Chapter 490 Helena’s Anchor

The bell of the new semester seems to be ringing more urgently. The fifth grade students are as busy as bees, shuttling between classrooms and listening to the professors’ detailed explanations of the importance and challenges of the OWLs exam.

In his usual plain tone, Professor Binns described the war between wizards and giants without emotion: "Mountain giants, these ancient creatures, were once the native inhabitants of the English Islands."

"As wizards sail from Foldel to the English Isles, they find themselves under constant threat to their lives from giants."

Harry Potter sat in the back row of the classroom, frowning slightly. In his heart, the giant should be as loyal and warm as Hagrid. The giant that Professor Binns read was far from the image in his mind. It was barbaric and rude.

"The giants have a ferocious temperament and show no mercy even to their own kind. They assemble and attack the wizards who express their friendship. The settlements of the first wizards were hit hard, and they destroyed everything with huge rocks. "

"In the first hundred years, hundreds of wizards died due to giants." Professor Binns' voice remained unchanged, and he spoke calmly and plainly: "When the wizards decided to establish the Ministry of Magic on this land, the giants' The leader initiates a decisive battle."

"It was a cruel and ruthless war. The giants caused the death of a large number of wizards, and were also driven back to the valleys and forests by the wizards' magic. After the first war, they gave up the southern territory and moved to the north..."

Professor Binns was talking nonchalantly, completely ignoring the students who hung their heads one after another and fell into a deep sleep.

In this class, which does not require magical practice, he only requires students to remain quiet.

For a long hour and a half, he mechanically recounted how giants gradually disappeared from the history of British wizarding circles. There was no emotion in his voice, it was like he was telling an instruction manual.

From time to time, Roger jotted down key points in his notebook and added in the details missing from the textbook. He records the initial unfavorable situation of the wizards who came west from the time of Charlemagne, and how they gradually organized themselves to push the giants back deep into the forests and mountains.

Viewed objectively, the British wizarding community is actually an uninvited invader. As natives of this land, giants lost their homeland in successive wars. They were slaughtered, expelled, and eventually imprisoned in the mountains by wizards, waiting to slowly become extinct.

"This is civilization." Rogge wrote his profound insights in the last part of the note. "It is never the civilization that masters technology or magic, but only those who master technology or magic can call themselves civilization."

As a member of the wizards, he was proud of the victory of the wizard ancestors in the war. He was proud of their courage and wisdom. He is also willing to give generous charity and a little sympathy to those weak people who have failed in the torrent of history.

The winners write history, while the losers only deserve to be footnotes.

In the center of the grand entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic, stands a radiant solid gold statue, which silently tells the glorious achievements of wizards.

The most striking image of the wizard among the group of sculptures. He was tall and noble, holding his wand high as if challenging the sky.

Surrounding the wizard were beautiful witches, centaurs, goblins and house elves, all looking up at him with great reverence.

Roger's quill pen drew lines of varying lengths on the notebook and sketched out the statue. Vigorous and powerful ink lines outline its solemnity and power in the simplest way.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, this statue is just the wizard's narcissism and self-promotion. At least centaurs and goblins will never truly worship humans.

However, under the powerful magic, in winning one war after another, other magical species as the losers have no choice but to lower their noble heads.

As the bell rang, the students poured out of the classroom in relief. Roger walked towards Professor Binns and asked politely: "Professor, do you think this war with Voldemort can be won?"

"Voldemort?" Professor Binns seemed surprised by this question. He was stunned for a moment, as if searching for this name in his distant memory.

"It was more than ten years ago. Isn't the war over?" He fell into deep thought and seemed to be trying to understand Rogge's question.

"Please wait a moment." Professor Binns suddenly raised his voice and stopped Rogge who was about to leave. "I don't know which race the magic world is at war with, but history tells me that wizards always win the final victory."

"But this time it's wizard versus wizard."

"Another civil war?" A smile appeared on Professor Binns' illusive face, as if recalling the distant past, "This reminds me of the noble wars in the Middle Ages. Peasants and tailors may be able to wear knights' armor, but the decision A war is always won or lost by the number of nobles.”

"Although we are wizards, this principle still applies." Professor Binns said, taking out the "General History of Magical War" from his clothes and handing it over, "Wizards are the nobles in the war, and we are the ones who decide the victory. Negative key.”

He smiled and walked through the wall and left the empty classroom. Rogge looked at the illusory book suspended in the air in front of him and didn't know how to take it away.

"Helena?" Rogge looked around, and after confirming that no one else was present, he took out Ravenclaw's diadem from the traceless expansion pack.

Miss Ghost leaned out curiously, just like the wishing genie emerging from the drift bottle, with her legs still in the crown. She looked at the familiar classroom and said softly: "If nothing happens, I'll go back first. It will be very troublesome if Peeves or Bloody Barrow..."

"Can you help me collect this book?" Rogge pointed in front of him. Helena's eyes immediately lit up and she easily took the book in her hand.

A smile appeared on her lips and she said, "It's great. I finally have a new book to read. I've read through my book collection hundreds of times and I'm almost bored to death."

"Can't you go to the library to borrow something?" Rogge asked curiously, "Mrs. Pince shouldn't be able to stop ghosts, right?"

"Do you think I can pick it up?" Helena rolled her eyes at him and explained, "Just like you can't pick up a book about ghosts, I can't pick up a book about matter."

"Not all ghosts are like Peeves and can affect the material world. I have suspected many times that it is not a ghost at all, but a part of the entire castle."

