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

The silence as snowy as the morning was completely covered by the entire castle.

Felix walked in the castle and occasionally met a little wizard, but he didn't feel bored at all, but he felt very quiet.

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

Felix took out a book from the ring and started reading with great interest.

He was in his hand with "Ravenclaw Manuscripts (Volume 2). Later generations compiled the information left by Royna Ravenclaw and divided the contents of a total of twelve volumes according to different categories.

The second volume is Ravenclaw's daily essays, which do not involve specific magic knowledge. From his perspective, it is filled with a lot of silences like poetry.

Take a random piece of it—

The stone turned into birds, chirping. It crossed the mountains and lakes, and brought back the daisy flowers on the Red Plain.

Felix: "..." It is difficult to understand Ms. Ravenclaw's mood at that time.

Felix was the only one who was arguing that Ravenclaw received a noble lady education when he was young, and had a special preference for poetry.

But were there any famous poets in 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 could not be separated from the category of religious hymns.

He continued reading-

The river said to me, Creator, you have given me thoughts, but never given me a body. One day, I will blend into the ocean.

Felix: "…"

If you think about it carefully, it is quite artistic, at least it is unfathomable to read.

He didn't spend time thinking about the subtle meanings, but quickly browsed the text on it like a sniff. In less than half an hour, he turned to the end.

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

Is it not worthy of studying magic without some literary appreciation?

He simply lay on a chair, looking at the lake covered with ice and snow in the distance, recalling the knowledge he had gained from the diary these days. With his eyes, he could tell which part would be more useful to him. Although the diary covered him in every way and even tried to convey wrong information, he was facing the reserve Dark King who had not yet left the school and was still very young in all aspects.

At this point, Voldemort is a bit like himself. They both use "external forces" to forcibly improve their single subject ability, thus reaching a level far beyond their peers.

But when it comes to understanding and understanding of magic, they are still too shallow.

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

Felix was worried. Most wizards spent their entire lives learning other people's magic and never made any improvements. It was not that they didn't want to, but that they couldn't.

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

Felix quickly opened the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2)" and turned to one of the pages. He looked at the familiar words on it-

"The stone turned into birds, chirping. It crossed the mountains and lakes, and brought back the daisy flowers on the Red Plain."

Does it make sense to regard this poem as a true record of Ravenclaw's own experience?

The first sentence is undoubtedly a transfiguration. Perhaps Ms. Royna Ravenclaw was at her heart and turned a stone into a beautiful little bird.

So what is the second sentence?

Ravenclaw used magic to control it to make a sound? Felix shook his head. In connection with the content of the following two sentences, this legendary bird obviously leaped a long distance and brought back a daisy flower.

This is not something that deformation can do.

Perhaps it was Ravenclaw who gave it some "trait", such as life, soul or something similar, which allowed it to maintain a certain degree of autonomy after it was out of the scope of casting.

He suddenly remembered part of the conversation he had with the branch hat that day—

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

"Of course, oh, I'm impressed by it." It said cleverly, and then, the dirty, ragged hat sang in his consciousness.

“That happened more than a thousand years ago.

I just got knitted into shape.

There are four famous wizards,

Swear to cultivate young wizards into genitals.

These four great wizards,

The talents that are valued are different.

It was Gryffindor who came up with the solution-

He took me off his head.

The four giants have injected my thoughts,

From now on, I will choose and evaluate it!”

...

After gaining the idea of ​​the four giants, the branch hat almost became an independent living individual.

How similar to the bird that leaps through mountains and lakes and brings back a daisy flower!

What is the key here? It is autonomy. They all show strong autonomy, just like real life, and can still make decisions and complete complex behaviors after being out of the scope of magic.

How to achieve this autonomy in magic?

Excluding areas such as "life" and "soul" that he could not touch at all, Felix quickly thought of a way he could achieve - inject memory.

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

Felix waved his wand and let a pebble the size of a palm fly to him. Then he gently tapped the wand on the stone, which quickly turned into an exquisite, small swift.

But if you tell me carefully, you will find that the swift's eyes are very dull, like a puppet, and every move requires guidance from a magic wand.

Next, Felix simulated a small memory of "swift" in his mind. He touched his forehead with his magic wand and pulled out a silver, glittering thin filament.

Felix incorporated this false memory into Swift's body and relied on the knowledge given to him by the diary to combine the two.

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

Under his gaze, the swift's eyes became very lively. Without his control, it flapped its wings and staggered.

But the next second, it fell into the snow, leaving only two legs twitching.

Felix pulled it out, and the swift jumped and trekked hard in the snow, looking at it walking like a sparrow foraging in the snow - this is because the memory he constructed was too inferior.

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

After almost two or three minutes, strands of silver mist overflowed from the body of the swift - the fictional memory dissipated.

It returned to a dull state.
Chapter completed!