Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 145 Difficult Choices
Ravenclaw common room.

In the quiet late night, William was accompanied only by the vigorously burning charcoal fire in the fireplace and the sound of "Kara".After returning to the castle from the gray matter center, he was working on solving this number puzzle.He spent a lot of time and tried many combinations, and he is very close to getting the right answer now.

Beside him on the sofa was the battered Beowulf, which William had already determined contained nothing that might help him decipher it.

The magic number is 3.

This is not surprising.

Not all numbers are considered by wizards to have occult significance, and this is a list so short that even Professor Flitwick could hardly fit it in.

Since ancient times, wizards have been admiring numbers with magical powers - alchemists especially love 3, 7 is considered a number that cannot be surpassed by magic, and wizards who study necromancy are more inclined to 9 and 13. [-] (because it has a specifically profane number in a religious sense).

Lalhiait Asewg Zts Rn Yh RR Sa.

"Assume that this was originally a complete sentence, but one letter was removed every three letters. That is to say, in the original sentence, the third letter is L and the sixth letter is A."

William turned to a new page in his notebook.

He began to restore this password according to this record, "?" represents a letter that he can't determine for the time being.

"??l??a??l??h??i??a??i??t(??), it seems to be like this. Then the letters in the second row are the letters in the first row After these divestitures, the looting again?"

The original letters become:

??la?a?sl??he?i?wa??ig?t(??)
Although he was still at a loss, William saw some patterns in the new arrangement he got.

"Then, he's still doing it next, and it would be if they were reversed."

??laza?sl?the?i?was?ig?t(??)
It has become much clearer.

??lazarsl?the?inwas?ig?t(??)
After several repetitions, William finally succeeded in deciphering this code. After erasing all their capital letters, it becomes: salazarslytherinwasright.
"Salazar Slytherin right?
(Salazar Slytherin Was Right.)”

William could be sure that this was the correct answer, not some mischievous coincidence.He put the "Beowulf" on the short table in front of him, put his wand on the cover of the book, and whispered the text.

A gentle, bronze-colored light suddenly lit up.

The original brown skin of "Beowulf" began to fade rapidly, and turned into ivory white without any impurities. The originally thick pages began to stick to each other, and large sections of slender text began to appear in large sections.

But William didn't know these words.

William can be sure that they do not belong to any writing system he understands, whether it is Latin, French, English, ancient runes, Russian, or the Chinese he used in his previous life.

These words began to flash dazzling light.

It suddenly produced a strong suction force, sucking William, who was still thinking about the meaning of these words, into it.

After a brief free fall, William found himself in an elegantly decorated bedroom.There was a large bed, surrounded by bronze and blue curtains.

The room had been enchanted to have a very high ceiling, with several large bookcases reaching up to about a Hagrid and a half high.Sunlight streamed through a floor-to-ceiling window opposite William, and from this corner William could overlook the spiers that belonged to the Quidditch pitch in the distance.

"This is Hogwarts Castle? Ravenclaw Tower?"

William speculated.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

But before the owner of the room could answer, the visitor had already turned the handle and walked in—he was a middle-aged man with fiery red hair and a hale and hearty man, dressed in a Byzantine-style robe with complicated styles and quilts. " into him.What is particularly eye-catching is his waist, where hangs the scabbard of a long sword decorated with red gemstones.

He did look like a middle-aged man.

But his eyes were like Dumbledore's, with the brilliance of wisdom that has been accumulated over the long years, so that William, who saw him, subconsciously used the evaluation of "hasty".

"Rowena, are you feeling better today? Barrow has left the castle. I believe he will find Helena in a short time. She is your daughter after all."

Godric Gryffindor said with concern, he walked quickly to the bed and opened the curtain.Lying on the bed was a woman whose face was so pale that there was hardly a trace of blood. Her face was familiar to William—she looked almost exactly like the marble statue in the common room.

