Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 431

"No meaningful content?"

Seeing Scott close the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, Rimbaud asked curiously.

"The chaotic situation of the Ministry of Magic will also affect the newspaper." Scott replied, "so they can only carefully publish some ambiguous content without a clear point of view."

After breakfast, Scott took out the small picture frame that he carried with him and called out the portrait of Ravenclaw's mentor.

"Teacher, do you know everything?" He asked, "What happened in the past two days."

Ravenclaw in the painting smiled slightly, "I know some. In Hogwarts, the residents in the portraits are always well-informed."

Scott took out the [Magic Mirror] and showed Ravenclaw the battle scenes he had recorded.

After a long time, Ravenclaw, who watched the whole process, did not show any emotional fluctuations.

She said to Scott in a commonplace tone: "No matter how long in the past, no matter what era they are in, wizards will always start wars because of their different ideas."

Although Scott was a little surprised by her calmness, he quickly figured it out.

His mentor was a wizard who lived thousands of years ago, an era that was much more chaotic than it is today.

As a powerful wizard standing on the ceiling, what has Ravenclaw not seen?

"But Medea is different." Ravenclaw continued. "That child has no ideas of her own. She is just a continuation of Salazar."

When the mentor said this, he frowned, expressing his disapproval of Medea.

Maybe in her opinion, no matter how bad Voldemort's ideas are, they are better than Medea who actually has no self?
Scott thought about it and asked the same question.

Ravenclaw didn't deny it.

But she specifically emphasized, "Of course, this is from the perspective of wizards themselves. From a social perspective, Medea's philosophy is undoubtedly milder. Voldemort's views are too extreme."

Scott asked curiously again, "If Salazar Slytherin himself appeared, would you appreciate his ideas more than Dumbledore?"

Ravenclaw laughed again, "Strange?"

Scott thought about it, and felt that there was nothing to be surprised about.

Ravenclaw said: "Salazar used to be hostile to Muggles, even wary of young Muggle-born wizards, but he was undoubtedly a smart man, and smart people always keep pace with the times."

This point can be seen from the ideas that Medea is promoting now.

Scott thought.

"But I thought their philosophy was to unite the majority of people so that they could change the established destiny faster?" He asked again.

Ravenclaw shook his head, "Salazar is an overly proud guy, so he won't do such a thing. Even if it's just to take advantage, he won't use false excuses."

After chatting about concepts, Scott began to curiously ask about the magical puppet magic used by Medea.

"This is probably her unique secret method." Ravenclaw said, "From the perspective of achievements, the child is still talented."

As for how Medea did it, although Ravenclaw cannot restore it, there are some conjectures.

After listening to her explanation carefully, Scott realized that Medea's technique of manipulating ceramic dolls was more derived from black magic and soul research. It only had a certain overlap with alchemy, and had little to do with transfiguration.

And to achieve the level of Medea, cruel and bloody black magic and soul experiments are essential.

"This is also the main reason why we will part ways with Salazar." Ravenclaw sighed, "He is too lofty, for the advancement of magic, he can use all resources, and lacks basic respect for life."

Ravenclaw didn't go into this part in depth, and even sternly warned Scott not to pursue taboos.

"Those shadows will eventually be reflected in the wizard's mind."

Ravenclaw returned to the topic at the beginning.

Why is a bad idea better than no ego from a personal development standpoint?
"Wizards are creatures driven by emotions, and when we use magic, we use the power of the mind."

"Even bigotry, brutality, hatred, these negative emotions can be a source of strength."

"I think the existence of Voldemort has proven that."

Hearing Ravenclaw's theoretical explanation, Scott nodded approvingly.

But at the same time, he is also insensitive to this. He belongs to the rational school, and he does not want to let his uncontrollable emotions lead his actions no matter what.

Of course Ravenclaw could see this too.

"Of course I don't want you to go down that path. Although you can gain relatively strong power, I've even seen many such examples, but uncontrolled emotions are disordered and will inevitably lead to perdition."

When the topic came to this point, Ravenclaw said a little more.

"I can see that you have been suppressing yourself. But I must remind you, Scott, my apprentice, that this is not the best way."

"How should I do it?" Scott began to be a little dazed.

In the past, he would always use reason to suppress his emotions over and over again, but now it seems that that is not a good way.

No, he had even been deeply affected.

Because he felt it, several times, he almost lost control.

For example, yesterday, when he heard the crying of the witch who lost her husband in the tavern, especially when he sensed the emotions of everyone, he became a little uncontrollably sensitive, and even began to feel compassionate.

Even though he suppressed this emotion, he abnormally bought a lot of sweet and greasy candies to eat next.

At that moment, he seemed to be possessed by Dumbledore, and he had an uncontrollable instinctive desire for sweets that he was not interested in.

These emotions and behaviors are completely inconsistent with his original personality and hobbies.

However, without the reminder from his Ravenclaw mentor, he would not even be alert to some of his occasional abnormal psychology and behavior.

"What you should learn is not to suppress or let go, but how to guide and use your emotions. This is about your own soul, and no one can make decisions for you." Ravenclaw replied.

What the Ravenclaw mentor said sounded reasonable, but Scott had no clue.

Fortunately, Ravenclaw then gave him another hint, "You can set an anchor for your own heart."

"Anchor point?" Scott looked at the mentor in the painting suspiciously.

"It can be a hobby you can't give up, it can be an ideal you have to fight for, or it can even be someone you love deeply." Ravenclaw said, "Of course, my suggestion is that it's best not to let the existence of others become your passion." anchor, and your mentor is a failure at this point."

"Helena?" Scott blurted out.

For a moment, he even understood why a great legendary wizard like Ravenclaw died of illness because of his daughter's betrayal.

