Chapter 57: 57- Ravenclaw's Prison
Under the stimulus of pain, the basilisk became less obedient. Rhys had to give several commands before it calmed down.
After soothing the basilisk, Rhys didn't take time to treat its or his own wounds. Instead, he continued to retreat towards the surface.
Knowing Rowena as well as he did, Rhys was certain that she would not let her target escape this easily and would strike again. The second or third waves of attacks were likely on their way.
Without the stone beasts to buffer the blows, Rhys would have to use magic that would severely damage both his body and soul to block the attacks. He could always find a way to break through, but he wouldn't be able to protect the basilisk.
It was only at this moment that Rhys understood the source of the "ill omen" his tea leaf reading had predicted. A crazy Rowena Ravenclaw was indeed a lethal threat to him in an 11-year-old body.
However, after running for a while with his injuries, the anticipated second wave of attacks never came.
Had she changed after becoming a ghost, or was she delayed by something? Rhys leaned towards the latter.
That was fortunate.
He silently thanked the unknown dark creature for its sacrifice. Otherwise, facing off against Rowena Ravenclaw, who was nearly at the peak of her magical prowess, would have been a death sentence.
Having shaken off Ravenclaw's ghost, Rhys had time to carefully review the recent events.
As he treated the basilisk's wounds, extracting the embedded stones, he analyzed the information he had gathered.
Seeing Ravenclaw's ghost, Rhys finally understood why the seal in the dungeon hadn't deteriorated significantly over the past thousand years: Rowena had been guarding it from within. Periodically, she would clear out the powerful dark creatures that escaped confinement, like cutting down overgrown weeds.
Even death couldn't stop her in preventing any creatures from breaking through the seal.
Judging by her current state, she didn't show any signs of exhaustion. This dynamic equilibrium within the seal was likely to continue: dark creatures would proliferate, Ravenclaw would suppress them, and the dark creatures would then lie dormant to regain their strength...
Before her death, Rowena must have performed some special treatment on her body and voluntarily gave up the possibility of rebirth, becoming a ghost instead.
Unlike other ghosts, Rowena Ravenclaw could still command her physical body to fight, retaining her combat prowess from when she was alive.
Unfortunately, her body now looked like a rotten mummy and the frequent and prolonged contact with these evil beings had inevitably tainted her soul, ultimately transforming her into that terrifying form.
"You have been performing your duties for 1000 years huh... Making this place your own prison..."
Thinking about it, Rhys felt a heavy weight settle in his heart.
He hadn't expected that the one among the original four who most cherished freedom would end up choosing to stay within the seal, silently guarding it and enduring a thousand years of confinement.
Rhys felt that he should do something for Rowena.
"Rowena, just hold on a little longer. I will definitely find a way to help you escape this wretched state," Rhys resolved. However, before taking action, he needed to make the necessary preparations.
Although not as skilled as Helga, Rhys had some knowledge of healing magic. he easily mended his own broken ribs and then started treating the Basilisk.
But he encountered trouble when it came to stitching up the wounds. As soon as he sewed them up, they would split open again, thanks to the remnants of Rowena's magic lingering in the wounds. This added a lot of work to Rhys's healing efforts: he first had to carefully eliminate Rowena's residual magic with his own, then use magic to stitch the wounds back together.
A few hours later, Rhys finally finished treating the basilisk's injuries. Given the basilisk's resilient vitality, these superficial wounds would heal in a few days of rest in the Chamber of Secrets.
Rhys led the basilisk out of the seal, letting it return to the Chamber on its own, while he, after a night of toil, returned to his dormitory in Slytherin House.
Lying down on his bed, feeling the soft mattress beneath him, Rhys felt all his fatigue being absorbed by the bed. A smile crept onto his face as he drifted into a dream.
In his dream, he saw his old friends again. Godric sincerely apologized to him, Helga prepared a lavish feast for him, and Rowena enthusiastically discussed the strange and wonderful spells she had invented during his absence from the school...
The next day, despite the professors' efforts to contain the news, word got out about the troll that had been killed after infiltrating the school, sparking intense discussion among the students.
Theories and speculations abounded.
Some believed the professors had taken action, while others thought there might be some defensive mechanisms hidden within the castle. The more outlandish theories credited the castle's "spirit," claiming that the "soul" of Hogwarts had killed the intruder.
