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Chapter 751: A Day Trip to Hogwarts
Chapter 751: A Day Trip to Hogwarts
"Where am I?"
Kyle looked up, bewildered by the corridor before him.
It resembled a castle, yet it was entirely unlike any he had ever seen. At the very least, the castles in his memory didn't appear this... new?
It was as if everything in front of him had been washed and then polished, making the surroundings significantly brighter than what he recalled.
To put it simply, it was like comparing Sirius' sleek new car to Mr. Weasley's old Ford Anglia—the difference was obvious at a glance.
Even the positions of the frames on the walls had changed, each holding a new painting, their golden edges still gleaming and dazzling under the sunlight.
Kyle was certain that this was definitely not the Hogwarts Castle he remembered.
But hadn't he just taken a single step?
"Shall we?" A Ravenclaw voice sounded beside him.
Not the kind that appeared directly in his mind, but one that truly existed.
Kyle turned his head and saw a tall witch standing next to him.
Her face was cold and calm, just like Rowena Ravenclaw, whom he had seen in the Chamber of Secrets.
"Where am I?" Kyle asked again, a sudden thought occurring to him, "Could this be Hogwarts from a thousand years ago?"
"No, this is the place you're thinking of," Ravenclaw replied.
"The Room of Requirement?"
"That's what you call it?" Ravenclaw said indifferently, "This is something I left behind, a sort of Ravenclaw's Chamber, if you will.
"Its specialty is that it can simulate an environment from my memories. So, to be precise, you're still within the school premises."
"This is incredible," Kyle said, reaching out to touch the railing beside him. The feel of it was so real.
No, it was real—a replica of Hogwarts recreated by the Room of Requirement.
"But wasn't I just on the second floor?"
"Just a little trick, now follow me."
Ravenclaw walked ahead, and Kyle hurried to keep up.
Along the way, he noticed that he wasn't alone here; there were other students walking in the castle, and they seemed to have a consciousness of their own, even greeting Ravenclaw as they passed by.
It was only when Kyle saw his hand pass through someone that he realized they were all illusions.
It felt like stepping into a giant Pensieve, with a mix of reality and fantasy, a truly wondrous experience.
Kyle even spotted Godric Gryffindor. He was wearing a red cloak and teaching students swordplay in one of the classrooms, the silver fairy sword in his hand.
"This is where you'll be catching up," Ravenclaw said, "You can audit any class here...
"Additionally, I've made adjustments to the content, translating it to a level you can understand. The only limitation is that you can't ask questions, only listen. How much you understand is up to you."
Kyle's eyes lit up, and he immediately moved to the nearest classroom door, where Gryffindor was teaching.
At that moment, Gryffindor had just defeated three students in a row. He proudly flicked three cloth strips, like belts, with the tip of his sword, brandishing them in a display of victory and provocation.
The three defeated students stood by, their faces flushed with shame as they tugged at their trousers.
"Hey, Rowena!" Gryffindor called out excitedly towards the door, "Look at me..."
Ravenclaw, who had turned back, waved her hand expressionlessly, as if wiping away a dirty spot on the table... and then the people in the classroom, including Godric Gryffindor, vanished.
"You don't need to learn that," she said after a moment of silence, "Swordplay is only auxiliary for a wizard. Even Godric himself used his wand more often. He would only draw his sword when he was certain of victory."
"Yeah, I don't think I need to learn that either," Kyle agreed, nodding vigorously before turning and walking towards the next classroom.
In this classroom was a completely unfamiliar professor, hunched over with a bald head, bearing a striking resemblance to Old Tom from the Leaky Cauldron.
But they were surely not the same person.
The professor was teaching Charms, and after listening for a while, Kyle felt dizzy.
The Charms class here was entirely different from what he knew. Every charm required the use of ancient runes instead of incantations.
The content was also vastly different, not necessarily more powerful, but the charms were ones Kyle had never heard of.
He audited the class for twenty minutes before furrowing his brows and considering leaving.
Just as Kyle was feeling perplexed, the old wizard's voice changed, and the unfamiliar charm he had been teaching suddenly transformed into the familiar Glacius spell.
Kyle blinked, realizing that Ravenclaw's "translation" had another layer to it. But he was quite pleased with this development.
Ancient charms... while they sounded sophisticated, they were chosen based on the circumstances of that time and were not really suitable for his era.
Including the "Incendio" spell Kyle had learned, which was actually a modified version by Dumbledore, and the original effect might have been more exaggerated.
Take, for example, the charm the old professor had been teaching before it was translated.
"Immobulus," when used with ancient runes, could freeze all living beings within a one-mile radius in a second, turning them into ice sculptures.
