A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

　　Finally, the semester was over, and the little wizards lined up to board the train home, and Hogwarts was mostly empty for a while.

　　 The silence like an early morning with heavy snow completely enveloped the entire castle.

　　 Felix walks in the castle, and occasionally encounters a little wizard, but he does not feel dull at all, but feels very peaceful.

　　 He chose a remote place near the frozen Black Lake, used magic to conjure a rocking chair, and lay on it comfortably. He snapped his fingers softly, and a bright blue flame floated above his head.

　　 Felix took out a book from the ring and read it with interest.

　　 In his hand is the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2. Later generations compiled the information left by Rowena Ravenclaw and divided the contents of the entire twelve volumes according to different categories.

　　 The second volume is Ravenclaw's daily essays, and does not involve specific knowledge of magic. From his eyes, it is filled with a large number of poem-like chattering in the clouds and mist.

　　 Take a paragraph at will——

　　 The stone turned into a bird, chirping. Across the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red plain.

　　 Felix: "..." It is difficult to understand the mood of Ms. Ravenclaw at the time.

　　 Felix also received the education of aristocratic ladies when Ravenclaw was young. He had a family history and had a special preference for poetry.

　　 But is there any famous poet in that era?

　　 Felix scratched his head a little. He knew that the four founders of Hogwarts were active in the Middle Ages, but it seemed that the poetry of that period could not be separated from the category of religious hymns.

　　 He continued to read--

　　 The river said to me, Creator, you gave me thoughts, but you never gave me body. One day, I will merge into the ocean.

　　 Felix: "..."

　　 Thinking about it carefully, it is quite artistic, at least it reads inscrutable.

　　 He didn't bother to think about the meaning of the slight words, but quickly scanned the text above. In less than half an hour, he reached the end.

　　 "Hey!" Felix smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

　　 Isn’t it worthwhile to study magic without the ability to appreciate literature?

　　 He simply lay on a chair, looking at the lake covered with ice and snow in the distance, recalling the knowledge he had gained from his diary these days. With his eyes, he was able to tell which part was more useful to him. Although the diary concealed him in every possible way, and even tried to convey wrong information, no matter what he was faced with was that he had not yet left school and was still in all aspects. Very immature reserve Dark Lord.

　　 At this point, Voldemort is a bit like himself. They all use "external force" to forcibly improve the ability of single subjects, so as to reach a level far beyond that of their peers.

　　 But when it comes to the understanding and perception of magic, they are still too shallow.

　　 If you have not reached a certain height, you will not have the corresponding experience.

　　 Felix has a close relationship. Most wizards have spent their entire lives learning other people's magic without any improvement. It's not that I don't want to, but I cannot.

　　 "Wait, I seem to have thought of something." Felix sat up abruptly, "Bird, river, creator, magic, consciousness..."

　　 Felix quickly opened the "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2 and turned to one of the pages. He looked at the familiar text on it——

　　 "The stone turned into a bird, chirping. Across the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisy flowers on the red plain."

　　 If you regard this poem as a true record of Ravenclaw's own experience, does it make sense?

　　 The first sentence is undoubtedly Transfiguration. Maybe Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw turned a stone into a beautiful bird one day.

　　 What does the second sentence say?

　　 Ravenclaw uses magic to manipulate it to make a sound? Felix shook his head and connected to the content of the next two sentences. This legendary bird obviously leaped a long distance and brought back a daisy flower.

　　 This is not something Polymorphism can do.

　　Perhaps, Ravenclaw gave it a certain "trait", such as life, soul, or something like that, allowing it to maintain a certain degree of autonomy even after it is out of the range of spell casting.

　　 He suddenly remembered part of the conversation between himself and the Sorting Hat that day--

　　 "The Sorting Hat, do you remember how you were born?" Felix asked it in his mind.

　　 "Of course, oh, I am very impressed." It said cleverly, and then, the dirty and tattered hat sang in his consciousness.

　　 "That was a thousand years ago,

　　 I have just been knitted into shape.

　　 There are four famous wizards,

　　 vowed to nurture young wizards into talents.

　　 These four great wizards,

　　The talents they value are different.

　　 Gryffindor figured out a way--

　　 He took me off his head.

　　 The Big Four have injected my thoughts into me,

　　 From then on, I will select and evaluate! "

　　……

　　 After getting the thoughts of the Big Four, the Sorting Hat has almost become an independent life entity.

　　 is so similar to the bird that flew over mountains and lakes and brought back a daisy flower!

　　 What is the key here? It is autonomy. They all showed strong autonomy, just like real life, they can still make self-determinations and complete complex behaviors when they are out of the scope of magic.

　　How to achieve this autonomy by magic?

　　 Get rid of areas that he can't touch about "life" and "soul"~www.novelmt.com~ Felix quickly thought of a way he could achieve it—injecting memory.

　　 He happened to get this knowledge from the diary.

　　 Felix waved his magic wand and let a slap-sized pebble fly in front of him. Then he lightly tapped the magic wand on the stone, and the stone quickly turned into a delicate, small Swift.

　　 But if you distinguish carefully, you will find that this Swift's eyes are very dull, like a puppet, and every move needs the guidance of a magic wand.

　　 Next, Felix simulated a short memory of "Swift" in his mind. He touched his forehead with his magic wand and pulled out a silver, shimmering filament.

　　 Felix incorporated this false memory into Swift's body, and relied on the knowledge given to him by the diary to combine the two together.

　　 He simplified this step as much as possible, just to verify his thoughts.

　　 Under his gaze, Swift's eyes became very agile. Without his control, it flapped its wings and flew staggeringly.

　　 But the next second, it plunged into the snow, leaving only two legs twitching constantly.

Felix pulled it out, and Swift trudged through the snow, looking at it walking like a sparrow looking for food in the snow-this is because the memory he constructed was too bad. Up.

　　 But he stared at the little guy in front of him intently.

　　 Almost two or three minutes later, wisps of silver mist spilled out of this Swift's body-the imaginary memory disappeared.

　　 It returned to a dull state.

　　 Felix waved his wand, turning it into a pebble again, lost in thought.