From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

"I hope there are no mistakes in your plan." Sivan looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes and said deeply. "If there is any mistake at all, our situation will take a turn for the worse and fall into an irreversible situation.

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"I know, so we have to seek the advice of another person to help us find out and fill in the gaps." Dumbledore said.

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Rue Montmorency, Paris, 3rd arrondissement.

Inside Flamel's safe house.

"I can't find the location of Tom Riddle." Flamel frowned and looked at the crystal ball placed on the workbench and said doubtfully.

In Flamel's crystal ball, which used to be perfect for divination, now you can only see a black fog that blocks all sight, and you can't find anything useful in it at all.

"Maybe the God of Death is also wary of us, so he used his own power to cover Riddle's traces." Dumbledore frowned and said solemnly. "Or maybe after several years of recovery, the God of Death has recovered his power.

At its peak, even a small amount borrowed can cause a stronger shielding effect than the Unplottable Curse and the Avoidance Charm."

"But if we can't even discover Riddle's location, how can this plan proceed?" Sivan asked anxiously. "Can't Grindelwald foresee the future? Can he find Riddle's location?"

Location?"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to find Tom based on his ability to predict the future." Dumbledore slowly shook his head and said to Sivan. "Although Gellert's talent for predicting the future sometimes seems very magical, it usually does not

It is not freely controllable.”

"Five years ago, I used a method similar to the Three Card Monte game in the Muggle world to deceive Grindelwald's precognitive ability. It was based on his inability to accurately predict macroscopic predictions into tiny details. I wanted to find out through Gellert.

I'm afraid Riddle can only try his luck."

Sivan couldn't help but shook his head when he heard Dumbledore's explanation.

"Of course we can't pin our life and death on luck." He shook his head and directly rejected the option of trying luck.

"Do you have any other methods?" Dumbledore looked at Sivan and asked.

A figure with silver hair suddenly appeared in his mind, and Xiwen was stunned for a moment.

"I seem to know someone whose prophetic ability seems to be even stronger." He said softly. "I remember she said that her eyes are a pair of celestial eyes."

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Crossing the golden halo of the dimension door, Sivan stood on the Ravenclaw tower.

On the top floor of Ravenclaw Tower there is a heavy wooden door with an eagle-shaped bronze door knocker.

Xiwen walked slowly to the door and looked at the bronze door knocker in the shape of a goshawk. His memory seemed to go back to five years ago——

At that time, he stood in front of the Ravenclaw common room just like today, thinking about sneaking in when other Ravenclaws came out for morning reading, so that he could bypass the password.

But the eagle-shaped knocker suddenly spoke and asked him in a deep and mysterious voice: "What do you get when you fuse a woodpecker and a dove that knows the way?"

After Sivan answered the owl, the door to the Ravenclaw common room opened directly to him, allowing him to become a Slytherin who successfully sneaked into the Eagle Yard.

Now it is only the second time that Xiwen has come to this place, but Xiwen does not feel that it is strange, nor does he feel as uncomfortable as the first time. He did not even take off his green collar and tie, so generous

Fangdi stood in front of the Ravenclaw common room.

The eagle-shaped door knocker spoke as expected and asked in a low and mysterious voice: "What is the essence of magic?"

Xiwen was stunned for a moment, and was very surprised that the eagle-shaped door knocker asked this question. He had already prepared a lot of brain teasers to answer the question, but he did not expect that it would actually discuss such a profound magical issue.

As it happened, he had just discussed this issue with his ancient teacher some time ago, and finally came to a conclusion that was very similar to the definition method in the Muggle world - "The essence of magic is that wizards

The magical practice of exploring, adapting, and growing in the unknown.”

This conclusion was recognized by the former Supreme Mage Ancient One.

But Xiwen looked at the eagle-shaped door knocker in front of him, and suddenly he didn't want to tell it the answer. He just wanted to try what kind of answer was the correct answer.

"The essence of magic is a hymn of love and courage, and a dream to protect oneself and others." He said with a smile.

The eagle-shaped knocker said: "That makes sense."

Then, it lifted its pull ring, and the wooden door opened.

Looking at the Ravenclaw common room door that gradually opened, a happy smile appeared on Sivan's face.

In fact, there is no fixed answer to the nature of magic, or in other words, every self-justifying answer is correct and reasonable. What the eagle knocker wants is just an idea, not like Muggles do.

To define the nature of magic.

Sivan walked briskly into the Ravenclaw common room. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar large circular room in front of him, he felt inexplicably emotional.

Five years later, he came to this lounge again. But Miranda, the senior he came here to look for at that time, has now graduated for almost three years.

The walls in front of you are hung with blue and bronze silks, hanging softly by the window. The dome ceiling is painted with numerous and vivid stars, and they seem to be blinking. The dark blue carpet below is also covered with more colorful stars than those on the ceiling.

Larger stars are decorated, and exquisite tables, chairs and bookshelves are placed on the floor.

In the niche facing the door of the lounge stands a white marble statue. The statue is lifelike. Her beautiful, generous and stern face is somewhat similar to Helena. It is Rowena who has been away for many years.

Ravenclaw.

Another marble statue of her is still sitting in the room reserved for Helena in the Room of Requirement. After losing the soul of Ms. Ravenclaw, it can no longer be moved. But the eyes of that statue are all stern.

It faded away, and all that remained was the deep love for Helena and the kindness of being a mother.

Seeing her statue, Xiwen couldn't help but think that in the past two years, it was not just him who had been busy with the threat of death. Even Helena had learned a lot of Kama Taj spells and participated in the battle, focusing on rescuing those who were killed.

Ghosts controlled by death.

Flamel also developed a ghost magic weapon some time ago, allowing Helena to use the wand even in her soul body, greatly enhancing her combat effectiveness!

Looking past the statue of Ravenclaw, there are several arched windows standing on the high wall. The bright sunshine in the morning shines in from outside. It is not dazzling but bright enough, unlike the dim and mysterious Slytherin lounge.

The scenes are in sharp contrast.

At this time, Sivan had just returned to Hogwarts from Flamel, not much later than the six-hundred-year-old man's wake-up time. The sky seemed very early, but many young wizards from Ravenclaw had already gotten up.

Arriving at the common room, most of them held heavy tomes in their arms, and diligently started their morning reading.

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