Although the reporters were a little disappointed that they couldn't get Ravenclaw's favor, even if they didn't mention the news that Hogwarts founder Rowena Ravenclaw was still alive in some way and might even become a true god, it sounded too fantastical, just tonight at St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital, Alan Harris received a phoenix from Ravenclaw, which is enough to cause a sensation in the wizarding world- Again, there were only two phoenixes in the world that had been tamed by wizards in this era, and after tonight, it was the third.

They hurriedly set up the cameras, and many of them reached in front of Allen and began to ask questions.

"I'm sorry guys. Alan politely waved his hand and refused, "Let's go out and say that it's a little too disrespectful to be interviewed here." ”

Everyone who witnessed all kinds of 'miracles' just now said yes, a group of people cheered out of the room, and Allen walked directly to the platform connecting the fourth and fifth floors before stopping, and the reporters immediately surrounded him, and endless questions rushed to Allen.

The ruddy-faced wizard didn't follow the crowd out, he stayed indoors, looking a little depressed and lonely at the Ravenclaw shrine, his eyes were deep, Ravenclaw's miracle was indeed real, the kind of power and magic he had just felt were completely different, which also made him even more surprised...

"You didn't really believe in my existence until just now. An ethereal, stern female voice rang out, and the shrine glowed faintly blue again.

Hearing the voice, the red-faced wizard's gloomy pupils dilated, and he stared sharply at the shrine, suddenly realizing from his own body that had begun to tremble at the strength of the other party more than once, that Lady Rowena Ravenclaw had appeared again.

The witch's lips were tightly closed, he had no reason to refute, he looked at the shrine suspiciously, suspecting that his thoughts were being checked by the other party, he was frantically running the Occlumency, just now, he thought that he had been here for so long, and his daily prayers could not withstand the face of Alan Harris, full of grievances, and felt that this Ravenclaw's choice might be a little unfair, and Ravenclaw's words were obviously an answer to his doubts.

He was a wise man, and he didn't need to say much about Ravenclaw, he knew that although he had prayed in front of the shrine every day, the earliest to come and the last to leave, and seemed to be pious, it was not until he had just experienced the power of the other party, and witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, that he really believed in his heart that Ravenclaw was indeed real, and that his questioning was cynical in itself, and that in these respects he was indeed no more religious than others.

But why did Lady Ravenclaw explain to herself? How could the proud god reply to her questioning when the three places were chosen by the other party?

"Because you're the faculty member I founded the college, Severus Snape. ”

Snape, the professor of the Dark Defence class at Hogwarts who used Polyjuice Potion to transform, suddenly turned his rosy cheeks as pale as he used to be because he had been in the basement for many years without sunlight, and his own thinking was clearly seen, and for the first time in decades, he was terrified that his brain occlusion was useless at this time.

Before Snape, who was a little emotionally disturbed, could respond, a stern female voice came again: "There is a thing that when it is owned by many people, it becomes weak, and when no one has it, it dies, what is it?"

Knowing the reason why Lady Ravenclaw responded to him, and knowing that the other party was giving himself a chance, Snape didn't have time to get used to being suspicious and thoughtful, so he wiped the cold sweat that flowed down his eyelids with his hand, and lowered his head to think about the answer to the riddle with all his might.

"Glory? Salazar, the old monkey, would be glad that the head of his house would have such a Slytherin idea. Ravenclaw's stern tone now had a hint of sarcasm reminiscent of Snape's sarcasm in class, "A closer answer, but like the glory of the Merlin Order of Merlin, more people receive it every year, but it doesn't get weaker, you are a Slytherin, but I am Ravenclaw." ”

Let the wizard's lips be closed tightly, he knew that his brain occlusion was useless in front of the other party, and the other party's way of vetoing the answer he thought of before he opened his mouth was obviously giving himself an extra chance, but the arrogant attitude of the other party made Snape, who was accustomed to arrogance, temporarily break through the suppression of the other party's mental level, and was a little annoyed in his heart, but when he thought of his purpose, he had to press it down and think carefully according to the other party's prompts, recalling the questions revealed by the eagle-shaped bronze knocker of the famous Ravenclaw common room, realizing that the other party's puzzle will never have a single correct answerIt never asks questions such as math or the kind of rigid questions that Snape himself set at the behest of Dumbledore when he was in Harry's first year, and its questions and answers are full of philosophy, as long as you can convince the Eagle Ring that it is correct, and there is no such thing as a standard answer.

"Secret, my answer is secret, ma'am. Snape, who was far more adept at this than the average pure-blood, chose another answer in his mind that he thought was closer to Ravenclaw's style, and he looked confidently at the shrine, waiting for the other party's reaction - but in fact, even at this time, he was still suspicious of the other party's identity, even if the other party was the real Rowena Ravenclaw himself, Snape still suspected that the other party might have mastered a power that ordinary wizards did not know to keep him in stock.

"Secret is a good answer, and the more people who know it, the less mysterious it becomes. Ravenclaw said, "You have a lot of secrets, wizard, but the one you are asking for now, go to my constituent, Alan Harris." ”

"Ma'am, I should have answered correctly, don't you want to know my wish first?" Snape tried to restrain his tone, his voice was a little subdued, his eyes were full of suspicion, and before she could say what she wanted, she sent herself to Alan Harris?

"My voters can solve the problem you want to solve for that Gryffindor. An understatement voice came from the statue's mouth.

Snape had become accustomed to the fact that the other party could explore the secrets of his mind, but Dumbledore had no way to use the Horcrux in Harry's head, and he could only guide Harry to sacrifice himself when the time was right, and Alan Harris could do it?

"Next, it's for the one you ask for. ”

Snape's progress was halted by the idol's question, but he replied with his peculiar overly annoying emphasis, "Ma'am, I have nothing to ask for. ”

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