A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

But he quickly recalled the description of the guardian spirit: it is a reflection of all your most positive emotions, and the caster must concentrate on recalling the happiest memories they can think of, and in practice, the stronger the pleasure brought by the memory, the stronger the spell.

The key word in the description is 'memory'.

The guardian spirit is made up of happy memories, and Felix just happened to infuse a memory into it, so naturally, the magic dissipated.

Felix shook his head. "I thought I could get a more stable transformation structure by using the guardian spirit and the temporarily added memories."

According to his idea, the guardian spirit can serve as a tool for sending messages and can itself be a certain distance away from the wizard. If it is given enough flexible memory, wouldn't it be equivalent to an 'other self' wandering in the outside world?

Whether it's the guardian magic itself or the injected memory fragments, it all depends entirely on the wizard, so there's no need to worry about it getting out of control.

In fact, according to his vision, the ultimate form of this magic could directly carry his own consciousness, allowing others to stay in the school while his guardian spirit travels through the wizarding world to complete some simple tasks.

For example, collecting information, searching for news...

Felix already has some ideas about this, such as using a magic contract or a mind hut, although there's no sign of them yet, at least he can work towards that goal.

But all of this stopped at the first step.

One is a pure and happy memory, and the other is a fragment of memory devoid of emotion; these two are inherently in conflict.

So how exactly should this problem be solved?

Chapter 128 Ravenclaw's Secret Chamber

Felix was still thinking about this problem the next day.

He had just returned from the Room of Requirement, where he had tried various methods to reconcile these two unrelated memories in this secluded room, but all had failed.

So Felix turned his attention to studying the Room of Requirement. He repeatedly passed by the tapestry of "The Troll Beats Barnabas" on the eighth floor, silently reciting various requests in his mind.

He had studied this mysterious room earlier, but only for his own purposes. Except for truly outrageous requests, he could generally fulfill conventional requests that conformed to the understanding of the magical world.

So he decided to explore the House of Requirement from someone else's perspective.

Starting with the simple idea of ​​'hiding things,' they kept trying various possibilities, and even took the opportunity to learn from various professors.

such as--

"I need to get to where Severus Snape hides his things..."

The result, naturally, was no response.

It seems that Professor Snape didn't have the habit of carrying contraband around during his student days, he thought with a bit of amusement.

Felix found joy in this 'game'—it gave him a sense of temporal displacement, a feeling of conversing with younger, familiar people. He enthusiastically tried it, this time targeting the Headmaster of Hogwarts—

'The room where Albus Dumbledore hides his things.'

'Albus Dumbledore's room where he practiced magic.'

'The luxurious bedroom where Albus Dumbledore slept.'

'The luxurious bathroom used by Albus Dumbledore.'

Felix was about to move on to the next topic when a door suddenly appeared on the wall.

The double doors look very luxurious, decorated with various gold reliefs and patterns.

"What did I just say?" He was clearly taken aback for a moment, then pushed open the door and went inside.

Inside was a very luxurious washroom, filled with all sorts of exquisite and luxurious chamber pots.

Felix quietly withdrew.

He hesitated whether to continue, when a noise came from not far away. In his sight, Trelawney appeared, dragging a suitcase.

The clanging sound of glass clattering inside the box was clearly audible in the corridor.

Trelawney wasn't wearing any of those mysterious-looking accessories; instead, she was wearing a wrinkled nightgown and her hair was sticking up haphazardly, making her look disheveled.

She also saw Felix.

Trelawney's expression quickly shifted from blank to horrified, but she tried to remain calm as she said, "It's a pleasure to see you here, Felix. Fate has brought us together this morning."

"So you're not making any preparations and you look down on fate?" Felix said, pointing to her attire.

Trelawney retorted angrily, "Don't speak ill of fate!"

"Well, besides fate bringing us together, what else do you plan to do along the way?" His gaze fell on the box containing seven or eight sherry bottles.

"Oh! I think I can also hide...store some things that I don't need."

The two then fell silent.

Felix felt she desperately wanted to escape, and he didn't want to stay any longer either, but there was one more question to clarify.

"Do you know about the Room of Requirement?"

“What? Oh, yeah,” she said casually. “I use it to store things. To be honest, my office is a bit small, and I haven’t gotten a raise in years…”

Felix quickly took his leave.

After leaving the eighth floor, Felix went to the auditorium for breakfast, and then rushed to the classroom for the Ancient Runes class.

On the way, his thoughts raced, sometimes contemplating memory magic, sometimes pondering the problem of the House of Requirement.

“Hey, watch out, Miss Lovegood.”

Yu Guangzhong caught a glimpse of a figure walking straight towards him, and he moved aside to avoid it.

