A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Professor Bathsheda nodded with satisfaction and finally turned and left. Rogge breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned on the table with some exhaustion.

"Are you so tired?" Hermione asked softly, "You are obviously very strong, why are you so tired using a chisel?"

Rogge raised his head and looked at Hermione, his eyes filled with helplessness. He picked up the chisel and whispered, "It's just because of the strength that I can't feel it when I hold it."

He was on the verge of tears, so he secretly pulled out his wand while Professor Bathsheda was instructing others.

Hermione's eyes widened and she warned, "The professor won't let us use wands."

"Shh, I'm not trying to use a magic wand." Rogge hissed softly, and then with a flick of the wand, the wooden board on the table turned into a carving knife.

In Hermione's surprised eyes, Roger pinched it and quickly completed the carving of the second runic number.

Hermione came over, looked at the numbers that Roger had just carved, and shook her head: "Look, the lines left by the carving knife are completely different from the evil birds carved by the chisel. If this clay tablet was placed in ancient times, it would definitely not be the same. symbols used.”

"That's not necessarily the case." Roger said, opening up the textbook and pointing out one of the pictures to Hermione.

The photo shows a plate with a center section decorated with a circle of tadpole-like runes. The person in the photo placed a magnifying glass on the circle of words, and each rune was displayed before his eyes. Their lines were clear and lifelike.

Roger whispered his guess to Hermione: "Even a wizard would not be able to carve such delicate words with a chisel."

"But, the professor clearly said..." Hermione frowned and asked in confusion: "You mean there is something wrong with what the professor said?"

"I'm not saying that the professor is wrong. A chisel can indeed carve runic hieroglyphs on a clay tablet. But you have also seen that such a large clay tablet can only carve one figure. Even if you become familiar with it in the future, such a large It is impossible for a chisel to carve patterns on a plate.”

"I think that ancient wizard apprentices, students like us, practiced this way. Wizards who truly mastered runes would never use chisels to create phrases." Rogge said, while dancing with the chisel.

"Hmph, do you mean to use a carving knife to carve like you are doing now? I think that's definitely not the case!" Hermione looked at Roger suspiciously, how could the carving knife carve the marks left by the chisel.

"Carve it a few more times." Rogge said as he worked, re-carving the clay tablet several times.

He gently blew away the carved dirt, leaving a mark that looked almost the same as one left with a chisel. Hermione couldn't believe Rogge's skills. She took the clay tablet, compared it carefully, and fell into deep thought.

The only difference between the runes carved with a chisel and those carved with a carving knife is that the former's carvings are deeper and each stroke is very neat. Although the difference was very small, Hermione always felt that the clay tablets processed by chisels were more natural and beautiful, and not as artificial as those processed by carvings.

"I still think there is a problem." Hermione expressed her opinion frankly.

"Huh? What's the problem?" Roger looked at Hermione curiously.

Hermione frowned and explained: "The carving knife is unnatural and looks awkward. Maybe the ancient wizards did have more advanced writing tools, but you can't even use a chisel, how can you master more advanced skills?" .”

"Uh..." Rogge was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

He lowered his head and compared the two clay tablets carefully. Hermione was indeed right. The runes written with chisels were more vital and charming. This unique sense of simplicity of life is an effect that a carving knife cannot achieve. To describe it in a more pretentious way, the runes written by the carving knife are tangible but not spiritual.

Rogge spent a moment in silence and thinking, then piled the clay tablets together, and with a gentle press of his hand, they broke into countless clods.

"Repair it as before." He whispered the incantation and took the chisel to carve the numbers again.

Seeing Roger concentrating on using the chisel, Hermione smiled and quietly worked on her clay tablet. They seemed to be isolated from the surrounding environment, with only themselves and the clay tablet, and nothing else.

Horned beasts, rune snakes, five-legged monsters...acromantula, hydra, invisible beasts...

Roger was immersed in the carvings of the clay tablet. After the chisel broke the clay tablet, he repaired it with a spell and started all over again. There is no skill in the whole carving process, it is just constant practice and honing.

For other students, as long as they apply careful force, they can carve qualified pictographs. However, for Rogge, he needed to precisely control every muscle in his arm so that they exert the appropriate strength to complete the portrayal.

