Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 661 Ravenclaw’s Sacrifice

"You think this is a good idea, Rowena?"

The kind Hufflepuff was looking at his best friend with a solemn expression at this moment.
  "You plan to use your own life force as a shackle to control this evil creature. Have you considered the consequences? Rowena, the evil magic power in this creature will in turn affect you. I don't doubt that you can Resist its erosion, but there is no doubt that it will cost you a lot of life!"

"We have made the decision long ago to sacrifice our lives in order to prevent that bleak future, right, Helga?"

Ravenclaw smiled calmly.

"We must restrict this creature to prevent it from leaving the island one day after we pass away, devouring life's emotions to its heart's content, and thereby growing its own population.

My idea is that since we cannot destroy them for the time being, they need to accept the control of wizards before the final moment arrives. I use my life force as a medium to make a contract with this dementor, thereby making this evil creature The tribe has become controllable. Even if time passes, as long as this contract exists, they must obey the wizard's orders.
  I can leave this contract to the successive headmasters of Hogwarts after us. Of course, I don't want to do this unless there is no other way. Later generations of wizards will not be satisfied with just limiting their instinct to expand the group. Possibly harnessing the power of this evil creature. No matter what they use this evil creature for, whether for good or evil, the use of this power itself means evil--"

Amosta's eyes trembled slightly.

It seems that Rowena Ravenclaw ultimately did not hand over the contract to the previous headmasters of Hogwarts, but to the successor of the Royal Society of Wizards, the Ministry of Magic.

This is indeed an issue that is easily overlooked.

For many years, dementors guarded wizard prisons for the Ministry of Magic. When people discuss that prison, the first thing that comes to mind is the terrifying dementors. But no one seems to think about why dementors, a purely evil creature, listen to the instructions of the wizard government?

So, the contract is still kept in the Ministry of Magic and the person who gets the contract will have the right to command the dementors?

For Amosta, it is not difficult to restrain the dementors, and unless the dementors gather in large numbers, some elite wizards can deal with them calmly, but this does not mean that the dementors There is nothing to be afraid of. This kind of creature is almost a nightmare for ordinary wizards in the magic world. After all, how many people can master such profound magic as the 'Patron Saint Curse'?
  So this contract is currently in the hands of Cornelius Fudge?
  This thought flashed through Amosta's mind, and then he denied it. It is too harmful to let an individual control this contract. More likely, this contract is currently kept in the Department of Mysteries. It will only belong to the wizard's political organization rather than an individual. The Minister of Magic may not know about it. , and the secret of the origin and effectiveness of this contract is in the hands of a silent man who has passed through the Department of Mysteries for generations.

Use your own life force to form shackles to restrain the completely uncontrollable dementors so that they can obey orders?
  Harry stared blankly at Rowena Ravenclaw, a witch known to the world for her beauty, wisdom and power, with light swaying in her green eyes.

Harry didn't know how difficult this thing was, and what kind of advanced magic could do all this, but one thing he knew very well, that is, to do all this, Ms. Ravenclaw would have to pay a heavy price. This kind of It's hard not to be moved by the great self-sacrifice.

But Ms. Ravenclaw's words were not enough to relieve Ms. Hufflepuff, and her eyes became even heavier.

"I understand, Rowena, but your child--"

"I wouldn't have done it before she was born—"

Lady Ravenclaw said calmly.

"You know very well that's not what I mean, Rowena—"

Hufflepuff raised his hand and brushed it sadly through Ravenclaw's hair.

"This child won't have her father by her side. Do you still want her to lose her mother?"

"Her father will accompany her to grow up and teach her magic, but they don't know each other." Ms. Ravenclaw's smile was poignant.

"Even for us, there will always be a day when we pass away, Helga. I believe that my child can bear his own life."

Harry's fists clenched.

Take responsibility for your own life.
  His parents died fighting against Voldemort. Did they also hold this belief before they died?

To deal with whom?
  Deep confusion arose in Hermione's heart. It was obviously not the Royal Wizarding Association, right?

Dementors.
  The previous conversation made Hermione understand that Ms. Ravenclaw and Ms. Hufflepuff were trying their best to destroy them. But it was just Dementors. As for Ravenclaw, one of the four founders who made Hogwarts great, Is Law so self-sacrificing?

"The future is a river with countless forks, which cannot be completely glimpsed. I hope that it will eventually move towards the brightest one from where I peek-"

Helga's burgundy eyes were filled with pity.

"We are all working on it -" said Lady Ravenclaw, her majestic goshawk patronus resting on her shoulder and swallowing the dementor again.

Amosta thought this memory would end here, but after Ms. Ravenclaw waved away the Patronus, she looked at Ms. Hufflepuff,
  "Did you find out anything about the door I brought back from that island, Helga?"

Is it the 'Death Door' in the final starry sky chamber in the underground ruins of Azkaban?
  Amosta immediately recalled it. It was a mysterious and evil magic item, with an ancient aura lingering around it. It was hard to imagine why it was made.

Ms. Hufflepuff did not answer Ravenclaw's question, but led her to the oil painting of an open valley on the wall. She fiddled with the originally beautiful oil painting behind an ear of rice carved on the yellow border. A vortex suddenly appeared, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw stepped in one after another.

"Follow up quickly——"

Amosta waved to the three little guys and quickly followed them.

"Are we going back?"

Ron looked at the oil painting and asked anxiously. If possible, he hoped to find another way back to the castle he was familiar with. The scene he had seen in the corridor before had really given him an indescribable mental impact.

"I don't think it's time yet--"

Amosta said concisely and concisely, and then his body disappeared into the painting, and the three little wizards and two elves stopped uneasily for a while before the vortex subsided, and entered the frame one after another. .

"This is--"

Harry looked around in a daze.

They did not return to the cold and terrifying corridor, but appeared in another room. It is clean and tidy, and like Ms. Hufflepuff's office just now, it has a bright floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window is the endless Forbidden Forest. But unlike the era they were in, there is no boundary between the Forbidden Forest and the site. There is a simple wooden house.

This is not so much a secret room as it is a private room where Ms. Hufflepuff enjoys her private time.

On the shelves on the wall near the window, there are many flowers and plants. These are not the magical plants that Professor Sprout raised in the greenhouse, but edible plants and fruits. There is even an exquisite plant here. The stove is where Ms. Hufflepuff can experiment with those whimsical new dishes.

There are things related to magic.

After entering the secret room, there are several crystal balls on the wall on the left. Most of the centers of these excellent crystal balls are filled with hazy mist, and one or two are wrapped in the dazzling starry sky.

"Ms. Hufflepuff is—"

Hermione looked at those crystal balls, she seemed to realize something, and said in shock,

"Same as Professor Trelawney."

"There are probably some differences -"

Professor Brain looked at the 'Door of Death' directly across the room, which was bound by dense ancient magic patterns carved on the ground.
  "I'm not sure how much real ability Professor Trelawney has, but Ms. Hufflepuff is obviously able to intercept real pictures from the illusory fate-"

"Has anything ever come out of this door, Helga?"

Ms. Ravenclaw forgot about the magic words on the ground and immediately understood that this was a seal imposed by Helga to prevent abnormal movement of the door.

"Fortunately, there hasn't been any worrying situation so far--"

Ms. Hufflepuff gracefully came to the rough arch. Her fingertips brushed the curtains that were windless but swaying strangely in the air. Then, she turned back and smiled at Ms. Ravenclaw,
  "But, I went in-"

(End of this chapter)