Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“In fact, for a while, I thought I was a monster.” Ravenclaw said calmly.

Evan did not look her in the eye, and he never thought that Ms. Ravenclaw had endured so much.

He knew that all reactions had been simulated with high intelligence and that Ms. Ravenclaw was the smartest wizard in the world, a title that until a thousand years later had been recognized by all wizards and could not be surpassed.

But Ivan doesn't know what kind of pain and suffering is haunting Ravenclaw behind all this.

Perhaps in the eyes of other wizards, Ravenclaw is a monster, even as she describes herself.

Absolute wisdom to abandon all emotions is a terrible magic gift.

“Perhaps some wizards want to acquire this gift, which will make them stronger, colder and less human, and they don't care what they give as long as they achieve their ambitions, but I hate it, which is probably the first time in my life that I can feel emotions, that is, dislike my gift, even dislike myself. Ravenclaw slowly said, shaking his head again," No, I don't know if it's an emotion, perhaps more appropriate to describe it by the aversion of wisdom. My people want me to use this gift to lead the Ravenclaw family, but all my intellect tells me to abandon this gift. I don't want to be the most powerful or the brightest wizard. I just want to be a normal human being. Is that too much? ”

Ivan silently, yeah, is that too much?!

This may be the meanest and most ordinary wish he has ever heard, but it is extremely difficult for Ms. Ravenclaw.

“When I was younger, I went crazy looking for a way to abandon this gift, even thinking about death and ending my life so that I could end up as a terrible monster...”

“Professor, you're not a monster!” Ivan said, "You are, and you are, the greatest sorcerer. ”

Ms. Ravenclaw, a monster? She's definitely not, she's one of the greatest wizards in the world.

Whether it was the creation of Hogwarts or the efforts made to confront evil gods, these were enough to keep all of her credit in mind.

Dark wizards like Voldemort are the monsters, and he uses seduction as a means to inflict pain on the world.

Ms. Ravenclaw is not, and even though her wisdom is enough to break people's minds, she chooses to use it as a way of making herself more like a normal person and an ordinary person, perhaps that's what Ms. Ravenclaw's aspirations are for most of her life.

“Thank you, Evan, for being kind and warm. Like Godric, Helga and Saracha, I'm glad to have met you, perhaps because of your presence, which makes me feel more like a complete person.” Ravenclaw smiled and said, "Now that you've been to Titan's, have you seen my memories on the crown? ”

Ivan nodded, and he remembered very clearly, at the end of that memory, Ravenclaw jumped into the Cariboudis swirl in search of a way to give up his gift, where, so the sea water rolled wildly, the waves splashed, the turbulence surged, the powerful tear of the vortex center was enough to tear everything apart inside.

Despite this, Gryffindor didn't hesitate to jump in after Ravenclaw jumped into the swirl.

He held Ravenclaw's hands tightly in the tumbling swirl and would never let go again, no matter what the danger was ahead.

Gryffindor will be with Ravenclaw even if he dies.

In that memory, Ivan, as a bystander, felt Griffindor's thoughts clearly and unequivocally.

He believes that these thoughts must have been clearly conveyed to Ms. Ravenclaw, even if she had no feelings...

“I suddenly felt something when the Great Vortex sucked me and Godric into that moment.” Ravenclaw closed his eyes and seemed to be remembering carefully, "it was a warm strange feeling, they were uploaded from Godrick's body, and as my blood slowly flowed, it eventually poured in here. ”

Place her right hand in front of her chest where her heart is.

“I think it's love, it's happiness, the emotion I've always wanted. At that moment, my wish finally came true! Ravenclaw said," Even if these feelings are so faint, they do appear to me, and I feel warm, and I become a normal person, and my soul truly integrates into the world. ”

“Professor, did you finally find a way to abandon this gift at Time Titan? ”

“No, I didn't ask him for this.” Ravenclaw smiled and said, "The moment Godric and I jumped into the vortex together, I had found feelings, and having them satisfied me, and I didn't need to and didn't need to look any further. ”

Is that enough? Really...

“After that adventure, Godrick and I found Saracha and Helga, and the four of us created Hogwarts, and I think I finally found what I should be pursuing, a more meaningful dream than getting emotions.” Ravenclaw said, "Later, I gave birth to Helena, and I thought I would be like a normal mother... but I didn't do it, I don't understand what motherhood is, I just repeat what I did when I was four years old to imitate other mothers, but I never thought that what I did was right for Helena. Hey, even if I feel emotions, I'm still not a normal person! ”

Helena's tragedy did have something to do with Ravenclaw, but Ivan knew everything and felt she should not be blamed.

Ms. Ravenclaw did not want to be good, but really could not. In a sense, she was a poor person herself, better qualified than others to blame fate, blame the world, not others.

But there's one question Ivan still doesn't understand, and he asks, "Why didn't you just stop Barlow? ”

“Everything you see in the forest is magic at the soul level. Neither you nor I actually left Hogwarts, so it's impossible to do anything. Ravenclaw whispered," The magic of the crown of our soul followers went to find another magic that exists in this world, a connection that exists only at the soul level. ”

“If using phantom shaping...”

“There is no magic that can instantly make me appear in the depths of that pristine forest.” Ravenclaw said, "I don't want to explain anything, Ivan, but I want you to believe that I don't want the tragedy of Helena and Barrow to happen, and that desire goes far beyond others. Probably because I can't feel the sadness, so their deaths hit me harder. Where you can't see, my soul and that insignificant emotion are being tortured by wisdom...”

Her voice was still so calm, but it hid grief close to despair.

Instead of listening with your ears, Ivan feels it with his soul.