Click... click...

As the sound of clay tablets breaking again and again echoed in the classroom, Roger had more and more finished products on hand. His efforts and sweat were solidified in the runes on the clay tablet.

Finally, after countless efforts, the last head of the Hydra was carved. The ten numbers from zero to nine are completely presented in front of the eyes, as if magical creatures were printed into the clay tablets.

"Very beautiful." In the quiet air, Professor Bathsheda suddenly spoke, startling Rogge like thunder.

He turned around and saw that it was already late at night and he and the professor were the only ones in the classroom.

Bathsheda smiled and said: "You used more force than other students, and these lines have basically reached 1/2 the depth. This is good, and it can withstand enough magic power."

Her tone was full of admiration for these clay tablets.

"Professor, is it really as good as you say? Don't comfort me." Rogge smiled bitterly.

Bathsheda shook her head and said firmly: "I won't lie to you about this."

As she spoke, she took an ancient clay tablet from the wall, which also had an invisible beast on it. The professor pressed his hands on the two clay tablets. In Rogge's incredible eyes, the hieroglyphic lines gradually lit up. Then, the two stone slabs disappeared into thin air in front of Rogge's eyes.

Rogge looked at Professor Bathsheda, so surprised that he stuttered: "Isn't this... the magical effect of runes... lost?"

I really can't underestimate the professors at Hogwarts. Most of them are authorities and masters in their respective fields.

Even so, Rogge never thought that this long-winded and garrulous sweet potato...no, Professor Bathsheda could actually trigger the magical power of runes.

After Professor Bathsheda gently wiped the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief, she calmly explained: "I only learned part of the knowledge from ancient ruins, and it can only be effective for a single character."

"In addition to personal ability, if you want to activate the runes, you also need the clay tablet itself to meet certain conditions for use."

"Conditions of use?" Rogge quickly asked, "Professor, are you referring to the scratches on it?"

"No, that's just the appearance, and it's also my superficial understanding of the runic tablets decades ago." Bathsheda sat next to her, pointing to the reappeared clay tablet and said, "When you were carving it, The whole person is immersed in it. That level of concentration, even the noise at the end of class doesn’t pull you out of that state.”

"I have done this before, and the clay tablets I made can be used just like yours. At first, I thought it was because I was concentrating on carving it."

"Later I discovered that this was not the case!" Bathsheda said firmly.

She looked at Rogge, with a hint of expectation in her smile, and asked softly: "Are you feeling a little dizzy now, or even feeling waves of pain similar to acupuncture?"

"This..." Rogge concentrated his thoughts for a moment, trying to feel the feeling described by the professor, but then he shook his head: "No, it feels a little comfortable."

"Really?" Bathsheda looked very excited after hearing Rogge's answer.

She immediately held Rogge's shoulders, her eyes were like those of an archaeologist discovering ancient corpses, serious and excited.

Roger quickly realized her excited and eager gaze and couldn't help but remind her: "Professor, I am not the mummy in your cupboard."

"Actually, it really has something to do with mummies." Bathsheda said excitedly as she hurried towards the room at the back of the classroom.

Rogge looked over curiously, only to hear the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets. Suddenly, Bathsheda shouted, "This is it!"

She said and rushed out, holding a transparent glass brick in her hand. Lying quietly inside was a broken piece of papyrus. Although it was only the size of a thumb, it had dense black spots.

"I excavated this from the depths of the Great Pyramid of Giza." Bathsheda looked very excited and couldn't wait to introduce it to Rogge: "This piece of papyrus comes from the creator of ancient Egypt, Atlantis. Sri Lanka’s last priest: Tut.”

"This is the draft Tut used when trying to decipher the Emerald Slate tens of thousands of years ago." Bathsheda's slightly trembling fingers touched the piece of papyrus through the glass. Her voice was full of solemnity, akin to a pilgrim. A sense of solemnity.

It seems that what is in the glass brick is not a piece of worn-out shredded paper, but a trace of history, a witness to the ancient legend.

"Draft?" Rogge looked at the papyrus in confusion. He didn't understand why the professor regarded the draft full of black dots as so important, like a holy relic.