From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

After Calvin left the principal's office, he did not rush back to his room. Instead, he came to the tower of Hogwarts and wandered around in it.

At nightfall, Calvin finally found his target: a tall, shackled ghost with silver-white blood flowing all over his body.

"Barrow." Calvin stepped forward and greeted.

Barrow stopped, lowered his head, and looked at Calvin with his dull eyes, "Little Calvin, what do you want to see me for?"

Calvin took out a long-horned water snake gem from his sleeve and held it in his hand, floating it into the air so that he could talk to Barrow at eye level.

"Barrow, I want to ask about Rowena Ravenclaw, about her magical side." Calvin considered his words, making sure not to talk about Helena Ravenclaw.

Barrow was silent for a while, then slowly moved forward dragging the heavy shackles, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice: "Rowner Ravenclaw was one of the best wizards of that era.

She is proficient in all kinds of magic. Although she is not as good as the other three founders in many fields, she is worse than the other three founders in her knowledge.Moreover, she also has areas where she is good at, and in those areas, her wisdom is unparalleled. "

Calvin followed Barrow's speed and floated behind him, asking: "So what magic is Ms. Ravenclaw best at?"

Barrow fell into a long silence again, and Calvin did not dare to ask further questions, so he had to wait for him to speak.

"Alchemy, time, soul and memory." Barrow slowly spit out these words.

"Soul and memory," Calvin repeated.

"Yes, the wisdom of the Sorting Hat was given by Ms. Ravenclaw."

"But I remember the Sorting Hat is Gryffindor's hat."

"Gryffindor just instilled his thinking. The Sorting Hat is just a dead mechanical object. Without Ms. Ravenclaw's enlightenment and reinforcement, it would be impossible for the Sorting Hat to be part of the entire castle and be passed down to this day. ." Barrow said.

"Ms. Ravenclaw's wisdom in soul and memory is unparalleled. Her crown can enhance the wisdom of the user. Can you do it? You can't."

Barrow spoke very slowly, but Calvin always felt that Barrow was mocking him.

There was no way, he really couldn't, he couldn't even repair it, that was the truth.And the truth is often the most hurtful.

"At that time, wizards who were obsessed with the master-apprentice teaching system jointly attacked Hogwarts. Ms. Ravenclaw didn't even use offensive spells, causing dozens of wizards to fall into the most painful memories and commit suicide one after another."

"She also had a bathroom-sized pensieve, and she would teach students she liked in the pensieve."

"Pensieve!" Calvin perked up and asked hurriedly, "Where is the Pensieve now?"

Barrow shook his head slowly, "I don't know, it was gone when I came back."

Calvin slowly floated down from the air, "Thank you, Barrow."

Calvin turned and ran in the other direction. He had already guessed where the bathroom-sized pensieve might be.

Soon, Calvin came to the eighth floor of the castle opposite the tapestry where the trolls beat Barnabas stupid.

He lowered his head and recited silently in his heart:

Home to Lady Ravenclaw's Pensieve.

Home to Lady Ravenclaw's Pensieve.

Home to Lady Ravenclaw's Pensieve.

Then he quickly walked across the blank wall opposite the tapestry, back and forth three times. When he looked up again, a blue door had appeared on the wall.

Calvin felt ecstatic in his heart, there was something going on!

He grabbed the door handle, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed the door open.

Inside the door is a pure white room. Except for a few steps from the door, most of the rest is occupied by a huge pensieve.The walls were engraved with magic words used to maintain the magic of the pensieve. Calvin easily recognized a few of them. Yes, they appeared on Stonehenge.

Calvin stood on the shore and waited for a while, but there was no reaction from the pensieve. He thought that when he opened this room, he would trigger some magic left by Ms. Ravenclaw, but it didn't seem to happen now.

This made Calvin hesitate.He looked at the meditation pool full of liquid with mysterious silver light, hesitated for a moment, and finally jumped into Ravenclaw's meditation pool like diving.

There was not much time to lose consciousness, and Calvin soon found himself standing in a dilapidated wooden house.There were about three or four women standing around, anxiously serving a pregnant woman lying on the bed.

Calvin observed the people's clothing and the surrounding environment, and roughly judged that this was a scene from 1000 years ago.

Soon the pregnant woman on the bed started shouting and breathing rapidly. After a while of fussing, a woman walked up to the pregnant woman holding a newborn baby.

"Mrs. Ravenclaw, you have given birth to a daughter!"

The pregnant woman smiled weakly, "Just call her Rowena, Rowena Ravenclaw."

Then the scene around Calvin changed. On the bank of a river, a woman who had just been pregnant came here with an 11-year-old girl. They sat on the ground.

The young woman said: "Rowner, starting from today, mother will teach you how to use magic. This is your wand, take it."

The young woman handed a wand to little Rowena and continued: "Olive wood and the core of the wand are raven feathers. They both represent wisdom. You must be good at using it."

Little Rowena took the wand and asked puzzledly: "Mom, why don't you teach me magic in the village?"

The young woman touched little Rowena's long hair and said, "My child, we can't let the people in the village find out that we can do magic, otherwise they will drive us out."

"Can't Mayor Smith do the same?" Rowena asked aggrievedly, "He's been very kind to us."

The young woman smiled and said, "No, child, we cannot tell anyone about magic except our own kind."

"Aren't those villagers our kind?"

"No, they are Muggles and we are wizards. Muggles hate wizards, always have."

"Why can't Muggles and wizards live together?"

"Child, why are there not so many?" The young woman became a little impatient, "Let's learn the first magic, the floating spell."

Rowena did not continue to ask, but Calvin clearly saw that the confusion on her face did not disappear.

The scene changed again, to a medieval British village.A little boy fell from the roof and was about to fall to the ground. Rowena, who was about 15 years old, used a levitation spell to hold him up.

After returning home at night, the uneasy Rowena told her mother about the incident. The mother was shocked and quickly left the village with her daughter without even taking any belongings.

When they reached the top of a nearby hill, the mother and daughter looked back and saw that their house had been engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

"Why?" Rowena murmured to herself, a drop of crystal tears sliding down her cheek.