It sounded powerful... but the problem was that it didn't distinguish between friend and foe. After all, this wasn't a game, and it would truly alter the environment.
When the old professor demonstrated the spell, he and the rabbit in front of him were covered in a layer of hard, white frost.
This method could enhance the power of spells and transform oneself into another form of magic, preventing situations like what just happened.
However, every book also noted the dangers of this practice.
The runes inscribed on the body would fade over time... or lose their magic. Either way, these intricate markings could easily change meaning if even a single stroke was missing or if one gained weight and stretched the symbol.
In such cases, whether the rune would still offer "protection" was highly questionable.
With luck, there might just be a conflict of magic, leaving one bedridden for months. Without it, instant explosion was a possibility.
In essence, it was like dancing on a tightrope.
This was also why rune magic was quickly replaced by spells, which, although less potent, were far safer and, if used skillfully, could be just as effective.
Like a movie in reverse, as the freezing spell transformed into an ice-making spell, everything in the classroom sped backward, soon returning to how it was when Kyle first entered.
"Although this spell is generally ineffective," Professor Tom said in a hoarse voice, "when paired with an alert rune, it can play a crucial role in critical moments."
"Remember, runes are always faster than your eyes, and more importantly, they have no blind spots." As he finished speaking, the old professor slowly raised his head, as if intentionally addressing Kyle.
...
Each class here lasted about an hour.
After one lesson, Kyle immediately headed to another classroom.
He wasn't sure if it was due to space constraints or if it was always like this, but all the classrooms were together, so there was no need to go up and down stairs. It only took a few steps to reach the next class, saving quite a bit of time.
Next, Kyle attended a Transfiguration class taught by a witch.
To be honest, Kyle felt she wasn't as good as Professor McGonagall. Her transfigurations were mostly directed at herself, like giving herself a tiger's head or a bear's arm.
But now that he thought about it, that seemed to be the trend back then...
What truly interested Kyle was the rune class.
Unlike the ancient Runic classes he had taken, with only about a dozen students per grade, runes and symbols were compulsory here, and everyone had to attend. Naturally, they used the largest classroom.
All the students sat together—there were about thirty of them...
"When using runes, you must not simply memorize them. Think carefully about what each rune means in that context, and why it cannot be replaced with a similar one."
A stern-looking wizard stood at the front and said loudly, "When you truly understand the intent of the person who created that rune formula, using it will become second nature, and you won't need to think at all."
For some reason, Kyle felt a vague sense of familiarity, but he couldn't pinpoint why, so he quickly gave up and focused on the lesson like the others.
An hour later, the classroom door suddenly opened.
Having experienced this twice now, Kyle knew it signaled the end of the class.
As Kyle prepared to leave for the next classroom, everyone else suddenly vanished.
Ravenclaw entered from outside.
"How was it?" she asked.
"Enlightening," Kyle replied.
This completely different teaching system felt fresh and exciting.
"Not bad. It seems you can keep up," Ravenclaw said. "But today's classes are over."
She pointed to the window, and Kyle realized that, at some point, dusk had fallen.
"Can I stay a little longer?" Kyle asked. "The house-elves in the kitchen should be able to send food to the Room of Requirement, right?"
"No, and it's unnecessary," Ravenclaw said as she walked out of the classroom.
Kyle had assumed she would lead him out of the Room of Requirement, but soon realized she was heading upstairs.
The two climbed the stairs and passed by a middle-aged wizard with a sinister expression—Salazar Slytherin.
He was followed by a group of students who kept their heads down, poring over books or parchment, seemingly indifferent to their surroundings.
"They are the purest of wizards," Ravenclaw said, "shouldering the mission of their families and forever seeking the secrets of magic."
"But to me, they resemble Ravenclaws," Kyle said. "I mean... the Ravenclaw house."
"Ravenclaws pursue truth."
Her tone remained indifferent.
Kyle couldn't tell if she was referring to herself or the house she founded.
They climbed all the way to the tallest tower in the castle, the stairs identical in height to those in Hogwarts. It was like a Hogwarts within Hogwarts...
Kyle also realized for the first time that the Room of Requirement could create such a vast space.
A minute later, Ravenclaw stopped in front of a door.
"What is wisdom?" asked the raven door knocker.
Kyle vaguely recalled that the knocker on the Ravenclaw common room door was an eagle. Had it been changed later?
Before he could think more, Ravenclaw sidestepped, making way for him.
"Me?" Kyle pointed to himself and asked.
The raven door knocker remained silent, but Kyle felt a gaze suddenly fall upon him.
"This thing is so uncooperative." Kyle muttered to himself.
