Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan returned to the bottom of the lake again, where he became as quiet as ever.

Neither the battle just ended nor the forthcoming Voldemort affected the lives of the mermaids.

They gathered from nearby waters, as they had done in the past, to perform their ancient sacrifices.

Although members of the magic world, mermaids have their own unique closed circle of life.

How the human world continues to struggle does not affect them, as has been the case for thousands of years, and Voldemort is not interested in the territory of mermaids.

Their lives are here for generations, and they have no quarrel with the world, no matter who is in the castle!

However, after seeing Ivan arrive, a number of mermaids went up to ask about what was inside the castle.

Even those living beneath the lake have heard Voldemort's name and know the terrible things he has done in the past.

Ivan and the mermaid chatted a few words and when the gap in the tail of the statue opened, he drilled in.

Along the path he had passed, he quickly arrived in front of that huge, unusual stone gate.

The dark blue raven stood quietly above the stone door, and the eyes of the two rubies glistened under the light of the wand.

It became, as before, without any smell, seemed to be a dead thing.

But after the last experience, Ivan wouldn't think so. It's not easy.

From the knowledge of alchemy, this raven already has the most advanced knowledge of alchemy and has life!

Whether or not Roina Ravenclaw was the one who made it, and no matter how she did it, there is an uncontested fact in front of her, which one has to admire: she gave life to a dead creature and made it immortal!

Alchemy was born in ancient Egypt, which belonged to the ancient magical civilization of the ancient magicians.

In Ivan's view, while powerful pharaohs, sacrifices and archaeologists have created many magic beyond their imagination, the only thing they really want most urgently is to conquer death.

They conducted research from the perspective of alchemy and magic of the dead, respectively, with alarming results.

Magic stones, for example, and soul appliances, are a tiny fraction of what they do.

Evan carefully weighed the raven and studied it for a while before walking over and knocking gently on the door.

The eagle's mouth immediately opened and, in a cold, shady voice, said, "My door is only open to the smartest, as the master wishes. Strange visitors, I will ask you questions to see if your wisdom meets the requirements. Correct answer, I will let you in openly; wrong answer, you will die! ”

The sound had just fallen, powerful magic surrounded Ivan, and the ravens above the gate took off.

It circled over Evan's head, his blood-red eyes staring dead at him.

“Ask!” Ivan said he was confident in answering the other person's questions.

Like Ravenclaw's public lounge door, every knock has a different problem.

Some were simple, some were difficult, and this was the magic that Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw had done with her own hands.

After the last time, Ivan asked Luna to lead him to Ravenclaw Public Lounge, where he practiced and gained experience.

“Phoenix and fire, which one first? ”

So this is the question, and Ivan immediately answered, “It's a cycle, no starting point, no ending point! ”

Phoenix was born in the flames and dissipated in the flames, and this magical creature can hardly truly die.

Nature is fair, however, and while giving Phoenix powerful vitality, it also considerably limits their number.

You know, of all the wands, the wand cores made of phoenix tail feathers are the smallest in relative numbers, because the number of phoenix is far less than the number of fire dragons, unicorns and other magical creatures, except for Fox in Dumbledore, where Ivan has never seen any other phoenix.

“Correct answer, visitor! The brightest of minds deserves a reward!” The stone door opened slowly.

The powerful force that controlled Evan disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed.

He walked in, took Ravenclaw's crown, ignored the magically protected magic books, and quickly walked to the innermost side of the room, in front of Ms. Ravenclaw's beautiful, but somewhat daunting, giant statue.

The raven gently landed over her head, twisting her head, her blood-red eyes staring dead at Ivan.

Its eyes fell on Ivan's crown, flashing a strange red light.

“Exceptional wisdom is humanity's greatest treasure!” It made a loud, dull cry to Ivan, "visitor, you passed the first test, placing Ms. Ravenclaw's crown where it should be, and I will show you the hidden secrets! ”

Ivan took out the wand to guide the crown of his left hand, allowing him to float in control, controlling it to float up slowly.

Clicking briskly, the crown accurately landed on the statue's head, fitting perfectly together.

In a slight tremor, the raven looked at Ivan and he seemed to touch an organ.

Ivan blinked, a moment of trance, as if nothing had happened.

What the hell is going on, Ravenclaw's secret?

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that the scene around him had changed, and he was no longer in that closed chamber.

Ivan appeared on a big, swinging boat, surrounded by an endless sea of azure, and he could even smell the smell of sea water.

Then he saw Rowena Ravenclaw, standing on the deck in front of her, smiling at herself.

Soul Magic Again!!!

Ravenclaw, like Gryffindor, preserves a part of his soul in some way.

But it seemed somewhat different, and Ms. Ravenclaw did not speak to Ivan, nor was it a powerful illusion here.

Gryffindor's soul is preserved by the power of magic stones and stars.

In Ravenclaw's secret chamber, Ivan didn't feel the power except for that uncomfortable raven.

Without magic support, her soul would not stay, much less have the power to create illusions.

But how powerful her magic is, it's impossible to do that!

Ivan looked around and carefully felt that the world was somewhat similar to the memories seen in the meditation basin and Tom Riddle's diary, preserving an image of the past in a special way for later viewing, and he was revisiting Royna Ravenclaw's memories.

Ravenclaw in front of him was wearing a set of sky-blue wizard robes, about seventeen or eight years old, looking so beautiful that he couldn't even be seen directly.

Especially those blue blue eyes, purely without any flaws, seemed to reach the human mind directly...