eyes that would affect the wizard's work.
The stone tabletop itself is polished as smooth as a silver mirror. Allen could see the blue-white inextinguishable flames floating on the ceiling slowly floating, and they were reflected on the table. Allen looked at Ravenclaw at this time, and she looked about thirty years old. Although her eyes were half-closed and not fully opened, the sight that looked down slightly revealed that it was as sharp as the tip of a gun in a moonlit night. , Glittering, full of light of wisdom. The color of the meticulously combed dark brown hair has faded a lot, but she doesn't wear any headbands or crowns, and her skin has begun to fade and become paler. Allen judged from this that although these unnatural discolorations should have unnatural factors, Ravenclaw's actual age at this time must be much older than her appearance, but the years seem to be particularly partial to her. Except for the above points, she is almost the same as the Ravenclaw that Alan saw in the first grade in his memory, except that his face is haggard and sick.
She is certainly beautiful at this time, but she is so beautiful that people look up to her, and she dare not have the slightest blasphemy, even a little daunting. Her beautiful face frowned slightly, the quill lightly slid, and her magic official signature appeared on the parchment.
Spread out on the table are a variety of messy and vaguely stacked objects with a horror and peculiar style: various books and scrolls; crucibles and cutters for making potions, some herbs are stacked on the leather paper laid on the stone table several magical-looking stones were casually discarded aside; a shriveled human hand that did not appear to possess magical power was covered by a glass cover engraved with complex runes on a cushion; several parchment scrolls were piled up in the The Witch is right ahead - and that's what Ravenclaw is currently focusing on, too. Ravenclaw rolled the circle of parchment into a scroll and threw it on the side of the desk at random. When Alan noticed the other pages of special texture stacked neatly on her desk, his pupils dilated slightly. Each scroll was eight inches in length. A thin gold leaf page ten inches wide and long, with silver magic writing slowly moving on its surface, as if alive-this is the source of the strong magic power exuding.