Ravenclaw was right here, and it was such a great opportunity, yet it failed to seize the moment. No wonder it was replaced with an eagle-head knocker later on.
Kyle grumbled inwardly, but the door knocker still didn't budge.
Left with no choice, Kyle took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"Wisdom is an inherent cognitive ability of life, based on physiology and psychology. It encompasses various mental faculties such as perception, comprehension, memory, analysis, and judgment toward objects..."
Kyle spoke word for word, and with each sentence, Ravenclaw's expression changed slightly.
"So, in conclusion, wisdom is the ability to correctly perceive, judge, and invent or create."
Even before he finished speaking, the raven door knocker turned its head, and with a 'clack', the door opened.
Kyle turned around.
"Very thorough answer." Ravenclaw commented, "I believe Godric, Salazar, and Helga would all be happy to have you in their houses."
"Let's skip the first one, I don't want to end up with my belt taken away." Kyle shrugged.
A hint of a smile seemed to tug at the corner of Ravenclaw's mouth, so subtle and fleeting that Kyle wondered if he had imagined it.
Ravenclaw didn't enter the common room, but instead, she reached out and took the raven door knocker off the door, handing it to Kyle.
"This is the key." she said, "The memories here will persist for a while, and during this time, there will only be this one room, and only those with the key can enter. You can come back anytime you like."
Kyle reached out and took the raven door knocker from her.
"But if I take this, what about the common room?"
No one answered, and Ravenclaw just looked at him quietly.
"Did you forget that this is the Room of Requirement, not the actual Hogwarts... You don't expect me to believe that you can bring thousand-year-old objects into your memory, do you?"
Kyle immediately closed his mouth, feeling a bit embarrassed as he scratched his hair.
He had indeed forgotten.
In the Room of Requirement, he could have a hundred raven door knockers if he wanted.
Whether those knockers could be used as keys was another matter entirely.
Subsequently, Kyle reappeared in the entrance hall.
The castle's front door was tightly closed, and it was clear without needing to think that this should be the exit of the Room of Requirement.
"I'll be leaving for a while after this, do you have any other questions?" Ravenclaw asked.
"There is one..." Kyle quickly said, "Can I bring others here to attend classes?"
"You can, but I don't recommend it."
Ravenclaw said, "Although I've translated the content, the courses are still fundamentally taught in Ancient Runes, and this is the foundation that cannot be changed.
"Those who are not familiar with Ancient Runes won't be able to understand, and the conflict of concepts may even cause a certain degree of magical disorder, which would be counterproductive."
"Alright." Kyle nodded.
He also recalled that in the first Charms class, the old professor kept emphasizing the importance of Ancient Runes.
If he hadn't had the experience of learning the Fire-Making Spell and reading Merlin's letters, he would have found it difficult to comprehend as well.
"Then I guess that's it for now, perhaps I'll seek you out at another time." Ravenclaw waved her hand.
Then, Kyle found himself back in the corridor on the eighth floor of the school.
The faded picture frames on the walls, the dull-colored railings, and the three familiar faces before him, all clearly indicated that he had returned to the Hogwarts he knew.
Kyle subconsciously reached up to touch his head, and as expected, the coronet was gone.
"Ahh!"
A scream from beside him snapped Kyle back to the present.
"Kyle? When did you get here?" Harry looked at Kyle in shock, as if he had been startled.
"Just now." Kyle looked calmly at Harry, Hermione, and Ron, "I just came out of the Room of Requirement, didn't you see me?"
"Huh?" The three of them exchanged glances.
"Is that so?" They really hadn't noticed.
However, while Harry and Hermione brushed it off, Ron immediately looked up at Kyle's head.
Then, he fell into a confused state.
No coronet?
How was that possible? Did he really mistake it before?
...
"So you were the one inside, no wonder I couldn't get the Room of Requirement to respond earlier." Harry said at this moment.
"What's that in your hand?"
"Oh, this." Kyle raised his hand and looked at the raven door knocker, "I found it inside and thought it was interesting, so I brought it out."
As he spoke, Kyle casually put it into his robe's pocket and then asked, "Has dinner started yet?"
"It should be soon." Harry said.
"Then I'll head to the Great Hall first." Kyle said, "Do you guys want to come along?"
"We'll be there later." Harry said.
He wanted to go to the Room of Requirement to look for something before dinner started.
But to Harry's surprise, after walking back and forth in the corridor several times, the Room of Requirement's door still didn't appear.
And this happened repeatedly each time he tried.
"How strange." Harry muttered to himself, scratching his hair, "Kyle is already out, so why can't I get it to respond? Could there be someone else inside?"
(End of Chapter)
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