A certain broken Hogwarts

Chapter 63 Ravenclaw's Secret Chamber

"Look, that's Owen Shafik!"

"The guy who almost flooded Hogwarts with paper alongside Harry Potter?"

As Owen walked down the corridor filled with young wizards, amidst whispers and stares, he belatedly realized that he seemed to have become... famous.

Who would have thought that after finally shedding the foolish title of "Gryffindor's nemesis," he'd now be burdened with the legend of the paper-based Hogwarts? If he had an achievement system or something, he'd probably be rewarded with mastery of spells by now, and maybe even have the three Unforgivable Curses at his disposal...

"Indeed, gold always shines, no matter where it is." Owen joked to himself, and didn't forget to nod and greet the young wizards who passed by with elegance and politeness.

After passing through two hidden doors and a shortcut, he had shaken off everyone and was standing in a corridor on the eighth floor. On the wall beside him hung a tapestry depicting a giant beating Barnabas with a club. The giant in the tapestry was brandishing a huge club and roaring menacingly at Owen.

Owen paced back and forth in front of the empty wall opposite him, silently repeating to himself, "I need to enter the secret room left by Ravenclaw." After three attempts, the Room of Requirement remained silent.

"This is troublesome. Is the password wrong?" Owen stopped, frowning and pondering. He knew that when someone conjured a room from the House of Requirement, they could set an entry password to keep out unwanted visitors.

"Wait a minute..." He pondered for a moment, then continued to linger by the wall, silently reciting Ravenclaw's most iconic quote: "The greatest treasure of mankind is intelligence."

After repeating this process three times, the smooth wall surface suddenly rippled like water, and a magnificent bronze door silently appeared, carved with exquisite classical patterns, full of mysterious beauty.

Without encountering further challenges, the door slid open silently, revealing a circular room paved with marble, the ceiling reflecting the outside sky directly, like a glass dome connecting to the heavens.

In the center of the circular room stood a huge marble statue of a solemn and beautiful woman, wearing a magnificent crown on her head, holding a magic wand with a crystal ball at the top in her right hand, and her sapphire eyes seemed to be silently gazing at the distant sky.

Irving stepped into the room, and the door closed silently behind him. He circled the statue in the circular room, but apart from the central sculpture, there was nothing else. The only thing was a marble pedestal at the base of the sculpture, topped with a lifelike eagle head, its sapphire eyes staring at him as if they were alive.

"Welcome to Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets." A melodious female voice came from the eagle head ornament, and a bright light flashed in the sapphire eagle eyes.

"Hello?" Owen greeted politely, but his body instinctively took a step back, his hand gripping his wand tightly. He couldn't let his guard down, especially when facing a mysterious magical creation.

"Hello, I am the caretaker here. You may call me Mettis. By passing the test left by Ravenclaw, you will receive her wisdom." The eagle-head ornament spoke in a soft, humming tone.

"Yes, Mettis. What's in the secret room?" Owen asked gently, without putting down his wand.

"All of Ravenclaw's knowledge is here." Mettis's light words were like a gentle breeze. "Before she left, she donated the vast majority of the books she had collected throughout her life to the Hogwarts library, and here all the original books and the truly profound collection, as well as Ravenclaw's core research results, have been preserved."

"Ravenclaw believed that precious knowledge should not be given away easily. Only a wise and knowledge-hungry wizard, who could keenly perceive the existence of the secret chamber from the clues she deliberately left behind, and who could come here through a persistent and greedy pursuit, and then pass the tests she set, would be qualified to enjoy the sweet fruits of wisdom."

"Regardless of which house you come from, since you were able to unravel the layers of mystery and find your way here, you must possess a brilliant mind and an unyielding pursuit of knowledge, the qualities that Ravenclaw values ​​most. As long as you pass the final test, they will all be yours. I believe you will inherit Ravenclaw's wisdom and will, and become a learned sage and a great wizard."

Métis spoke slowly, not in a rambling manner, but rather like a captivating hymn.

"Has anyone else been here before me?" Owen blinked, not in a hurry to accept the test, but instead chatted with Mettis with a smile.

"Every now and then, someone stands here like you, then leaves disappointed or full of good fortune," Mettis said without the slightest impatience, his voice gentle and pleasant. "You're the first one in all these years."

Irving nodded thoughtfully. He was able to find this place thanks to the answer from the Truth Machine, so why didn't the person who asked the question come here? Was Métis lying, or did that person simply not find the Room of Requirement? After all, the Room of Requirement is indeed hard to find.

"Then I choose to begin the test, Métis," he said to the eagle-headed sculpture after a moment.

The sapphire in the eagle's eyes flickered, and then the stone platform beneath it trembled slightly. A stone book slowly rose up, and lines of ancient runes appeared on its pages.

"This is a method for creating spells that Ravenclaw has summarized through long-term research," Mettis explained softly. "Using this construction method, wizards can easily create their own spells simply by trying to combine and construct basic runes one by one, without having to rely on a deep understanding of the principles of spells and advanced application."

"Your first test is to use this to create a valid spell here. I will judge whether you meet the requirements."

Owen stood in front of the stone platform, squinting as he deciphered the words on the book, thinking to himself, "Fortunately, I have some knowledge of ancient runes..." Many ancient magic books and documents were written in runes, so he had learned ancient runes as a second language at a young age.

"The Seven-Part Construction Method of Spell Runes..." Owen quickly memorized the article, resting his chin on his hand and frowning.

Without a doubt, this construction method is an epoch-making achievement. It transformed the creation of spells from a process of imaginative invention into a mechanical arrangement and combination, eliminating the need for in-depth study of spell principles and flashes of inspiration, thus greatly reducing the difficulty of creating spells. Perhaps spells created using this method are more mediocre, but they are enough to make an ordinary person soar to great heights.

"That's pretty impressive," Owen muttered, glancing at the silent eagle-headed creature. While this construction method could create spells, what about the risks? After all, spell creation is fraught with uncertainty, especially with such random combinations that are more prone to mishaps.

He narrowed his eyes, then silently entered the meditation space.

(End of this chapter)