Although Ravenclaw has also experienced the baptism of years, she looks much younger than Gryffindor.

"I don't have a daughter like her."

She said in a calm tone with almost no waves.

"Alas. I believe she just didn't think too much about it for a while—she was too young to understand your thoughts. Not being a talented Ravenclaw is not something she should regret."

Gryffindor sighed softly.

"During these days, I feel that my life is dying more and more. Even in a waking moment like this, I can hear its ravings. Even if she didn't leave with the crown, after a while, maybe I will be lost Somewhere in the world."

Ravenclaw raised his head slightly, looking at Gryffindor's profile.She tried to raise her right hand, but several attempts failed due to the weakness of her body.

"Rowena, don't talk about these spoilers. You have resisted such voices for so long, and I believe you will be able to resist them in the future. What important things do you want to tell me?"

Gryffindor lowered his head, as if afraid to look into her eyes again, and took her right hand with his broad, rough hands instead.

"I had a dream."

Ravenclaw said calmly.

But her words made Gryffindor's expression extremely tense, as if the "dream" she mentioned was not such a simple thing, "Didn't you drink the Living Hell Potion? Didn't we agree, don't Are you dreaming again?"

His voice sounded a little panicked.

"What's the point? We all know I don't have much time left. How much difference does it make next week, the day after tomorrow, tomorrow, or an hour later? As a 'prophet,' this is LaVine. A curse that Crowe had to bear."

Ravenclaw comforted him.

"Godric, my old friend, if you still trust me as much as you did back then, remember what I'm going to say next—write them down firmly, and don't forget even a single word."

She cheered up and said.

"In the dream, I was in a deep, dark ocean, but I saw many bright points of light. The voice was never so clear, it seemed to speak to me directly in my head, It wants me to promise it one thing. If I do, it will restore my health, both physical and spiritual."

Even just finishing such a long paragraph seems to be a very difficult task for Ravenclaw at this moment-she has to stop and rest for a while.

But her words set off a storm in William's heart.

"Deep, dark ocean, many bright points of light, except for the sound, these are almost all in line."

William recalled his "dream".

"What does it want you to promise it? Destroy Hogwarts Castle?"

Gryffindor frowned.

This strange "dream" flows in the blood of the Ravenclaw family, or almost all wizards with prophetic talents.Professor Cassandra, the prophecy teacher in the castle, also mentioned that her prophecies were told to her in a dream by a great being, and all of them came true later.

It would indeed be of great benefit to them to follow that voice - it had been many years since the last time Ravenclaw had heard that voice and acted on it.It took the shape of a warthog and guided her to a cliff.

They later established Hogwarts here.

But Rowena never trusted that voice.

Of course she needs to get back to health, powerful wizards like the Big Four, as long as they don't die, can live for a very, very long time, until even the wonderful magic can no longer save their lives.

"It taught me a spell, and wanted me to teach it to as many Muggles as possible. I've studied it - after spending many hours studying, practicing, even the dumbest Muggles Melons are also able to master some magical talents.

The talents gained in this way will not allow them to cast even the simplest spells, but it is enough to make them take half a step from Muggles to wizards. "

Ravenclaw stopped talking.

"But if that's the case, these Muggles are nothing more than Squibs, and they're not wizards either. Could it be that they want us wizards to raise more Muggles as slaves?"

Gryffindor asked in confusion.

Squibs mean that they were born in a wizard's family, out of the category of "Muggles", and will not be driven away by spells such as "Expel Muggles". Only wizards can see "Dementors". Magical creatures who can see, but don't have any talent for magic - like Mr. Filch, Castle Warden at Hogwarts, or Mrs. Figg, Uncle Harry Potter's neighbor.

"Do you remember the warning that Salazar sent us? I believe that it seems to want to quickly expand the group of wizards, but it doesn't want us to become stronger because of it."

Ravenclaw said in a serious tone.

"We have a difficult choice to make."

(End of this chapter)