Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 417, Section 415: The Scroll of Inheritance

It's quite a special thing to pack up a portrait and take it away.

But how can you take the portrait with you?

Sheehan didn't understand, and he wished Mr. Owl could explain more clearly.

How can I take you away?

Sheen asked.

He examined the owl image. Was he supposed to just take it away? He thought it shouldn't be like that.

This is not magic.

“Clever little wizard, you have made the right decision.”

Mr. Owl tapped the picture frame with his claws, making it thump loudly.

A gentle breeze carrying the damp scent of earth blew by, casting a warm yellow glow on the third-floor corridor.

With a jerk, Mr. Owl extended one of his claws out of the picture frame.

This scene made Sheen's eyes widen slightly.

"What are you looking at!"

Mr. Owl is noisy.

Sheen lowered his head, and the Wizard's Book was quickly opened.

"Clever little wizard, silly little wizard, help me, I'm stuck—"

Mr. Owl was silent for a few seconds before pleading for help.

Sheen then realized what was happening. He closed the book, tapped his wand, and a vine softly wrapped around Mr. Owl's outstretched claw.

Soon, a cat's head, a pair of wings, and an old roll of parchment appeared outside the picture frame.

A thick ribbon of holly and mistletoe stretched down the corridor, and the floral arrangements Lockhart had previously made were still in full bloom.

Mr. Owl immediately spread his wings and flew away. In the past, he could only flap his wings in the picture frame. Today, he flew around the spire of Hogwarts Castle again and again.

"I have completed Ravenclaw's mission!"

It shouted.

"I'm flying!"

It's noisy.

This scene naturally caught the attention of an old wizard, who looked at the window, and the stained glass window opened automatically.

Below the stained glass window, an old kettle was bubbling; outside the stained glass window, a peculiar owl was soaring.

It wore elegant gold-rimmed glasses and clutched a yellowed parchment.

"Ravenclaw's owl, inherited by Ravenclaw, how interesting..."

Dumbledore smiled, and even the annoyance of Minerva McGonagall causing him so much trouble vanished.

He sat down and began to deal with "the vice principal's endless official duties."

On the third-floor corridor, a few snowflakes drifted in through the stained-glass windows and landed on Sheen's eyebrows.

He looked up and a clump of "snow" landed on his shoulder.

"This is freedom! I'm sticking with you!"

Mr. Owl cheered.

"Aren't you a portrait?"

Sheen asked.

"I am a noble eagle."

Mr. Owl hummed.

Sheen was now a little confused. What exactly was Mr. Owl?

alchemy?
Not entirely; Sheen's intuition about alchemy was never wrong.

Mr. Owl is indeed alive.

The alchemy that Sheen came into contact with, whether it was wizard chess or paintings, were creations that seemed to be alive, but could not be classified as living beings at all.

In other words, they do not possess life, but only some individuality.

But look at Mr. Owl; he's preening his feathers and stretching his body. Just as he says, he's a living eagle.

But how can an eagle live for more than ten centuries?

If Voldemort knew...

"You can always come out of the portrait and move around?"

Sheen asked curiously.

"Of course, I am the free eagle, the noble Raven!"

Mr. Owl was very proud.

"So……"

Sheen fell silent for a moment.

From this perspective, Mr. Owl lives voluntarily as a portrait.

“The portrait can prolong my time, so I have to be very careful…” Mr. Owl whispered in Sheen’s ear.

“Let me tell you a secret… I was created to carry out Lady Ravenclaw’s mission, and I am a loyal eagle.”

The loyalty of more than ten centuries left Sheen speechless for a long time.

"Century after century, that damned tattered hat has found no wizard... I can only wait, and wait..."

My mission is now complete—a new mission begins—

Mr. Owl held his head high.

"What mission?"

Sheen was curious.

"Follow you."

Mr. Owl stared at Sheehan with his big eyes.

"and then?"

Sheen was puzzled.

What kind of task is this?
"That's all."

Mr. Owl hummed and hawed.

Sheen fell silent again, but soon accepted it.

Mr. Owl has many secrets; he himself is a great secret.

Sheen guessed that this was a rare instance of bio-alchemy, one of the most dangerous and obscure parts of the entire alchemy process.

In fact, black magic creatures like basilisks and eight-eyed giant spiders are likely part of bio-alchemy.

The darker, more dangerous part.

Given Ravenclaw's alchemical prowess in designing Hogwarts Castle, creating a special owl seems quite plausible.

……

Hope Cottage.

Pumpkin Bookstore.

This is where Justin sculpted; Sheen occasionally comes in to sit for a while.

He was carefully placing Mr. Owl on the perch.

He held an old parchment in his hand.

This is a true manifestation of Ravenclaw wisdom.

He carefully unrolled the parchment; the ancient paper was covered with silver threads.

Like the threads in a meditation basin, they float dreamily and uncertainly.

Sheen stared intently at the silver threads, and soon the world before him began to blur.

outside the house.

Hope Cottage lost its doorman today.

Where is Mr. Owl?

Hermione frowned.

"The first time I saw Mr. Owl was not there."

Justin, on the other hand, seemed quite intrigued.

"Okay, let's just say it went to visit someone, but how do we get in?"

Ron yawned.

As winter drew to a close, snow began to fall, and the windows were quickly covered with a layer of frost.

They seemed to have been waiting here for a long time; the three little wizards' hair was covered with snowflakes.

"Class is about to start."

Hermione closed the book, somewhat incredulous.

You should know that the second-year wizards' class starts at nine o'clock, and they arrived at Hope Hut at seven o'clock.

For two whole hours, they didn't see a single owl feather, which was unprecedented.

The owl they were talking about was perched on a branch, curiously pecking at the sweet potatoes roasting under the fireplace.

Occasionally, hot air would escape from his mouth.

Beside it, Sheen slowly awoke.

He felt as if he had just had a dream, as if he had experienced many memories, and his mind was filled with some vague knowledge.

"A one-time use magic inheritance scroll. How does it feel to use it for the first time?"

Mr. Owl hopped onto his shoulder.

Is this your first time using it...?

Sheen was too weak to speak; his head was spinning.

But after just one glance, he roughly understood how the scroll worked: Ravenclaw had placed some of his own memories of knowledge on the scroll.

(End of this chapter)