Eventually, the Halloween Eve incident gradually faded from the conversation, and the students' attention shifted from the troll to the upcoming Quidditch match.
As November arrived, the weather turned exceptionally cold.
The mountains surrounding the school were blanketed in snow, and a thick layer of ice formed over the surface of the Black Lake.
The fish in the lake began to frequently gather outside the windows of the Slytherin common room, seeking the warmth there.
Some curious young wizards speculated that the plump fish might attract the merpeople from the lake, allowing them a rare sight. However, they were disappointed; no matter how dense the fish shoals were, neither the mermen nor the mermaids appeared, as if they didn't exist at all.
Someone, whose identity remained unknown, sent Harry Potter the latest model of the Nimbus 2000. This instantly made him a sensation in the school.
The Nimbus 2000 was akin to a supercar in the non-magical world, and many people were green with envy over Harry receiving such a gift.
However, the school's buzz had little to do with Rhys. These days, he was busy brewing potions. He had sent a letter to Lupet in Diagon Alley, commissioning her to purchase a large number of potion ingredients—thanks to a generous donation from young Malfoy.
Using the materials sent by Lupet, Rhys was concocting a series of potions so complex that merely explaining the steps could give one a headache. Rhys believed that his potions would be able to cleanse Rowena of her taint, even in her ghostly form.
Moreover, if this potion worked on Rowena, it might also cure Daphne's sister of her illness.
Astoria Greengrass's curse bore some resemblance to Rowena's affliction; both involved the soul being tainted by darkness. The difference lay in Rowena's ghostly form and stronger soul, allowing for more aggressive treatment, whereas Astoria required a gentler approach.
However, Rhys still had a long way to go before his potion was complete, as he was missing a few rare ingredients.
Time slowly passed, and the year's first Quidditch match quietly approached.
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Chapter 58: 58- Magical Waves in Quidditch Match
"Gryffindor versus Slytherin?" Rhys put aside the maple cake in his hand. Daphne's words successfully aroused his interest.
Daphne looked at him like she'd seen a ghost.
"Did you just hear about this?! Everyone has been talking about this game for a long time!"
"Uh..." Rhys has been very busy recently. He listens to lectures during the day and goes to the secret room to prepare potions at night. He also teaches Daphne on the weekends.
He was excited to see Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts but..
It would be nice if Professor Quirrell who taught the class was really as good as he appeared to be in his stories of defeating a vampire or aiding the prince, but unfortunately, he wasn't.
Rhys was very sure that Quirrell was pretending to be a weakling fool in front of the world, as Rhys detected some dark aura concealed in his turban.
However, there is one thing to say, Quirrell's teaching in this class is really bad! What makes Rhys even more dissatisfied is that Quirrell is not a bad teacher, he deliberately messes up. The attitude problem is more hateful than the ability problem!
In Rhys' view, with a teacher like Quirrell teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, how could the young wizards be able to defend against the Dark Arts?
However, judging from the looks of the students, it seemed that they didn't have much objection to a bastard like Professor Quirrell.
This also made Rhys sigh secretly: The environment was still too comfortable. A thousand years ago, such a teacher would be kicked out of the castle by none other than the students.
Because students at that time were very concerned about whether they could learn useful magic from school that could help them settle down and their decision would be supported by the headmaster.
Today's students only care about whether the professor gives a lot of homework and whether it is difficult to pass the exam.
This is a sign of peace in the wizarding world and a sad fact.
But it will pass if you endure it for a while. After all, a person like Quirrell who is carrying a secret will most likely not stay at Hogwarts for a long time.
In addition, because of the jinx that Rhys thinks is a bit outrageous, he believes that the school will replace him with a new one next year.
I hope they appoint a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year!
Based on Quirrell's various abnormal behaviors, Rhys determined that he should be plotting what Dumbledore had hidden in the corridor on the third floor. He was also a little curious about this and decided to go find out after he was done with the things at hand.
"....I said, you should at least pay attention to the recent major events in the school." Daphne also wanted to complain about Rhys's state of being "blind to the outside world."
Fortunately, she is here to share the latest gossip with Rhys!
Daphne, who felt that she had played a positive role, raised her chin proudly and told Rhys that she had heard that Potter had become the Seeker of the Gryffindor team.
