Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 168 169. Talking about Horcruxes with Dumbledore

Ravenclaw in the painting glanced at Dumbledore and waved to Ms. Grey, who was curled up in a ball and weeping sadly.

"Come here, Helena."

"Mother……"

Ms. Gray raised her head slowly.

"come over."

Ravenclaw looked at her tenderly.

"Yes."

Ms. Gray rose slowly and floated to the portrait.

With a flash of white light, her body disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Helena in the image of a girl appeared in the painting.

"Mother?" She looked at Ravenclaw blankly, "I am?"

"Helena, my daughter."

Ravenclaw worked and hugged her gently.

"You can live in the painting with me for a while, your portrait can be your support."

Scott watched this scene in surprise.

As expected of Ravenclaw, Ms. Gray, who is a ghost, is drawn into the painting.

Such a method can be called incredible.

"This……"

He heard Dumbledore murmuring in surprise as well.

"This is really amazing magic..."

At this time, Ravenclaw turned his head to look at the three people outside the painting.

"I'm sorry," she said, "please bring the crown to the room where I was originally, and I will find a way to remove the soul fragment."

After she finished speaking, the painting immediately sank into the wall and disappeared.

"Albus!" Professor Flitwick asked a little excitedly, "Horcrux... can it be reversed?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I never knew." He said with emotion, "It seems that on the road of magic, no one can pretend that they have reached the end."

He looked at Scott again.

"It seems that you already know something about Horcruxes, Scott."

Scott nodded.

"Medea also survived by relying on Horcruxes." He said, "After hearing about it, I went to find out more about it."

Dumbledore nodded, and didn't ask him how to know.

"What do you think of Horcruxes?" He asked with great interest.

"That requires splitting one's own soul."

Scott shook his head disapprovingly.

"Sounds like liches from Muggle fantasy novels, they're usually hopelessly insane."

"So you think so?" Dumbledore said cheerfully, "But..."

He pretended to speak ill of people behind their backs and was afraid of being discovered, "I think, whether it's Tom or Medea, they are indeed very crazy."

Of course, there are plenty of people in the wizarding world who call you an old madman.

Scott complained.

"The act of splitting the soul is, in my opinion, self-harm," Scott said honestly. "I don't think that's a good thing."

He truly believes that the integrity of the soul should be the most important thing for a person.

"Of course, you're right, Scott!" Professor Flitwick said immediately in a complimenting tone.

Dumbledore also nodded in relief.

"It's a pity that Tom didn't think so." He said regretfully. "He got lost in the process of pursuing power."

Scott said indifferently: "That's his personal choice."

He simply let go in front of Dumbledore.

After all, he knew that he couldn't pretend his temperament in front of this old man.

Sure enough, Dumbledore was not surprised when he heard what he said, but asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

Scott replied, "In order to gain power, the Dark Lord doesn't mind turning into a demon. He thinks power is the most important thing. But I always think that I must be a human being. Human identity is more important to me than power."

Human beings are the primates of all things.

Such thoughts have been deeply ingrained in his mind.

"Well, this is a novel statement, and it's the first time I've heard of it."

Dumbledore seemed interested in his idea.

"Then you must think that wizards and Muggles are both human beings, the same species."

"That's right." Scott nodded, "Just like barn owls and owls, although they are different, they are both owls."

"Oh, I love your analogy!"

Dumbledore laughed happily.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick rubbed his hands together and said, "We'd better get the diadem over there as soon as possible."

He looked like he couldn't wait.

"Alright."

Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and waved it, sending the diadem flying.

Afterwards, they left the huge room the same way.

After returning to the corridor, Scott opened Helena's study again.

The eagle-shaped copper ring on the door seemed to know him already, and opened the door the first time he saw him.

Scott thanked him, opened the door and walked in.

"You are here."

Scott followed the sound and saw that Helena in the painting was no longer lively.

"Ms. Gray?"

"Call me Helena," said Helena. "Ms. Gray was just a rumor at first."

"Okay, Helena."

Scott smiled.

"Go in, mother is waiting for you."

Helena glanced at the diadem flying in the air under the control of Dumbledore, and opened the inner door.

"Thank you, Helena."

Dumbledore nodded, and walked into the inner room with the diadem.

Scott and Professor Flitwick also walked in behind him.

"Thank you."

Ravenclaw in the painting said.

"Please place the crown in the very center of the room."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the diadem automatically flew to the center of the room and fell to the ground.

"You can go now," said Ravenclaw. "Come back here in seven days, please."

Dumbledore froze for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Then we take our leave, Ms. Ravenclaw."

Professor Flitwick's expression was a bit tangled, and he looked back several times when he left.

After returning to the corridor, he said regretfully: "What a pity, I also want to see how Ms. Ravenclaw is going to remove the soul fragment of that person without destroying the crown."

Dumbledore also showed regret, "Since it is Ms. Ravenclaw's request, we can only abide by it."

Scott glanced back at the bare wall.

He also wants to see it.

"Professor Dumbledore." He asked Dumbledore, "How did you deal with that notebook before?"

"Of course it's totally broken."

Dumbledore spread his hands.

"Normal spells can't even cause any damage. As a last resort, I used a very dangerous spell."

"Oh, Albus, what spell did you use?" Professor Flitwick asked him curiously.

"Fierfyre," whispered Dumbledore.

Professor Flitwick's face changed, "Oh, that's a dangerous black magic spell, very difficult to control, very difficult."

"Yes."

Dumbledore glanced at Scott again.

"This reminds me of the last night in the Forbidden Forest, when the young Mr. Trollope faced the wizard who cast the Fiercefire curse, and took an eye-catching countermeasure."

"Oh?" Professor Flitwick turned to look at Scott, "How did you do it, Scott, why haven't I heard you talk about it."

"Just a trick."

Scott said.

"I cast the Happy Charm on that wizard."

"Happy spell?"

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up.

"It is indeed an effective method, and it may be the best coping method for you little wizards! Oh! You always impress me, Scott!"

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