Chapter 722: Mysterious Past (Patreon)
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"Be careful, Godric!" Ravenclaw said cautiously, taking out her wand, "Don't disturb the dead with no reason; it's a very irrational act. Even if you win against them, what's the use? They will reappear after a while."
She raised her wand high, and a blue magic barrier emerged around the sailboat.
The undead looked around blankly. They didn’t know what was going on. Under the influence of magic, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and the entire ship with the crew on it disappeared in front of them. They could not see them!
The two ships crossed each other, and Evan looked at the ghost ship close at hand, and the ferocious and hideous undead on it.
They showed morbidity, with speed and thoughts that undead creatures should not have, as though they were more advanced versions of the Inferi he had seen before.
A few minutes later, the ghost ship drifted away, disappeared from their front, and the surrounding fog dissipated.
It was still the calm sea, and the sailboat was swaying gently in the waves as though nothing had happened.
"Hiding is not my style!" Gryffindor said. "We should go up there and beat them up."
"You should know the true face of this ship, if you go up rashly, you may be taken to that dangerous place!" Ravenclaw said solemnly, "This is totally opposite to the purpose of our trip. If we are not careful, we may even stay there forever!"
"You mean the Lost City?!" Gryffindor replied nonchalantly. "What a pity… I really wanted to see it. It was an important magical city in ancient times… there should be a lot of precious treasures left there!"
Evan froze for a moment. Was the lost city they were talking about the city that had sunk in the nearby sea?!!
So, to get there, he had to board that ghost ship?
"Greed is the original sin, Godric. There are too many dangers in this world beyond your capabilities."
"I am keeping a proper thirst for knowledge," said Gryffindor. "It is because many wizards like me are willing to risk their lives to explore ancient relics and search for lost knowledge that the wizarding community can make continuous progress and recover from ruins in less than a thousand years, instead of studying new magic like you."
"Don't you forget how the mighty warlocks of ancient times perished?" Ravenclaw said cautiously. "Magic should be developed in the direction of being close to life and improving practicability. Sometimes, getting too strong would not be a good thing, as it would attract the attention of those monsters again."
"You should say this to Salazar. You know what he is going to do in Greece this time, don’t you?" Gryffindor said, waving indifferently. "Herpo the Foul’s secret laboratory… I don't have to think about it, I know what's going to be in it."
After a moment of silence, Ravenclaw slowly said, "He is different from us. He knows what he wants!"
"He is really different. I’m much more measured than he is. I know when to stop."
"It's because you've been so reckless that you've had this scar on your face," said Ravenclaw angrily, looking at Gryffindor discontentedly. "I have warned you again and again before, don't go to provoke that Cyclops."
"Who would have thought he would use magic?!" Gryffindor rubbed the scar on his eye and said with pain, "Was that fellow really a giant? He could use such a terrible amount of lightning power. Even wizards can’t use this kind of magic."
"You should read more books when you have free time. Cyclopses were known in the ancient times for their physical strength, cruel character, and mastery of lightning magic. Ordinary ancient warlocks did not dare to provoke them," said Ravenclaw, stepping forward and touching the scar on Gryffindor's eyes. "If it weren’t for your good luck… the one you met was too old and his strength was fading away. Otherwise, I don’t think you would have come back alive!"
"Well, I know, you've told me so many times, I will be more careful!” Gryffindor’s body was tight, and Evan noticed that he didn't dare to move as Ravenclaw seemed to gently approach and touch him. "I will no longer provoke any Cyclops for duels; I will stay away from them!"
"You have a powerful magic in this scar, and I can't cure it!" Ravenclaw let go and groaned. “When you get back, find someone else. There are wizards who are proficient in healing magical wounds in the Presbyterian Church. They should have a way to make that scar disappear."
"Don't care about this scar, my lady, it’s a man's medal!" Gryffindor said. "I'm quite satisfied with it. This is proof that I have fought with Cyclops. I will tell this story to future generations."
"This ugly scar is just proof of your foolishness!" Ravenclaw whispered, and then raised her voice. "In fact, you’re a bit as disturbing as Salazar. When this is over, I’ll go back and establish a school of magic. It will be in Slytherin’s castle. I’ll watch him closely and see how he can do those terrible magical experiments!"
"Establish a school of magic?!" Gryffindor was a little surprised. "Isn’t it too early for us to recruit apprentices now?"
"It's not too early. This is an endeavor that needs a lifetime to complete. Besides, I just thought," said Ravenclaw. "Do you not feel that the state of the wizarding world is very abnormal now? So many gifted wizards can’t learn the magic knowledge they should master because of their origins and waste their talents in vain… and those ancient pure-blood wizard families are even messier. They give some powerful Dark magic and taboo magic to children who have just awakened. And…"
"I’ve got only one question. Can I not go?" Gryffindor waved. "I don't want to meet Salazar again!"
"No, you have to be with me!" Ravenclaw replied, giving him a stern glance.
"Well, I’m in… but I’ll choose my own students!" Gryffindor said helplessly.
At this point in the conversation, Evan had learned some secrets of the past and the original purpose of Hogwarts.
Besides, he had a strange inexplicable feeling. The relationship between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in front of him did not seem to be as simple as imagined.
In history, of the Four Founders of Hogwarts, only Gryffindor was never married and had no offspring!
Rowena Ravenclaw had a daughter, and her daughter Helena Ravenclaw was also a ghost in the school.
As for who her father was, there was no record in the history of magic, and it was impossible to speculate from her surname.
These two things were not normal, anyway. The Middle Ages and the present were not the same. A normal man hadn't married for a lifetime, and the other had her child follow her mother's last name. That was really abnormal!
Looking at the two in front of him, Evan felt that he might have discovered something interesting.