Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 142 Ravenclaw's Crown

At the fork in the corridor, there was an abandoned girls' bathroom, and according to Bree's perception, there were several people hiding in it.

Tom stared at Bree in surprise. He thought: Could it be that his little Bree had found the entrance to the secret room so quickly? No, maybe there were other reasons. Little Bree was not such a boring person and would pay attention to someone with whom he was interested. Unrelated things.

At this time, the sound thread coming from Lockhart's wand appeared, and Tom immediately discovered and intercepted it.

Lockhart?
Look, what Tom found out, it turned out that Voldemort went to Lockhart and wanted to... still wanted to do something to his son, what did he want to do!
Angry Tom suppressed his anger, and at this moment he really wanted to kill Lockhart and Voldemort desperately.

But Bree is here, he has to be patient, only a one-hit kill is the real success.

At this time, Brie did not push away the bathroom, but just fanned the room and said, "It smells like magic potion, it's polyjuice."

Tom looked at the bathroom in confusion, while Bree said: "Maybe I know why the accident happened in the potions classroom before, but I didn't expect the savior to be so bold."

Even if Draco had broken up with him, this was not something Potter could tease at will.

"I have to give them some color..."

If Bree guessed correctly, Harry and Ron teamed up with Hermione and Neville to stage a scene in order to steal the ingredients for the polyjuice potion stored in the potions classroom. As for the refining location, this is it. An abandoned girls' restroom that few people pass by.

This is a really great idea, but it takes a full month to make the polyjuice potion. According to the date, it will probably be completed within a few days of Christmas.

"Let's go, Azar, the patrol is over... don't tell anyone about what's going on here."

Bree chuckled, and since Harry wanted to play, he'd do it for a while.

Tom nodded. Naturally, he would not refuse Bree's request. Anyway, he was in a good condition now. He didn't need to take useless risks for some curiosity, as long as Bree was happy.

"I'll go to the corner tower, and you can go back by yourself."

After saying goodbye to Tom in the corridor, Bree walked straight upstairs. There were many students patrolling along the way. In order to avoid trouble, Bree directly cast a powerful Ignore Curse and Disappearance Curse on herself, and walked straight up. eighth floor.

"Queer Lockhart, how it shoots dust up my nostrils, damn it!"

It was Peeves' voice.

Bree stopped. Shouldn't Lockhart be patrolling the second floor with Draco? Why would he appear here?

"Peeves, what happened?"

Bree's spell casts a spell on Peeves, allowing him to see him.

"Oh, it's you..." Peeves wanted to slip away, but a cluster of flames transformed by natural magic appeared on Bree's hand, which made Peeves dare not move because Peeves felt the heat on the flame. Impossible, but Bree did it, and she didn't want to be burned.

"It's Lockhart, he went to the troll portrait over there, I tried to play tricks on him, but was stopped by his dust cannon..."

Peeves spilled everything in a panic, now more willing to face Lockhart's dust than Bree.

Troll portrait?
Bree had a vague impression that it was in a dead-end corridor not far from the principal's office.

"Go to the Slytherin lounge and see, Draco...Is the brat with the platinum blonde hair there? Let me know in the turret later."

"Yes!"

Peeves hurried downstairs...

Bree waved away the flames and walked towards the principal's office, and soon saw a portrait of a troll waving a giant stick and hitting silly men diagonally opposite.

There is no path here, perhaps behind the portrait, or else on the wall.

Brie touched the mural, and the troll on it looked over, its unintelligent eyes full of inquiry, and the stupid man said directly: "Take his mallet away for me, and I'll tell you how to get in!"

This is very simple. Portrait Magic Buri learned about it when he was looking for soul magic before. He knows that portrait magic is a magic item that is a mixture of part of the soul and consciousness. That's it.

Bree stretched out her wand and lit it on the giant monster's club in the portrait.

Then a burst of magic power poured in and turned into the vines in the painting, wrapping around the giant monster. The giant monster yelled hurriedly, but unfortunately Brie didn't care about this. The vines took away the mallet and locked it tightly, and the giant monster The monster was thrown out of the vine.

After all, the man only asked Bree to take the mallet, not kill the troll.

"I...I'll tell you right now, respected wizard."

The man swallowed his saliva, made a gentlemanly gesture in the portrait, and said hurriedly: "Go back and forth three times, silently reciting where you want to go, and you will be able to open the Room of Requirement!"

Room of Requirement?
Bree had read the book and knew that this was a magical place with all kinds of things. If he didn't know what the person who entered was thinking, he wouldn't be able to find him.

"Did someone go in just now? Where was he going?"

"Oh, just now, yes, a weird professor came in, but I don't know what he was thinking..." The man in the portrait trembled, looking at the vines in the portrait and not daring to move.