Gryffindor House obviously wanted to use Harry as their secret weapon. Wood decided to keep Harry's participation strictly secret, but the news that Harry was going to be the Seeker still leaked out. And in the end, Slytherin house knew everything they shouldn't know.
Rhys: "Oh."
Isn't this quite normal? Potter flew very well that day, and it was reasonable for him to be selected for the Quidditch team. But why wasn't Malfoy chosen for the Slytherin team? Is it because the team's current seeker is better?
The point to note here is that Rhys had just invented the game and it wasn't popular before he left the school.
Seeing Rhys who didn't understand the essence of the news at all, Daphne felt as if she had been punched in the stomach.
"This is the youngest Seeker in a century!" she said through gritted teeth.
"A century, so there were seekers like him or even younger than him a hundred years ago, right? Is this something worth making a fuss about?" For Rhys, one appears every century, so Hogwarts has produced more than ten in history, which is not unusual at all.
Daphne froze.
When most people discuss this topic, they will marvel at the fact that Harry has become "the youngest Seeker in a century." Only Rhys is different and puts forward such a point of view. Thinking about it this way, it seems that Harry being recruited into the Gryffindor team is not a big deal.
"So where is Gryffindor's original Seeker?"
After learning that the previous Seeker, Charlie Weasley, had graduated and the team's Seeker position was temporarily vacant, Rhys showed a "Sure enough" expression.
Harry's ability to make the team mainly depends on being in the right place at the right time and with the right people. When the opportunity comes, he will go up. If his and Malfoy's situations were reversed, Draco Malfoy would also become the youngest Seeker in a century.
A person's destiny, of course, depends on self-struggle, but the process of history must also be taken into consideration.
Daphne was silent.
Prefect Gemma heard the conversation between the two and was inspired. She analyzed the game situation with the juniors with a smile.
"This match is a guaranteed win for our house," said Gemma, with a wide smile.
"Slytherin has three wins while Gryffindor has three losses. Our team's players are battle-hardened and nearly perfect in their coordination. That Potter kid just joined the team a few days ago. How could he possibly coordinate with his teammates? Our players grew up riding broomsticks, whereas many in Gryffindor learned how to fly for the first time when they were eleven years old. Plus, with our superior equipment, I can't see how we could lose."
After listening to Prefect Gemma's speech, Rhys couldn't help but feel happy: Godric, I admit that you are slightly better at playing this kind of sport, but my students are better at flying than your students. This time it's my turn.
It seems I've already won!
"No matter what, it's always good to beat Gryffindor on the field," Rhys said, feeling quite pleased.
Game day arrived soon, and the stands around the Quidditch pitch were filled with students. Many students even brought their own binoculars to see the game better.
"Here, I have one more." Seeing that Rhys didn't bring a binocular, Daphne planned to lend him her spare one.
"No need, Eagle Eye Charm is enough." Rhys pointed his wand at his eyes, significantly enhancing his vision. With the charm, he could even read the lips of the Gryffindor students across the pitch.
After the game started, as expected, the Slytherin team had the upper hand and used the Quaffle several times to score.
Just as Rhys was applauding goalkeeper Bletchley for a wonderful save, something unexpected happened - Harry's broomstick suddenly shook violently, as if the broom was trying to throw him off.
Rhys stopped clapping and narrowed his eyes.
He discovered that someone was casting a spell on Potter's broom!
despicable! The Slytherin team does not need to rely on such underhanded tricks to win. Such dirty methods tarnish the glory of the house.
Rhys immediately started searching for the source of the curse and quickly identified it as coming from Professor Quirrell. During this process, he also noticed that Professor Snape was trying to use a counter-charm to stabilize the broom in the sky.
This is the real Slytherin! After giving Snape a thumbs up, Rhys took action without hesitation.
His magic and Quirrell's spell collided in the air, instantly defeating Quirrell's curse and restoring stability to the broom. Having learned the lesson from the flying lesson, he restrained the intensity of his spell this time and did not use too much force, but he still defeated his opponent and made the broom stable.
However, as soon as Quirrell's spell was defeated, it came back again, and this time there was an extremely evil aura attached to the magic power.
Oh? Is he showing his true skills now?
Rhys raised his eyebrows and boldly took action with all his strength. However, just as the two magic powers met, the magic power from Quirrell suddenly disappeared.
The sharp broom was now firmly fixed in the sky.
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