Chapter 610 Founder of Yingyuan (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Silver Alliance Leader Ai Ai)

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?" he asked casually. As the eldest of the four, Salazar Slytherin was more concerned about the establishment of the school, "Roena, you It’s late, we still have many things 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 a magic school, and decided that after the school was built, they would look for young people with magical talents and bring them to the castle to train them. ——Try to change the previous traditional model of one wizard leading several apprentices.

However, Slytherin proposed that they should be more selective when recruiting students. Not all wizards can enter, and it is best to limit it to pure-blood families. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw obviously disagreed, and Gryffindor was convinced. , anyone who shows magical talent should be eligible to study at Hogwarts; and Ravenclaw believes that only those who show enough intelligence can enter the school - and obviously pure blood cannot guarantee this for her. Require.

But before the three of them could argue, Hufflepuff changed the subject. She thought it would be 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 took me to a cliff by the lake. I found the place a few days late, which was perfect for building a castle there, away from the prying eyes of Muggles." Ravenclaw On Lao's serious face, the corners of his lips suddenly softened a little, "As for the name of the magic school we are going to build, it will be called - Hogwarts."

When Allen felt that he was finally no longer flying forward, the feeling of being hooked in his navel finally disappeared, and his feet were firmly on the ground again.

Allen found himself in a very familiar yet strange 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 decoration when I entered Hogwarts in my first year. They are mainly composed of blue and bronze. The interior has exquisite furniture, luxurious carpets, and unique artworks. The top of the tower is round and decorated with ivory and gold. The rounded curved crystal chandelier forms a staircase spiral in the air.

The tops of the surrounding walls no longer depict scenes from the Wars of the Roses in the 15th century, but are instead painted with legends from Celtic mythology such as "The Long March for the Cattle" or "The Invasion and the Gods".

Allen's heart beat faster. Relying on his familiarity with the tower, he quickly rushed to the room where he met Ravenclaw in the first grade.

When he was about to arrive, Allen slowed down. He straightened his appearance and clothes, and then walked up the steps. After hesitating for several minutes, his breathing calmed down, and he spread the five fingers of his left hand against the door. , looking down at the gap under the door, a faint light 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 inside as the wooden door opened slowly and automatically in front of him - this huge and somewhat cold space was much larger than what the room could accommodate from the outside, with the four walls inside filled to the brim. The bookshelf is filled with various books and scrolls, and various spells are written in different languages ​​on the backs of their thick books.

Various strange-shaped bottles and jars of different textures were placed on the tables around the room. The white contents in some transparent tubes that penetrated part of the wall seemed to be alive, constantly squirming, rolling and boiling inside.

But even if there are magic words to prevent corrosion, it can't stop the faint musty smell floating in the space of this room. The spices of the potion and the strange smell of decay make this room smell a bit strange. The smell of Nap's Potions classroom mixed with that of the library.

Allen immediately spotted Ravenclaw sitting behind a huge wrap-around stone desk inlaid with sapphires and carved from surprisingly large obsidian. Her back was turned to Allen at this time, but her back looked thinner than she remembered. She was looking at some information at the desk and sketching with a black raven quill from time to time.

"Alan, wait a minute, I still have the last three documents." The cold voice of Ravenclaw, who did not look back, was full of majesty.

It was the first time he heard the other party calling his name, and the tone that seemed a little devoid of emotion was completely different from the attachment expressed by Ravenclaw who had just said goodbye to him a few minutes ago. This gap made Allen's steps stagnant, and he was confused. Arriving at the chair opposite the stone table, he sat down quietly and waited patiently, but there was a strong and substantial magic emanating from somewhere that made Allen couldn't help but look around for detection.

Now the founder of the Eagle Academy is sitting in this room that will be used as a secret room in the future and is now considered her private research room, leaning on a huge stone chair made of unknown material, with a decorative panel dyed dark blue on it. Upholstered in fine velvet. After getting closer, Allen discovered that the obsidian desk was engraved with many isolation magic words, which protected it from any power or prying eyes from the outside world that would affect the wizard's work.

The stone tabletop itself is polished as smooth as a silver mirror. Allen could see the eternal flames floating on the ceiling emitting this blue-white light floating slowly, and they were reflected on the table. Allen looked at Ravenclaw at this time. She looked about thirty years old. Although her eyes were half-squinted and not fully opened, UU readingｗww.uukanshu.net, her slightly downward gaze revealed that she was like The tip of the spear in the moonlit night is as sharp and sparkling, full of wisdom. Her meticulously combed dark brown hair became much lighter in color, but she did not wear any headbands or crowns. Her skin also began to fade and become paler. Allen judged from this that although these unnatural discoloration should have unnatural factors, Ravenclaw's actual age at this time must be much older than she looked, but time seemed to be particularly partial to her. At this time Except for the above points, she is almost the same as the Ravenclaw whom Allen remembered in the first grade, except that her face was haggard and sickly.

She was certainly beautiful at this time, but she was so beautiful that people looked up to her without daring to feel any blasphemy, and even a little intimidating. Her beautiful face frowned slightly, her quill slid gently, and her magical signature appeared on the parchment.

Scattered on the table are a variety of messy and vaguely regular items with a spooky and strange style: various books and scrolls; potion-making cauldrons and cutters, and some herbs piled on the leather paper spread on the stone table. Above; a few magical-looking stones were carelessly discarded aside; a withered human hand that looked non-magical on a soft cushion was covered by a glass cover engraved with complex magic inscriptions; several parchment scrolls were piled on top. The witches lie ahead - and that's what Ravenclaw is currently focusing their efforts on. Ravenclaw rolled the parchment into a scroll and threw it casually on the side of the desk. When Allen noticed several other pages of special texture neatly stacked on her table, his pupils dilated slightly. Each scroll was eight inches. The thin gold foil page is ten inches wide and long, and the silver magic writing slowly moves on the surface, as if it is alive - this is the source of the strong magic.