A certain broken Hogwarts

Chapter 64 Ravenclaw's Trial

In the quiet white space, Irving sat with his legs crossed in a chair, writing and drawing in his notebook with a quill pen.

To create a spell, you must first clearly define the effect you want, and then determine the basic principles of the spell. Normally, what follows is in-depth research and repeated experiments, completing the creation of the spell with the support of inspiration and theory. Although the final result may be completely different from the original intention... once you master the seven-part construction method, Irving only needs to combine and try again and again.

"Then let's choose gravity," Irving said, circling it on the paper.

As wizards who wield mystical magic, they don't need to understand what gravity is; that's a Muggle concept. In fact, wizards only need to know the effects gravity causes, such as making a person's body incredibly heavy or light, and then work accordingly.

"First, there's the principle of 'weight,' which can control the increase or decrease of weight." Irving wrote down a word and continued thinking. "Then we can add the principles of 'attraction' and 'repulsion' to strengthen or counteract the effects of gravity... or simply and crudely use 'push' and 'pull' to push and pull towards the ground or sky, which can achieve similar effects."

"Huh? In that case, why not just create a spell related to gravity or repulsion? Gravity is just too complicated." With that thought, he changed his mind. "Gravity, gravity...tsk tsk, interesting."

Remembering an anime he had watched in his previous life, Owen stood up with great interest and began to use the "Seven-Part Construction Method of Spell Runes" to simply and crudely combine the principles of "attraction" and "pulling" in spells.

Owen waved his wand, and some of the clutter around him trembled slightly before returning to stillness.

"Tsk, failed. Let's try the next combination." He muttered, continuing to wave his wand, an invisible wave emanating from it.

The chair next to him suddenly shattered, and flying wood fragments nearly pierced his eyes.

"Failed, continue..."

The dummy used for practicing spells shook violently, then flew towards Owen, only to suddenly disintegrate in mid-air, shattering into a pile of dust.

"continue……"

A bright purple spark flashed, followed by a deafening explosion. Irving felt a sharp pain in his arm; his right arm felt as if it had been slashed by countless red-hot blades, instantly covered in charred wounds.

"Hiss, that was dangerous after all." Owen grinned and shook his arm, which instantly healed. Within the wall-facing space, all his injuries could be restored instantly at his will.

"continue!"

After dozens of attempts, Owen finally grasped the basics of the spell. With a gentle tap of his wand, all the surrounding debris seemed to be drawn towards him, finally coming to a sudden stop as the wand pressed down.

"Not bad, but the pulling force needs to be strengthened. In the future, we can also mark objects to pull specific things. Although it's similar to the Summoning Spell, its advantage is that it can pull multiple objects at once, summon teammates to run away, or interfere with and interrupt enemy spells..."

Then, Owen pointed his wand at a dummy in front of him, and all the debris instantly changed direction, as if pulled by invisible ropes, and slammed onto the dummy, squeezing together into a crooked and loose ball.

"Hmm... it's still not attractive enough, it needs improvement..." Irving nodded, but the basic outline was already there.

"The spell is: Unity as One." Owen frowned as he thought, "But creating a spell by shortcuts is definitely not the right way."

Logically, a creator should be able to cast their own spells without casting them, since no one knows their spells better than the creator themselves. However, Owen found that the spells he created using the seven-part construction method were difficult to cast without casting them, which greatly reduced the value of this construction method.

"Highly dangerous and of little value, no wonder it's used as a test question; for an ordinary wizard, using it would be suicidal. But surprisingly, it suits me well." Owen closed his eyes slightly, pondering carefully. "However, as a test for a student, its danger is indeed far too great..."

When he opened his eyes, he was back in reality. Métis's sapphire eyes were as bright as ever, but he remained patiently silent.

"I've created it." Owen smiled at the eagle head, took out his wand and casually demonstrated it, then explained his ideas and the principles behind it to Mettis.

"..." Mettis remained silent for a long time, seemingly not quite understanding why Owen had managed to create the spell without even trying. But she clearly had a way of confirming that Owen hadn't cheated, so she said in a light tone, "Congratulations on passing the first test. Next, you will face an exam. Ravenclaw's knowledge is only passed on to bright and eager-to-learn young wizards. After passing this exam, you will receive the inheritance."

"Oh?" Owen twirled his wand with great interest, his movements so skillful and fluid that they were dazzling.

"The exam questions have been adjusted according to your age, and you need to achieve a certain score to pass." Mettis's tone remained gentle and melodious.

As her voice drifted out, the floor and walls of the circular room began to tremble slightly. One by one, ancient and elegant bookshelves emerged from the walls, displaying thick, old books, each seemingly containing unfathomable magical power.

In the blink of an eye, the room, which was neither too big nor too small, expanded countless times, transforming into a huge library! Rows of bookshelves were arranged in a circle around the central statue, and the entire space was instantly filled with the aroma of books.

"These are the knowledge you will gain..." Mettis said.

Then, the stone book on the eagle-headed pedestal slowly descended, and an old parchment slowly unfolded in its original position, with a long black quill pen floating beside it.

"There are a total of one hundred questions. The quill pen will sense the knowledge in your brain and answer them for you."

"During the exam, you might encounter questions you don't know the answers to, after all, these are questions set a thousand years ago," Métis hummed. "But you have the opportunity to find the answers."

"You can choose to exchange the knowledge in your brain with me, and I will take it as payment. You will forget it, but you can make up for it through learning in the future. Or you can choose to exchange it with the knowledge you will acquire. Every time you exchange it for the answer to a question, the amount of knowledge you will acquire in the future will be randomly reduced."

"It's entirely up to you to decide," Mettis said, his tone remaining gentle.

"But you won't tell me exactly how many questions I need to answer correctly to pass, will you?" Owen tilted his head, looking at the test paper and quill pen on the stone platform.

"Yes." Mettis's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of amusement.

"Interesting," Irving muttered to himself. So that means a perfect score is required.

He reached out and touched the black quill pen. The quill pen seemed to come alive, bounced, circled around him like a puppy, and then began to write furiously on the parchment.

Irving carefully read the questions on the parchment. Most of them were questions he already knew, but some involved very obscure knowledge, and some even used ancient terms that had long been abandoned.

After the quill pen finished its work, nine questions remained blank on the parchment. They weren't particularly difficult, just like the others, but they happened to touch on areas where Irving's knowledge was lacking, since it was impossible for him to cover everything with his current level of knowledge.

Faced with this situation, Irving remained calm and composed, displaying his usual elegance and poise.

Now, he faces a choice. Should he abandon his existing knowledge, forgo future knowledge, or simply end the exam and leave the outcome to fate... or perhaps it's Métis.

It all depends on his own choice.

(End of this chapter)