That was Luna Lovegood, holding a piece of parchment and looking at it intently, but Felix noticed that the parchment was upside down.

“It’s you, Professor Heap.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “It’s a pleasure to see you.”

“Me too, Miss Lovegood,” Felix replied helplessly. This was the second time he had heard this phrase from an acquaintance today.

She waved the parchment in her hand: "I'm looking at the leaderboard, and I won't bump into anyone, don't worry," she said.

Felix was a little taken aback. He had just been about to remind the little girl, but now he could only change the subject and ask, "Is there anything interesting?"

“It’s really interesting…” Luna showed him the parchment—it was crooked—and chattered, “From this angle, here,” she drew an arc on the paper with her finger, “when you put the names Ravenclaw together, doesn’t it look like an eagle?”

“Hmm…” Felix examined it carefully for a full half minute before saying, “It does look very similar.”

Luna immediately beamed with joy.

'A girl with a unique way of thinking, no wonder she's Ravenclaw.'

Felix watched her walk away, lost in thought.

……

As he stood on the podium, looking at the fourth-grade wizards and preparing to begin the lesson, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind—

He had always had a question: who built the Room of Requirement?

Even he couldn't see through the entire room's structure. Could an ordinary wizard do that? But Hogwarts has existed for a thousand years and has produced many outstanding wizards. He couldn't say for sure if such a person existed.

So he abandoned this suspicion at one point.

However, at that moment he suddenly focused on one person: Rowena Ravenclaw.

Could it be the House of Requirement that she built?

Thinking about it from this perspective makes many things clear.

The Room of Requirement's magical supply is directly based on Hogwarts, and Rowena Ravenclaw, as one of the founders of Hogwarts, naturally possesses this authority;

The House of Requirement has no fixed form and will constantly change to meet the needs of those seeking help. It must contain powerful memory magic and shapeshifting magic.

Based on the manuscripts that Felix saw, Rowena Ravenclaw did indeed meet this requirement.

Furthermore, among the secret chamber legends that have been passed down for thousands of years, only Slytherin and Ravenclaw are the most famous. Now that Slytherin's secret chamber has been found, what about Ravenclaw's?

The young wizards below the stage saw Professor Hyp smiling, seemingly preparing to start the lesson, but he suddenly fell silent.

"Teach, professor?" a young wizard asked, mustering his courage.

"Oh?" Felix snapped out of his reverie, suppressing his doubts, and said to the young wizards, "Now, let's begin today's lesson..."

Please turn to page 147.

Chapter 129 Helena Ravenclaw

After finishing today's presentation, Felix left ample time for Q&A.

"Professor, how do I pass level 7 of the Ancient Runes?" a young Slytherin wizard asked, raising his hand.

“Montaigne, I remember marking hints on the level?” Felix blinked.

“But Professor, you only wrote down the title of a book,” he said, somewhat aggrieved. “And it’s a book I haven’t even read.”

The other young wizards also started discussing it amongst themselves.

“Ahem!” Felix cleared his throat and, as they looked over, magically produced a parchment. “In fact, you should have read this.”

"The book 'Simplified Ancient Magic Script' appeared three times in your thesis bibliography last year... Do you want me to remind you which times?"

The young wizards stared at him, dumbfounded, and their discussion abruptly ceased.

"Professor, you didn't come last year?"

Felix said casually, "I corresponded with Professor Barbling, and she told me about the archives from previous years." He looked at the audience with some emotion: "She's truly a dedicated professor, isn't she?"

……

That evening, Felix stood in front of the House of Requirement.

During the day, a thought suddenly occurred to him: the Room of Requirement was actually Lady Ravenclaw's secret room. But whether this idea was correct still needed to be verified.

Behind him was a giant tapestry depicting Barnabas trying to teach trolls ballet, with one of the trolls stopping its beating of the ballet teacher and turning to look at Felix.

An insect crawled up the giant's foot and into its nostril. It let out a silent roar, and the club in its hand flew high into the air, smashing down on the head of another giant.

But all of this was irrelevant to Felix's Dojo. He silently repeated to himself, 'I must enter Rowena Ravenclaw's Chamber…I must enter Rowena Ravenclaw's Chamber…I must enter Rowena Ravenclaw's Chamber…'

He walked past this place three times, his heart racing each time. Then he looked up—and all he saw was an ordinary white wall.

Felix remained silent. "That's true, I don't know what's inside."

Although the password to the House of Requirement is simple, it's not something that can be easily exploited.

He thought for a moment, then silently repeated again, 'I want to enter the Room of Requirement as it is... I want to enter the Room of Requirement as it is... I want to enter the Room of Requirement as it is...'