A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Finally, the semester was over, the little wizards lined up to get on the train home, and Hogwarts was half empty for a while.

The silence of the early morning after the heavy snow completely enveloped the entire castle.

Felix walked in the castle and occasionally encountered a little wizard, but he did not feel dull at all, but felt very peaceful.

He picked a remote place near the frozen black lake, used magic to conjure a rocking chair, and lay down comfortably on it. He snapped his fingers lightly, and a bright blue flame floated above his head.

Felix took out a book from the ring and read it with great interest.

In his hand is the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume II)". Later generations have sorted out the materials left by Rowena Ravenclaw and divided the content of twelve volumes according to different categories.

The second volume is Ravenclaw's daily essays, and does not involve specific magical knowledge. From his perspective, it is filled with a lot of hazy, poetry-like ravings.

A random excerpt -

The stone turned into a bird, twittering. Across mountains and lakes, it brings back the daisy flowers on the red plains.

Felix: "..." It's hard to understand Ms. Ravenclaw's state of mind at that time.

Felix is ​​also right when Ravenclaw was educated as a noble lady when he was young. He has a family background and has a special preference for poetry.

But were there any famous poets of that era?

Felix scratched his head a little. He knew that the four founders of Hogwarts were active in the Middle Ages, but it seemed that the poetry of that period was inseparable from the category of religious chants.

He continued to read—

The river said to me, O Creator, you have given me a mind, but you have not given me a body. One day, I will blend into the ocean.

Felix: "..."

Thinking about it carefully, it is still quite artistic, at least it is unfathomable to read.

He didn't bother to ponder the small words and righteousness in it, but quickly browsed the words above like swallowing dates. In less than half an hour, he turned to the end.

"Tsk!" Felix smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

Don't you deserve to study magic if you don't have some literary appreciation ability?

He simply lay on the chair, looked at the lake covered in ice and snow in the distance, and recalled the knowledge he had obtained from the diary in the past few days. With his eyes, he can fully distinguish which part is more useful to him. Although the diary covers him in every possible way, and even tries to convey wrong information, no matter what, what he is facing is that he has not left the school and is still in all aspects. Very immature reserve Dark Lord.

At this point, Voldemort is a bit like himself in the past. They all used "external forces" to forcibly improve their single-subject abilities, so as to reach a level far beyond their peers.

But when it comes to understanding and comprehension of magic, it is still too shallow.

If you have not reached a certain height, you will not have the corresponding experience.

Felix has a heart, and most wizards spend their whole lives learning other people's magic without any improvement. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.

"Wait, I seem to have thought of something." Felix sat up suddenly, "Bird, river, creator, magic, consciousness..."

Felix quickly opened the Ravenclaw Manuscripts (Volume II), turned to one of the pages, and looked at the familiar words on it—

"The stone turned into a bird, twittering. Across mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red plains."

Does it make sense to think of this little poem as Ravenclaw's true record of his own experience?

The first sentence was undoubtedly Transfiguration, maybe Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, on a whim one day, turned a stone into a beautiful bird.

What does the second sentence say?

Ravenclaw uses magic to control it to make sounds? Felix shook his head, referring to the content of the last two sentences, this legendary bird obviously flew a long distance and brought back a daisy flower.

This is not something Transfiguration can do.

Perhaps, it was Ravenclaw who gave it some "quality", such as life, soul, or something similar, so that it still maintained a certain degree of autonomy after it was out of the range of spellcasting.

He suddenly remembered part of his conversation with the Sorting Hat that day—

"The Sorting Hat, do you remember how you were born?" Felix asked it in his mind.

"Of course, oh, I'm impressed," it said tactfully, and then the dirty, tattered hat sang in his consciousness.

"That was over a thousand years ago,

I just got woven into shape.

There are four famous wizards,

Vows to nurture young wizards to perfection.

These four great wizards,

The talent that is valued varies from person to person.

It was Gryffindor who figured it out-

He took me off his head.

The Big Four have injected me with ideas,

From now on, it's up to me to choose and evaluate! "

...

After the Sorting Hat obtained the ideas of the Big Four, he almost became an independent living entity.

What a resemblance to the little bird that flew over mountains and lakes and brought back a daisy flower!

What's the key here? is autonomy. They all show strong autonomy, just like real life, they can still make decisions by themselves and complete complex behaviors when they are out of the scope of magic.

How to achieve this autonomy in a magical way?

After removing the areas of "life" and "soul" that he could not touch at all, Felix quickly thought of a way he could achieve - injecting memory.

He happened to get this part of knowledge from the diary.

Felix waved his wand and let a slap-sized pebble fly in front of him, and then he tapped his wand on the stone, which quickly turned into a delicate, small swift.

But if you distinguish carefully, you will find that this swift's eyes are very rigid, like a puppet, and every move needs the guidance of a wand.

Next, Felix simulated a short memory of "Swift" in his mind. He touched his forehead with his wand and pulled out a silver, shimmering filament.

Felix incorporated this false memory into Swift's body and relied on the knowledge the diary gave him to bring the two together.

He simplified this step as much as possible, just to verify his own thoughts.

Under his gaze, Swift's eyes became very smart. Without his control, it flapped its wings and staggered into flight.

But the next second, it plunged headlong into the snow, leaving only its two legs twitching.

Felix dragged it out, and the Swift trudged through the snow with a jump, and it looked like a sparrow foraging in the snow—this is because his memory was too poor .

But he stared intently at the little guy in front of him.

After almost two or three minutes, strands of silver mist escaped from the swift's body - the fictitious memory dissipated.

It reverted to its dull state again.

Felix waved his wand and turned it back into a pebble, lost in thought.