It's just that he regretted the name he blurted out, fearing that it would expose his mentor's scars.

But Ravenclaw nodded without hesitation.

"You see, even close blood relatives will betray you for some inexplicable reasons. Choosing someone to be the anchor is to entrust everything you have on others, whether it is for you or for the person you choose That said, it's not a good thing."

At this moment, Scott felt that Ravenclaw in the painting was rational and almost cruel.

But she soon became mild again.

"I don't blame my daughter, it's because I love her deeply as a mother, I just feel that I probably didn't make the best choice."

Scott frowned instinctively.

"Is it necessary?" He asked softly, "The so-called anchor point?"

He was still a little reluctant.

Whether it is hobbies, ideals, or people, he is somewhat repulsive.

After all, he still wants his reason to dominate after all, and he has an instinctive anxiety about making himself "emotional".

Ravenclaw smiled again, "That depends on where you want to go."

Scott froze.

"I can only tell you that when your magic progresses to a certain level, you will inevitably face such difficulties. I think your related troubles have already appeared, haven't you?" Ravenclaw continued, "And this It is the most suitable method we can find to maintain the balance between rationality and sensitivity."

"I didn't expect that." Scott rubbed his temples.

Is it true that the more powerful a wizard is, the more he will face the uncontrollable influence of the mind?

He thought a lot in a flash.

Is it because of Voldemort's madness and cruelty and sometimes irrational choices, and Dumbledore's crazy behavior in the eyes of others?
Ravenclaw seemed to see his resistance, and said softly, "You can learn from Helga. She chose her hobby. In my impression, she always lived happily and smoothly."

Hearing her words, Scott naturally thought of the rumors about Helga Hufflepuff.

That lady left behind many precious magical recipes and culinary charms, and it is said that many traditional dishes at Hogwarts banquets originated from her.

It can be called a culinary master who has influenced countless generations of British wizard recipes.

"Is cooking Ms. Hufflepuff's hobby?" he couldn't help asking.

"Yes." Ravenclaw smiled with nostalgia, "Helga is the simplest, kind, and peaceful of the four of us. She always finds the greatest joy in cooking."

Scott pondered deeply.

He couldn't help but use Dumbledore as an example again.

Although the old principal often looks crazy, compared to Voldemort's disorder, he is undoubtedly a rational and intelligent wizard.

According to Ravenclaw, he must also have an anchor.

Is it a hobby of eating sweets?
But judging from the storyline in the "Original Book", Dumbledore's mind is not without flaws——

He has always deeply regretted the death of his sister, so he was bewitched by the resurrection stone ring and fell under a severe curse.

Thinking of this, Scott suddenly noticed that the choice of anchor point was not that simple.

He looked at Ravenclaw in the painting again.

"If I choose my hobby, such as painting, but if one day, my love for painting is no longer, or my love for other things or people surpasses painting, then the so-called anchor will become Meaningless?"

"You guessed right." Ravenclaw confirmed his guess, "If you choose the anchor point, then what you choose is the most important thing to you, don't be shaken."

It's so hard.

Scott is tempted to say so.

At this moment, his heart is extremely tangled.

"I hope you can think slowly and think through it thoroughly. You still have a lot of time."

The Ravenclaw master said another word, and then disappeared from the painting.

Scott looked at the blank picture frame again, and scratched his hair a little annoyed.

He really wanted to shout, dear mentor, why don't you kill him or bury him?

"Oh, don't you know what to pick, Scott, you don't know what your favorite is!"

Rimbaud, who had been listening just now, spoke at this time.

"No, I know," Scott said.

For him at this stage, the most important thing is of course his parents!

But this is not the best choice.

Although he believed that Michael and Emilia would not betray him no matter what, he also had to consider the age difference between himself and his parents.

In the case of Helga Hufflepuff, choosing a hobby is the safest option.

For Scott, painting was really the safest option.

But who can guarantee that his hobbies will never change, and can't even be surpassed by other options?

Not to mention the future, even now, the most important thing for him is not painting!
After listening to Scott muttering about his troubles, Rimbaud was rather confused.

"Painting?" it was surprised. "I thought your favorite was magic, or Transfiguration?"

"No." Scott shook his head decisively.

Magic is a means of guaranteeing strength, but Transfiguration just happens to be very talented for him, and it cannot be said that he doesn't love it, but he doesn't love it purely enough.

"Why do powerful wizards have to be paranoid?"

Scott, who just accepted the relevant knowledge points for the first time today, was distressed.

But Rimbaud obviously did not understand his distress.

"If it were me, it would be an easy choice," it exclaimed. "Of course my favorite is everything that sparkles and decorates the nest!"

I'm so sorry...

Scott raised his forehead.

He couldn't have a simple happiness like Rimbaud.

He thought for a long time, and finally he could only say helplessly: "If there is no accident, I will still choose painting."

He stood up and clenched his hands into fists.

"Hobbies can also be cultivated, not to mention that I love painting! I just need to get it back, the pure love of painting!"

Thinking of this, he took out his painting tools with high spirits, and drew a picture well.

No magic, no purpose, pure enjoyment of the painting process.

"It's been a long time since that happened."

At the door of the wooden house, Scott set up his easel to observe the scenery outside the house, and was about to start sketching.

He picked up a paintbrush and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Indeed, it has been a long time since I drew such a simple picture.

Mixing the paint with great interest, one stroke at a time paints a picture that satisfies him. The process that he once enjoyed the most has been left behind by him.

"This feeling……"

Scott brought out a touch of green that belongs to the summer forest on the canvas with one stroke, and couldn't help smiling.

"...It's been a long time."

(End of this chapter)