Rogge thought to himself, acquiescing to her point of view. Peeves is truly something special and has been around since the beginning of Hogwarts.

Unlike those illusory ghosts, it has a physical body, can float through walls, and even interact with the physical world.

"Maybe it really was born with the establishment of Hogwarts." Helena flipped through the new book and stuffed it smartly into her pocket. "You know, there are spirits in the house, always moving secretly. Tables and chairs. Same with the castle. Peeves was born to play pranks.”

"Perhaps you should visit other magic castles. They must have similar existences."

Helena's words reminded Rogge of Azkaban, the castle that was once the dark wizard's castle. Its walls were dark and cold, and it was a breeding ground for dementors.

After Voldemort broke through Azkaban, the Minister of Magic took the opportunity to abolish it, fulfilling the long-cherished wish of many former ministers. Now, wizards who are found guilty by trial will be escorted by Aurors to Macdonald, Australia.

"The ghost who gave you the book is really a good ghost." Helena sighed softly, "For those of us who exist between life and death, all books are part of our memory."

This was the first time Rogge heard that the Book of Ghosts was so special, and he couldn't help showing a surprised expression on his face: "You mean, if Professor Binns gives this book to me, he will lose all the knowledge related to it?"

"No, Rogge, this is not a loss of memory, but a physical one." Helena corrected with a serious expression, "This is different from Legilimency magic. It is irreversible and one-time. . Just like... like a certain organ of the body, it’s gone if you give it away.”

"So, Rogge." She paused and looked at him with malicious eyes, "You must absorb more knowledge while you are still breathing. In this way, when you become a ghost, I can learn from him. You get new knowledge there.”

"Haha." Rogge sneered and refused without hesitation: "Then guess, am I willing to hand it over to you?"

"Hmph, I have a lot of means! When that day comes, I will personally press you on the chopping board, layer by layer... just like peeling an onion, and take out all the knowledge in your mind."

"Oh, that sounds really impressive." Rogge smiled faintly, not caring about her threat.

A smug smile appeared on Helena's lips, and she turned around and returned to the crown. As she recovered her mother's relics, the obsession in her heart gradually dissipated, and her body even faintly flew to the world of death.

Although she had no fear of death, she did not like that dark, drab, and boring place. She would rather become a ghost, observing the changes in the magical world as a bystander forever.

In order to achieve this goal, Helena cleverly planted a secret magic anchor in Rogge's body without his noticing.

This is a special kind of ghost magic (more like setting up a new obsession), which lurks quietly, allowing Helena to stay in the material world forever.

When Rogge dies, that's when the anchor takes effect. Even if he fulfills all his long-cherished wishes and has no regrets, he can only remain here as a ghost. As long as Helena doesn't drain out all the knowledge in his body, she will stay here forever.

Rogge was completely unaware of this strange method. Because it does not exist in Roger's body or soul, but in Helena's heart. He simply dismissed the conversation as a lighthearted joke and hurried off to Professor Snape's Potions class.

The dungeon classroom was shrouded in darkness as always, and the pot of poison arrow grass from the tropical rainforest on the teacher's desk seemed to be quietly waiting for the students to arrive. This year, Slytherin and Gryffindor are in class at the same time again.

"Quiet." Professor Snape's eyes were as cold as ever. He quickly glanced around the classroom and closed the heavy wooden door with his backhand.

In fact, there is no need to speak, just his steady and powerful footsteps can silence all the whispers.

"After the sorting ceremony, I still need to remind you that next June, you will face an exam that is crucial to your magic learning career."

"You will have the opportunity to show your knowledge in the preparation and use of potions. Although..." there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "some people in this class are really slow to react!" He looked away from Neville. opened, eventually landing on Harry... Ron next to him.

Perhaps it was an experiment by Professor McGonagall to see if the position of prefect could inspire Weasley's courage and allow him to prove through his grades that he was worthy of the badge on his chest.

But to put it bluntly, Weasley's courage was never too little, but too much. That prefect badge will not bring him any improvement, especially in terms of grades.

"I hope you all can barely pass the OWLs, otherwise... I will be very angry!" Snape threatened almost every word, making the bodies of the students below tense up involuntarily.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes." A relaxed smile appeared on Snape's face, as if he saw the dawn of relief, "I only select the best students. Entering the NEWT Potions class. That means some of you will have to say goodbye."

As he said this, his eyes lingered on Harry Potter's face, and Harry stared back without fear. Harry, like Ron, felt a vicious sense of pleasure surge in his heart. When I thought that this was the last year of Potions class, I could hardly help but cheer loudly.

Professor Snape's eyes swept across the class again, and his voice softened a little, but still revealed unquestionable determination: "I think it will be a special pleasure when you say goodbye to them."

However, he still encouraged him in his own way: "Persist for another year, no matter what the final result is, I hope you can do your best."

"According to the lesson plan, today we will prepare a magic potion commonly used in exams: demulcent."

Roger smiled slightly, admiring Mr. Snape's strategy. The so-called palliative is to prepare questions for the OWLs exam. In addition, demulcents have the effect of calming irritability and anxiety, which is perfect for students preparing for exams.

"However, I want to teach you about snake people first." His thin lips curved into a mocking smile, with a hint of briskness in his tone. He was obviously proud of the next content: "This is supposed to be your defense against dark magic. Obviously, Lu Ping is not competent.”

He waved his wand gently, and a closed glass cabinet slowly rose from the ground. Several iron bars tightly bound the snake man's limbs, and he fell asleep under the spell of the comatose man.