In the deep and dark corridor, a dim yellow lantern moved slowly, and heavy footsteps echoed in the empty space. Where the lights are on, the portraits on the walls either open their eyes, stare angrily, or greet them with a smile. Their eyes converged on the man holding the lantern.
The man has hair as dry and messy as weeds in a chicken coop. The drooping triangular eyes look fierce and sinister, and the eyes are round in the sockets, like a hunting dog looking for prey. Old and tattered clothes, shoes that look awkward.
An unlovable cat followed him, its eyes shining with green light.
The dim candlelight on both sides of the corridor swayed gently, reflecting the shadows of a person and a cat on the mottled old wall. It seemed particularly eerie.
Suddenly, a figure shining with cold white light hung down from the ceiling.
"Meow!
! "
The cat arched its back, showed its fangs and claws, and let out an intrusive howl.
The man immediately took two steps back and looked at what was in front of him with vigilance and horror.
But soon, he looked relieved.
"It's you, Mrs. Grey. Why are you here suddenly?"
the man asked with a grin.
Mrs. Gray raised her eyes and looked at the man behind her, trying to smile, but in the end she just raised the corners of her mouth and did not smile, because she was completely in no mood right now.
"Good evening, Mr. Filch. I've come down this corridor to take care of some business."
She looked at Filch and said, "Please stay away from the depths of the corridor for now."
Filch disappeared with a hint of ingratiation, and he frowned tightly.
"Is there a young wizard who is close to you who is walking over there at night?"
He asked his question, but Mrs. Gray did not give an answer, but showed a tangled look.
"Then I cannot agree." Filch said seriously, "I am the administrator of Hogwarts, and I cannot allow a student to violate school rules. Not even with your plea. This is my responsibility. .”
Mrs. Gray shook her head and said: "That's not the case, Mr. Filch, but..."
"Okay, Argus."
Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind Filch.
Filch quickly turned around, with a surprised look on his face, but still said with great respect: "Professor Dumbledore! Why are you here too?!"
Dumbledore has a gentle smile on his face, which makes people feel calm and relaxed when they see him. And I can't help but be infected by this calmness and ease.
"Just a few minor issues to deal with. No patrol tonight, Argus. Have a good night's rest. Give you a break."
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Dumbledore patted Filch on the shoulder and said.
Filch looked surprised and hesitant at the same time: "But what should we do about the students who travel at night? Professor Dumbledore! You don't know! Those students, especially the third-year Wes family twins, They swim at night almost every day, and I almost catch them every time!”
"You should let me restore the use of those 'props'! Then the students will definitely be more obedient."
He couldn't help but whisper.
Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Filch's complaints, and just smiled and said: "Those 'props' should not be used against students, Argus. Go and rest first."
"Then there can't be no patrols in the school..."
Filch spoke again.
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"I'll patrol for you." He winked at Filch, looking quite childlike, "Don't worry, as an old man, I don't want to waste time on things like sleep."
Filch opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Dumbledore had already ignored him and walked towards Mrs. Grey.
Completely ignored his meaning.
Filch sighed, shook his head, and turned around to walk in the direction he came from.
He knew that there was nothing he could do to change the current situation.
And he was used to everyone's disregard.
What more could a squib want in this magical world?
The position of an administrator is already a great gift. At least he was still in contact with the magic he longed for. Rather than integrating into the Muggle world and being isolated from magic.
But he soon became happy. He had a night off tonight, and he didn't need to compete with those little bastards or be teased by them. Instead, you can take a good bath and get a good night's sleep early.
Oh, by the way, he can also give Mrs. Norris a bath. Poor kitten, she hasn't taken good care of herself for a while.
Thinking of this, his footsteps became much lighter when he left.
On the other side, Mrs. Gray looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression.
"Did you really feel it too?"
she asked in a cold business voice.
Dumbledore nodded and said, "I am the principal. It is not surprising that I can feel this movement."
"The things in it are not accessible to others."
Mrs. Gray said calmly and seriously, as if she was trying to get rid of some unwanted thoughts.
Dumbledore looked at her deeply, and then said: "I am the principal."
After saying that, he no longer cared about Mrs. Gray, but moved deeper into the corridor.
Mrs. Gray looked at his back with respect, fear, and confusion in her eyes. But she still followed Dumbledore's footsteps.
No matter what, she was going to take a look.
The man and the ghost didn't walk long before they saw the tapestry of a giant monster beating silly Barnabas with a club.
Dumbledore looked at the wall opposite the tapestry with a thoughtful look on his face. Mrs. Gray, on the other hand, was a little confused, looking a little yearning, but also a little timid.
After a while, Dumbledore seemed to figure out something and spoke with emotion.
"What a magical place. What a great place."
Mrs. Gray didn't reply, but straightened her body proudly.
After another moment, she glanced at Dumbledore.
He squinted his eyes at this time and seemed to be asleep.
This made Mrs. Gray a little dumbfounded. Did you say that you don't want to waste time sleeping?
This is……
Dumbledore knocked his head and suddenly woke up. He looked around blankly, and then said to Mrs. Gray with some embarrassment: "Sorry, forgive an old man's lack of energy."
It was neither good nor bad to say yes, and Mrs. Gray could only nod silently.
You are the principal, and everything you say is right.
Dumbledore stared at the wall and pondered for a moment. Then suddenly he spoke.