Bree thought for a while, put her hand on the mural, and enveloped the wall with magic, but unfortunately she found nothing.

After that, Bree walked back and forth three more times, thinking about the kitchen, and soon, a smooth door appeared here. Bree touched it lightly, but there was still no trace of magic on it.

"This must be the work of a great wizard."

This made Bree a little disappointed. Even if the door disappeared, he could not decipher the mystery inside. This was not within the scope of his research. If the soul of the great wizard was here, he would be able to see through it. Unfortunately, what is here is space magic. , Brie has yet to dabble in.

"We can only wait..."

Bree cast the Disillusionment Curse and the Ignore Curse on herself, which was magic that even Dumbledore couldn't detect. He didn't think Lockhart could see it. After a while, another door appeared on the wall.

The pale-faced Lockhart was very haggard, and his golden hair was messy, as if he had been ravaged for a long time. At this time, his hands were trembling, and he was holding a beautiful crown with black smoke. It was obvious that this was the culprit.

Bree stared at the familiar crown, which he had vaguely seen somewhere.

This is...Ravenclaw!
Bree had seen the statue of Ravenclaw in the Ravenclaw common room before. There was a stone crown on the statue that was exactly like this one.

This is not something taught by Lockhart.

As Breeze thought about this, a Stunning Curse hit Lockhart hard from behind.

"boom!"

Lockhart staggered, but strangely he showed no sign of falling. Instead, he looked behind him in panic.

"who is it?"

Bree was surprised. There was definitely something wrong with Lockhart, but he couldn't care less. If Dumbledore found out later, the crown would not be his.

Bree's hand was fierce, and a vine instantly wrapped around Lockhart, strangled his mouth, snatched the crown that he was holding tightly in his hand, and then casually threw it under the mural in the corridor. The man shivered while hugging the troll, looking in horror at Lockhart who was struggling constantly and where Bree was originally standing.

Brie weighed her hands and said, "The breath of black magic...has it been made into a Horcrux?"

Returning to the turret with the crown, Bree cautiously poked the crown with the wand that constantly exuded the temptation of "put it on me", and said thoughtfully: "It seems to be Voldemort's handiwork. I didn't expect this guy to be so bold. Put your Horcrux in Hogwarts."

"But I don't think he only has one Horcrux."

"Ravenclaw's diadem, corresponding to Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's golden cup, and Gryffindor's sword, but it is certain that the sword has not yet been made into a soul. device."

Thinking of the missing Sorting Hat, Bree thought it was stolen by Voldemort, but the Imperius Curse in Arnold's head was obviously a product of Quirrell's time last year, so there was another guy in Hogwarts involved in this matter.

It's really complicated. Why didn't the picky Voldemort find the three Deathly Hallows to make Horcruxes? He might just escape the control of Death, idiot.

"This is the crown of Ravenclaw. It is not just a symbol. It is said that it can give people endless wisdom. Voldemort should not be so stupid."

Bree suppressed the urge to put it on, wondering what to do with the thing.

"Is it possible to make this just like making house elves?"

Bree held her head up and stared at the black smoke rising from the crown, imagining a large group of house elves with snake-like faces and no noses like Voldemort, chattering to serve herself, and banging their heads against the wall because they were displeased by her. .

His head hurts.

"It would be great if Voldemort had one. The more souls are divided, the crazier they become and the less they have their own sanity. House elves are a successful alchemy of life for wizards, but they are definitely not for me."

Putting the crown in another drawer, using magic power to isolate the breath, and adding the anti-unlocking spell, Bree was relieved.

"Let's look at it again. After I deal with Voldemort's soul in the dark lamp first, if the experiment fails, I can have a spare."

However, before using the crown, you must find a way to completely remove the soul, otherwise the crown will be ruined. You must know that the most likely place to hide clues to the treasures of the four giants of Hogwarts is in the places they left Of course, Brie will not miss out on the treasures.

Bree then rests in peace when Peeves arrives to tell him that Draco is safe.

……

In the next few days, Bree first purchased some prohibited potion materials from Borgin's store and began to make a special potion in the turret. Mixing this potion with the polyjuice potion can produce a wonderful potion. Variety.

In addition, Bree's paper on the conjecture about natural magic should also be put on the agenda. He decided to publish it on Christmas Day. For this reason, he had to discuss with Professor Flitwick for more than half a month and contact the wizarding newspaper where it was published.

So during this time, Bree frantically ran to the library to learn some of the logic of newspaper publishing, and continued to write the actual content of the paper.

On this day, Bree finished writing the last part of the paper in the library and was about to go find Professor Flitwick, but found Professor Flitwick sneaking around in a corner of the library.

(End of this chapter)