Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 142 Occlumency

After initially understanding the role of Ravenclaw's crown, Hardy made full use of it in his daily life and work.

Although when disposing of Tom Riddle's soul fragment, he wanted to return it to Helena, after all, it was her mother's relic.

"Thank you, I'd like to lend it to you for a while." Helena sat gracefully in front of Hardy, smiling slightly.

She said: "If it were my mother, I believe she would have made the same choice."

"Ravenclaw's diadem can bring infinite wisdom to wizards, and we all hope it meets the right person."

Facing the kindness of Helena, a new friend, Hardy had no choice but to agree after several evasions to no avail.

a new day.

When Hardy was in charge of the curfew inspection, he accidentally went to the eighth floor of the castle.

Looking in the direction of the Room of Requirement, his eyes flickered slightly.

For this magical room created by Ravenclaw, Hardy has always had a strong desire to explore.

It's a pity that it is not an alchemy product, but a space for various complex magic.

Only Hardy can know, there are synchronization magic, mind magic, space magic and so on.

Each one is enough to consume Hardy's considerable time to study.

"It's a pity that during the wizarding and muggle wars in the Middle Ages, a large number of precious magic manuscripts were burned."

Every time he thought of this, Hardy let out a long sigh with regret.

In that dark and turbulent era, a large number of wizarding villages were besieged and burned by Muggle troops.

All things related to magic are regarded as the source of heinous evil by Muggles, and they try their best to destroy them.

They used flames to burn magical manuscripts to ashes, and molten metal to turn alchemical products into black smoke.

The magical animals were hunted and killed by them, and the fur and horns with special functions were made into palace secret medicine and luxurious costumes by the nobles of the major kingdoms.

As a price, what the Muggles lost at the hands of the wizards was fresh and innocent civilian lives.

To this day, when Professor Binns is teaching the history of magic, he still can't help but sigh, "If we hadn't experienced that dark and turbulent era, there must be more 'Dumbledores' now."

However, since it was invited to Dumbledore's office for an afternoon tea one day, it has never been mentioned again.

Some young wizards speculated that it was Dumbledore who cast the Oblivion Curse on Professor Binns.

Then, the little wizard's roommate firmly stood up and reported him, and in the next school year, he successfully became the chairman of the boys' student union.

The Boys President was called Tom Riddle.

After recovering, Hardy stood in front of the smooth wall of the Room of Requirement with great interest.

"I'm going into the room of requirment, I'm going into the room of requirment."

no response.

This time, there was no door on the smooth wall.

According to Dumbledore and Helena, the Room of Requirement only appears when others need it most.

Hardy thought to himself, it is very likely that his needs are not clear.

"I'm going into the room that Dumbledore was in, I'm going into the room that Dumbledore was in."

"I gotta find a bathroom, I gotta find a bathroom."

"I want to see places related to Helena, I want to see places related to Helena."

"..."

I kept brewing different needs in my mind, but the door to the Room of Response never disappeared.

"What's going on?" Hardy fell into deep thought. Could the Room of Requirement be able to tell the authenticity of the wizard's needs?
He took a deep breath, swung his right hand forward, and Ravenclaw's diadem immediately popped out of the finger box.

When the crown was put on Hardy's head, the wall, which had never moved, began to rotate violently.

That scene is like entering Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron.

Without a sound, a pure white and flawless door slowly squeezed out from the gap between the moving wall bricks.

"Ravenclaw's diadem is 100% the key to the House of Requirement?"

Rubbing his chin with his right hand, Hardy's thoughts turned quickly.

Originally, he just wanted to use the characteristics of the crown to speed up his thinking speed, or strengthen his forged needs.

Unexpectedly, it accidentally caused the changes in front of me.

With a "creak", Hardy put his palm on the pure white door and carefully pushed open the gap.

What appeared in front of his eyes was no longer a limited room, but a lush lawn.

In the middle of the lawn, there is a huge apple tree growing.

The dense canopy almost wants to cover the entire lawn.

Hardy stepped on the green lawn with both feet, and the touch under his feet had completely deceived all his senses.

"Brilliant sensory magic!" He couldn't help but smacked his lips.

Sensory magic, according to some existing magical manuscripts, is a branch of illusion magic.

It can easily change the sensory perception of the cursed person to the outside world.

There used to be wizards who used this kind of magic to create the illusion that the Muggle king accidentally fell to the castle and died.

When Hardy looked curiously at the huge apple tree in the middle of the lawn, a figure with his back turned to him under the shade immediately aroused his vigilance.

Almost instantly, Hardy held the crystal wand in the palm of his hand.

Five or six defensive spells, including the Iron Armor Curse, quickly fell on him.

rustle... rustle...

In the verdant lawn, thick brown tree roots protruded, slowly lifted the figure sitting on the chair, and turned around at the same time.

"Hi, Hardy Ollivander."

The figure sitting on the chair spoke slowly.

The other party had no appearance, and his whole body was shrouded in a hazy white halo. Only the magnetic voice could make people judge that she was a lady.

"You know my name?" Hardy asked warily.

The tip of his staff is full of blazing light, ready to burst out amazing beams of light at any time.

"Oh, of course, as long as it is someone who enters here, I can always know something."

Almost the moment the other party said these words, Hardy used Occlumency on himself, but soon, he realized that it was futile.

"You are thinking in your heart at this moment, who am I?" The vague lady on the chair formed by the twining trees and vines spoke slowly.

"If the situation is not right, you are ready to feint with the Avada Kedavra, and then use the Bismarck stabbing technique to hit me in the heart? Consider it decisively."

Hardy's face was full of surprise. Even after he performed Occlumency, the other party still had insight into his true thoughts.

"Who are you?" He stared at the other party tightly, and he already had the answer in his mind.

The only one who can be omniscient and omnipotent like a god in the Room of Requirement is its Creator——

Rowena Ravenclaw.

(End of this chapter)