You think that's a good idea, Rowena?"

The kind Hufflepuff looked at his best friend with a calm face at the moment,

"You intend to use your life force as a shackle to control this evil creature, have you considered the consequences, Rowena, the evil magic in this creature will affect you in turn, I don't doubt that you will be able to resist its erosion, but there is no doubt that it will cost you a lot of your life!"

"We made the decision to give our lives to stop that bleak future, didn't we, Helga?"

Ravenclaw smiled calmly.

"We must limit these creatures so that they do not leave the island one day after we die, devouring the emotions of life to their heart's content, and in doing so, grow their race.

My idea is that since we can't destroy them for the time being, they need to be under the control of the wizard until the final moment comes, and I use my life force as a medium to make a pact with this dementor so that the horde of this evil creature can be controlled, and as long as the pact exists, they must be at the behest of the wizard

I can leave this contract to the successive Headmasters of Hogwarts after us, of course, unless there is no other way, I don't want to do so, the wizards of future generations will not be satisfied with just restricting their instincts to expand their race, they will likely use the power of this evil creature. Whatever they do with this evil creature, for good or evil, the use of this power itself means evil—"

Amosta's eyes twitched slightly.

It seems that Rowena Ravenclaw did not end up handing over this contract to the successive Headmasters of Hogwarts, but to the Ministry of Magic, the successor of the Royal Society of Wizards.

This is indeed a problem that is easy to ignore.

For many years, the Dementors guarded the Wizarding Prison for the Ministry of Magic. The first thing that comes to mind when people talk about that prison is the terrible Dementors. But no one seems to wonder why Dementors, such purely evil creatures, would listen to the dictates of the wizarding government?

So, the contract is still kept in the Ministry of Magic, and the person who gets it will have the right to command the Dementors?

It wasn't too difficult for Amosta to restrain the Dementors, and unless the Dementors gathered on a large scale, some elite wizards could take them in stride, but that didn't mean that the Dementors weren't to be feared, and this creature was a nightmare for the average wizard in the wizarding world, after all, how many people could master the profound magic of the Patronus Charm?

So this contract is currently in the hands of Cornelius Fudge?

The thought crossed Amosta's mind, and then self-denial. It would be too harmful for an individual to have such a contract in his hands, and it is more likely that the contract is currently held in the Department of Mysteries, and that it would only belong to the wizard's power organization and not to individuals, and that the Minister of Magic would probably not be aware of it, and that the secret of the origin and utility of this contract would be in the hands of some silent person in the Department of Mysteries for generations.

Forming shackles with their own life force to restrain completely uncontrollable Dementors so that they can do their bidding?

Harry stared blankly at Rowena Ravenclaw, a witch known to the world for beauty, intelligence, and strength, her green eyes twinkling.

Harry didn't know how difficult it was, how advanced magic could do it, but one thing he knew was that it would cost Lady Ravenclaw dearly, and it was hard not to be moved by the great self-sacrifice.

But Miss Ravenclaw's words were not enough to reassure Miss Hufflepuff, and her eyes became heavier,

"I understand, Rowena, but your child--"

"I won't do that until she's born—"

Ms. Ravenclaw said calmly.

"You know very well that I don't mean that, Rowena—"

Hufflepuff raised his hand and sadly brushed Ravenclaw's sideburns,

"This kid won't

With her father by her side, do you still want her to lose her mother?"

"Her father would grow up with her and teach her magic, but they didn't know each other," Lady Ravenclaw smiled poignantly,

"Even we will pass away one day, Helga, and I believe that my children will be able to take on their own lives."

Harry's fists clenched.

Take on your own life.

Did his parents die fighting Voldemort, and before they died, did they hold that belief too?

To whom exactly?

Hermione's heart was deeply confused, obviously it wasn't the Royal Wizarding Guild, was it?

Dementors.

The previous conversation made Hermione understand that Miss Ravenclaw and Miss Hufflepuff were doing everything they could to destroy them. But just the Dementors, as for Ravenclaw, one of the four great founders of Hogwarts, so self-sacrificing?

"The future is a river with countless forks that cannot be fully peeped at, and I hope that it will eventually lead to the brightest kind of me that I have peeped at—"

Helga's burgundy eyes were filled with pity.

"We're all working on this--"

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> Lady Ravenclaw said that her majestic goshawk patronus rested on her shoulder, swallowing the Dementor back into her belly.

Amosta thought that this memory would end there, but after Lady Ravenclaw waved away the Patronus, she looked at Lady Hufflepuff,

"Did you find anything about the door I brought back from that island, Helga?"

Is it the 'Death's Door' in the final starry chamber in the underground ruins of Azkaban?

Amosta immediately remembered that it was a mysterious and evil magic prop, with an ancient aura haunting it, and it was hard to imagine what it had been made for.

Instead of answering Ravenclaw's question, Ms. Hufflepuff led her to the open valley oil picture on the wall, and after fiddling with an ear of rice carved into the yellow border, the original beautiful oil painting suddenly swirled, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw stepped into it.

"Keep up—"

Amosta beckoned to the three little ones and quickly followed.

"Are we going back?"

Ron looked at the painting and asked apprehensively, if he could, he would like to be able to take a different path back to the castle he was familiar with, and the situation he had seen in that corridor before had indeed given him an incredible spiritual impact.

"I don't think it's time yet--"

Amosta said succinctly, and then, the figure disappeared into the painting, and the three little wizards and the two elves, after spending money and stopping uneasily for a while, also entered the frame one after another before the vortex subsided.

"It's—"

Harry looked around, dazed.

Instead of returning to the cold and terrifying corridor, they appeared in another room. It's clean, tidy, and just like Ms. Hufflepuff's office, with a floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the Forbidden Forest, which, unlike their time, is not bordered by a simple wooden house.

It's not so much a secret room as a private room for Hufflepuff ladies to enjoy their private moments.

On the shelves on the wall near the window, there were many flowers and plants, not the amazing plants that Professor Sprout had raised in the greenhouse, but edible plants and fruits, and there was even an elaborate stove for Hufflepuff ladies to study the whimsical new dishes.

It's not that there is nothing to do with magic.

After entering the secret room, there are several crystal balls on the left-hand wall, and most of the center of these crystal balls is filled with hazy mist.

There are also one or two wrapped in a dizzying starry sky.

"Miss Hufflepuff is—"

Hermione looked at the crystal balls, she seemed to realize something, and said in amazement,

"Like Professor Trelawney."

"Probably there's a difference—"

Professor Blaine looked across the room, the 'Door of Death' bound by the dense ancient magic patterns engraved on the earth,

"I'm not sure how much Professor Trelawney really has the skills, but Ms. Hufflepuff is clearly able to capture the real picture from the ethereal fate--"

"Has anything ever come out of this door, Helga?"

Lady Ravenclaw forgot the magic words on the ground, and immediately realized that it was a seal that Helga had placed to prevent the door from moving.

"Luckily, there hasn't been that worrying situation so far--"

Miss Hufflepuff gracefully stepped up to the rough arch, her fingertips brushing over the windless but eerie drapery swaying in mid-air, and then, turning back to Miss Ravenclaw, smiled back,

"I've been in, though—"

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