Reborn at Hogwarts - Chapter 140

c138 new memory

Jade record.

Ivan is no stranger to this name.

According to legends of wizards, alchemy originated in Egypt.

In 1900 BC, the Egyptian Pharaoh Hermes, his legendary father Thoth, and Hermes’ eldest son, the high priest Tate, merged into one and became the legendary “Hermes God”. .

The Trinity condensed the knowledge of alchemy into thirteen sentences, which were engraved on an emerald plate and handed down to the world.

This is the origin of “Jade Record”.

Ivan had consulted relevant information very early in order to figure out the context of alchemy so as to find a way to deal with Paracelsus.

Of course, he got nothing, as expected.

If he can find these secrets that involve the core of alchemy, he will really see the hell. After all, today’s wizarding world is not like the Internet era in the previous life. If there is something that needs to be queried, one can directly surf the Internet and find out with a flick of a finger.

In this world where magic prevails, all he can rely on is his own hands, and he also hopes that the alchemists will have the selfless spirit to share knowledge with everyone.

Obviously, they don’t.

If you insist on making a metaphor, then the alchemists are like a self-proclaimed gangster, and the Cuiyulu is their core secret book, and non-personal disciples are not even allowed to read it.

And it was passed down and lost.

It has been a long time since there has been any news of the existence of “Jade Record” in the wizarding society.

Although the abnormality on Gryffindor’s body is a bit scary, Ivan still felt a little excited when he heard that it was caused by the original scripture of “Jade Record”.

Wouldn’t it be possible to see the true face of Cuiyulu through a memory from a thousand years ago?

But Rowena Ravenclaw was obviously much calmer than him.

After hearing Godric Gryffindor’s words, she frowned, “Where’s the evidence?”

“What more evidence is there? Isn’t that enough?”

Gryffindor opened his eyes wide, and poked his body with trembling fingers, making Ivan’s scalp numb, afraid that he would miss and poke into the hole the next moment—fortunately, Gryffindor still Rationally, that didn’t happen.

Rowena shook his head.

“You’ve said so much, I can’t find any useful information except for the news that ‘you and Helga both read that ancient scroll’.” She paused, “Besides, the Jade Record is not a stone tablet ?”

Gryffindor was stunned, “In the world of magic, does the shape of an object matter? It can be changed by a spell.”

Rowena shook her head again and sighed.

“Forget it, let’s talk about it later. You and I will go to Helga, and I will check on her condition.” She bit her lip and said, obviously hesitating, “Then, let’s go to Geralt …to see how he is.”

The memory stops here.

The picture freezes at this moment.

Bottomless darkness filled Ivan’s eyes again.

When the light came on, he came to a new memory.

The scene this time can be said to be all too familiar to him – armor and statues neatly arranged along the walls, children in school uniforms holding books in their hands, and ghosts floating between the walls.

Hogwarts.

In other words, Hogwarts at the beginning of the school.

Ivan stood in the middle of the corridor, and the students passed him by, turning a blind eye to this person who came from a thousand years later.

Here is the memory of Rowena Ravenclaw, but what about Rowena?

As soon as this idea appeared in Ivan’s mind, a woman came out from around the corner.

With long hair and an unusually beautiful but also unusually stern face, it was Rowena Ravenclaw.

She looked older than the last memory, with more wrinkles, and her eyes were filled with gloom and sadness that could not be erased.

The passing students greeted her one after another, but she didn’t say a word, she lowered her head and hurried to the stairwell.

Ivan’s heart moved, and he quickly followed.

Rowena walked so fast along the way that Ivan had to trot to keep up with her.

Eventually the two stopped outside a room.

Without taking a breather, Ivan hurriedly took two steps to the side, so that he could observe the room closely.

…Still watching the fart, isn’t this the bathroom?

Ivan was extremely speechless and recognized that this room was the women’s bathroom in Hogwarts.

The one that hides the crying myrtle, the one that opens the way to the secret chamber.

What is she doing here? Ivan watched Rowena enter the house thoughtfully, then closed the door and even locked it.

As an “uninvited guest” in his memory, he was certainly not affected by this, and passed through the wall very comfortably, staring at Rowena Ravenclaw from the closest distance.

Rowena stopped by a water tap.

She took a deep breath, then opened her mouth.

The next second, a sharp, bright voice came from her mouth.

This is… a bird call?

Ivan reacted immediately.

No, it’s the cry of an eagle!

She was speaking… Eagle Language?

As Rowena’s voice sounded, the washbasin in front of her also changed.

It slowly parted from the center to the sides, revealing a door hidden underneath.

Ivan recognized it at a glance. This door was the one he opened when he entered the Ravenclaw chamber.

The pattern depicted above is exactly the same.

The door panel was inlaid on the ground, and Rowena lightly kicked the doorknob, and the door opened in response.

Then, she went straight in.

From Ivan’s perspective, she took a step towards the door, and she disappeared from sight.

Ivan didn’t hesitate, and immediately followed.

Just like when he broke into Ravenclaw’s secret room before, the light burst into flames, and then quickly subsided, and the front of his eyes had turned into the secret room.

Compared with the deserted and dead secret room a thousand years later, the secret room that should have just been built at this time has a hint of inexplicable taste.

Ivan saw that in the center of the secret room, there was a huge cauldron.

It was the one written on the necessities list when he was in school, but it was magnified more than ten times and could be placed directly on the ground.

A short-haired woman was standing by the cauldron, holding a wand in one hand, and kept taking something out of her pocket with the other hand, stuffing it into the cauldron.

Every time she puts an unknown object into the cauldron, the color reflected on her face by the bottom of the cauldron will change once.

Pair it with the inexplicably fanatical expression on her face.

She looked like a witch in a fairy tale who did all kinds of bad things.

Ivan couldn’t help shivering.

Rowena came to the short-haired witch as if she didn’t feel anything, and took a look into the cauldron with her.