Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Back in the office, Tver lamented the coincidence of his research.

Speaking of which, I have to thank Heilan for this… No, it was Neville.

Recently, when he was undergoing the second magic test, due to the sudden increase in magic talent, his magic power and will were completely out of control.

Although the magic released then has no rules and no power, it has a characteristic that Tver has been pursuing –

high speed!

It’s so close to Tver that I can’t even react!

Fortunately, the power was almost non-existent, and it couldn’t even scratch off the wall.

But that also made him suddenly feel a hint of meaning in that sentence.

After so many days of exploration, he was able to release very fast light.

But it’s just light.

Once he tries to use normal magic, he ends up going back to his original form, and the speed bonus disappears.

So he thought about it and decided that he should simulate an environment full of magic power to improve his sensitivity to magic power.

Although it has been raised to almost the limit, it can still be artificially broken through the limit for a short time.

However, Tver looked around the office and saw that this was not the right place for that.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go to the Room of Requirement and get the crown and Hogwarts badge – his intuition told him that that was the most suitable place for him to be confirmed.

The afternoon sun was just right. Walking in the castle, the only sounds in his ears were his own footsteps and the sound of teaching coming from the classroom next to him. Tver couldn’t help but feel a little more relaxed.

He was no longer in such an anxious mood. He walked along the stairs and corridors like a stroll, saying hello to the professors he met occasionally, and gradually reached the eighth floor.

Before Dumbledore was taken away, some students liked to stay here, saying they felt safer.

But now that Dumbledore is away, naturally these students will no longer come.

Speaking of which, it was because he didn’t have to deal with Dumbledore’s seminars that he had more time to study other things.

Thinking about this, Tver came to the wall of the Room of Requirement.

“I need a solid house with nothing in it.”*3

As the door to the room appeared, Tver pushed hard and walked in quickly.

As he requested, there was nothing in the classroom-sized room. The white walls, ceiling, and floor formed a somewhat sci-fi scene.

But this is a magical area.

Tver tentatively attacked the ground.

The floor was just a sinkhole and was still recovering.

He nodded with satisfaction.

After so many times of tracing the source of magic power, he already knew that the magic power of the Room of Requirement came from the castle. He also knew that this room enjoyed the same protective magic as the castle. It was even more protected because of its small size.

Now you don’t have to worry about breaking it.

(This is my personal speculation. The Room of Requirement was burned down by fire in the plot because the castle’s protective magic had been destroyed at that time.)

Realizing this, Tver closed his eyes and slowly opened his hands.

Observing the world purely relies on the induction of magic power.

In his “vision”, the room became pitch black, and the darkness was as thick as ink, swallowing him up.

However, a ray of light as hot as the sun centered on him, and in an instant, white light filled the entire space.

The active magic power is like an elf, beating inside, composing a hymn called power.

Feeling the eagerness to try from within, Tver telepathically drew out his wand.

He didn’t know what magic to cast or how much magic to use.

But he just unconsciously raised the wand high, his wrist shook, and an unprecedented golden magic emitted from the top of the wand. The golden light instantly engulfed the white light representing the magic at a speed faster than the magic spread.

The golden light was so shining that it even stung Tver’s cerebral cortex.

He had to pause his sense of magic and slowly opened his eyes.

Tver suddenly found himself in a new room.

No, it can’t be said that it’s a new room. It should be said that it’s very familiar——

Because this is exactly like the room in the crown!

The same bookshelves, the same domed carpet, the same tables, chairs and ottomans.

He already knew that the layout of this room was actually the same as that of the Ravenclaw lounge.

But the difference was that a lady with a slight smile but a cold face sat on the sofa. Her eyes were as deep as the stars and the sea, and as clear as crystal.

She was stroking a book in her hand and raised her head slightly.

“Welcome, young man.”

The lady’s tone of voice was crisp and firm, which reminded Tver of a serious teacher in school.

“Hello,” Turville saluted respectfully, “I assume you are Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw?”

Rowena’s smile widened a little, at least it could be seen that he was smiling.

“You can think so.”

With Helga’s experience, Tver first carefully observed Rowena’s state – like Helga, a combination of vitality and magic power.

It’s a bit like Malvolio’s current state, but Rowena has a smaller proportion of soul.

But it’s a bit freer than Helga’s state.

“I wonder if you have sensed Ms. Helga. I met her in the Forbidden Forest.”

Tver decided to use Helga to close the relationship, so his tone became gentler and more relaxed.

After all, Rowena looked as majestic as a teacher and not as gentle as Helga.

Rowena looked at him with interest.

“I haven’t sensed her, but I’ve ‘seen’ her,” she paused, then raised the corners of her mouth as if she was successfully teasing her, “I saw her in your mind.”

Tver’s smile froze, “Can you invade my brain?”

“Just like you can read the crown’s books, of course I can also read your brain,” Rowena said with some pride in her smile, “This process is mutual.”

“But I can’t read any of your thoughts.” Tver said with some dissatisfaction.

His level of Occlumency was very high, but there was nothing he could do in the face of Rowena’s prying eyes.

It would be fine if only Rowena could do it. He didn’t care about losing to such a person.

But what if it was Dumbledore? Or is it a natural Legilimency?

His career does not allow such holes in his brain!

Rowena covered her mouth and laughed happily.

“You’re so cute when you’re angry,” she laughed so hard her voice trembled, “and haven’t you already read all my thoughts?”

“Those books are all I have left in the crown. Tver, you are the first and the only person besides me who has read them.”