"I really want to go in and have a look."
"I won't go in and take a look." Luke said with a blank look on his face, "Unless we talk about it first."
The door still didn't respond at all, just sitting quietly in the corner, looking like it didn't matter, it was whatever you chose.
But the closed door behind Luke obviously didn't say that.
He even used fire spells and clear water to blast through the door behind him.
It was useless, not useful at all, but Luke was not upset about his lack of strength.
Unless it is a magic like Li Huo that can burn magic power to grow, Luke would not be surprised if any magic has no effect on this door.
However, Luke had no intention of compromising.
He took out a bedroll directly from his belt and laid it out neatly.
There is a feeling that I will never compromise.
Doris didn't understand what Luke was doing, but she knew that she didn't have to hide it for the time being, so she jumped out of Luke's pocket again and wrapped it around his neck.
Luke didn't stop the little guy either. Instead, he sat on his bed and yawned, seeming to be ready to sleep.
"I'm not kidding, I'm really sleepy and want to sleep now. If I don't show up tomorrow, it won't be a secret anymore."
"Believe me, if this place becomes a well-known place, you will definitely not like it. I wish a thousand people would come here every day to visit and look for opportunities. Without peace, it is definitely not a good experience."
The other party still made no move.
Luke didn't care and stood up and bowed.
Then he took off his robe, took off his belt, pulled Doris off her neck again, then lay directly on the bedclothes, pulling the quilt up to her neck.
"Can you please extinguish these candles? Thank you."
But there was no response, and Luke even felt that the candle flames were getting brighter.
Luke raised an eyebrow, then reached into his belt and pulled out an eyepatch. Put on the blindfold, the world turns to darkness. So he closed his eyes and got ready to sleep.
He's not kidding.
This kind of choice involves life and the bottom line is the same. He will never compromise.
After about ten minutes, a sigh suddenly came from the room.
"You feel like that scoundrel far better than Salazar does."
It was a cold female voice. Even without seeing her face, Luke could get his first impression from the sound.
Proud, smart, and full of wisdom. At the same time, there are many things that I am not good at. A little contrasting and cute?
Luke felt a little disrespectful, but couldn't help but smile.
"Maybe, although I haven't seen them." Luke took off his blindfold and sat up.
Little Doris was quite troubled by his sit-up-like behavior, and then she entangled Luke's hair with her tail and pulled it back and forth.
It didn't hurt, and there was no greater harm, so Luke didn't care about the little guy.
"You seem to have some guesses about my identity."
The voice said again.
"I've gone to another similar room, although I didn't actually open the door and walk in. It was Peeves who led me in."
"And I know very well that Slytherin's chamber is where he belongs."
"As for your identity." Luke's expression remained unchanged, "The raven on the door has already told me the answer."
"Mrs. Ravenclaw."
A peaceful silence fell in the Room of Requirement.
After a moment, Ravenclaw's voice sounded again.
"Your detailed analysis, instead of just a 'gut feeling', convinced me that you are a descendant of Salazar, not that stupid lion."
"If our bloodline comes from Mr. Gryffindor, then I will be proud of my ancestor. And I will try my best to support myself enough to support the glory brought by this surname."
Luke replied simply.
"Why don't you come in? Are you worried that I will harm you?"
she asked.
"Yes, I'm worried." Luke replied simply. "Although my intuition tells me that there won't be any danger there, my rationality tells me that it's better to do more than to do less."
"Don't you want my power?"
Ravenclaw was a little confused and confused.
If she originally just thought that this child would be more suspicious in the future, then what this child said now is no longer a question of suspicion.
He knew there was no danger here, but he was unwilling to accept his kindness.
Why is this?
"I won't give you my power directly, it makes no sense. But I will give you my knowledge, improve your wisdom, let you learn faster, understand faster, apply faster, and improve faster .”
"Knowledge is more precious than power."
Luke didn't speak for a long time. He understood all these truths and he knew very well the preciousness of knowledge and information.
but……
Luke took a deep breath, smiled and said: "I have Slytherin blood, and I come from a direct family. I know that the Slytherin inheritance is left in the secret room, and I am qualified, but I don't have the ability for the time being. Go get it.”
"I have the same talent as Gryffindor. I also found his secret notes. Although I don't know if the special magic is directly recorded in it. But the clues will definitely be found."
"These are the blood and talents I possess. They are things I cannot refuse and am not willing to abandon."
“The strength and knowledge they bring to me, and the responsibilities that come with it, are things I am willing and should take on.”
"But the so-called 'knowledge' and 'wisdom' in your mouth are not mine. I believe there are far more suitable inheritors than me."
"I am unwilling to accept your gift because I believe..."
"The gift of fate must have a price tag. I have already shouldered a heavy enough mission and I am not willing to accept another one."
Luke wasn't kidding. He knows very well that his talent is indeed very good, and with the help of the system, he has unlimited possibilities. But bit off more than you can chew. What's the use of having the inheritance of the four giants gathered in oneself?
What you want to walk in the future is your own path. Although he was still confused, he had roughly seen the direction.
So he doesn't have much need for these inheritances.
However... these words are not the main reason.
After he finished speaking, Ravenclaw was silent for a long time, then chuckled and said, "You are such a smart boy."
Luke smiled brightly too.
"I have always believed that knowing how to refuse is also wisdom."
