Chapter 701: Inheritance Scroll

Packing up a portrait and taking it away, this is really a special thing.

But how can a portrait be taken away?

Jia Siting didn't understand; he hoped Mr. Owl could speak more clearly.

"How can I take you away?"

Jia Siting asked.

He looked at the owl portrait; did he have to take it directly? He thought it shouldn't be like this.

This is not magic.

"Smart little wizard, you made the right decision."

Mr. Owl knocked on the frame with its claws, and the frame made a banging sound.

A breeze with the damp smell of mud blew past, and the third-floor corridor was sprinkled with warm yellow halos.

Mr. Owl used some force, and a claw reached out from the frame.

This scene made Jia Siting open his eyes slightly.

"What are you looking at!"

Mr. Owl made a noise.

Jia Siting lowered his head, and the Wizard's Book unfolded quickly.

"Smart little wizard, stupid little wizard, help, I'm stuck—"

Mr. Owl was silent for a few seconds and asked for help.

Jia Siting just realized, he closed the book, tapped his wand, and a vine softly wrapped around the claw Mr. Owl reached out.

Soon, there was an owl head outside the frame, a pair of wings, and a roll of old parchment.

The corridor was decorated with thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe, and the flowers Luohate had arranged earlier were still blooming intensely.

Mr. Owl spread its wings and flew immediately; in the past, it could only flap its wings in the frame, but today, it flew around the tower of Hogwarts Castle again and again.

"I completed Ravenclaw's mission!"

It shouted.

"I am flying!"

It made a noise.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of a certain old wizard; he looked at the window, and the stained-glass window opened automatically.

Below the stained-glass window, a broken kettle was bubbling; outside the stained-glass window, a special owl was soaring.

It wore gentle gold-rimmed glasses and held yellowed parchment.

"Ravenclaw's owl, inherited by Ravenclaw, how interesting..."

Dumbledore revealed a smile, and even the annoyance of Marcus Maige causing him big trouble dissipated.

He sat down and began to deal with the "official business the deputy headmaster couldn't finish."

In the third-floor corridor, some white snow drifted from the stained-glass window and fell onto Jia Siting's eyebrows.

He looked up, and a ball of "white snow" fell onto his shoulder.

"This is freedom! I'm following you!"

Mr. Owl cheered.

"You are not a portrait?"

Jia Siting asked.

"I am a noble eagle."

Mr. Owl hummed.

Jia Siting didn't understand; what kind of creation is Mr. Owl?

Alchemy?

Not entirely like it; Jia Siting's intuition in alchemy had never been wrong.

Mr. Owl was indeed alive.

And the alchemy Jia Siting had come into contact with, whether it was Wizard's Chess or portraits, those were creations that seemed alive but could not be classified as living beings at all.

In other words, they didn't possess life, only some personality.

But look at Mr. Owl, it was grooming its feathers, stretching its body. Just as it said, it was a living eagle.

But how could an eagle live for more than a dozen centuries?

If Voldemort knew...

"You have always been able to come out of the portrait to move?"

Jia Siting asked curiously.

"Of course, I am a free eagle, the noble Raven!"

Mr. Owl was very proud.

"Then..."

Jia Siting was silent for a moment.

Looking at it this way, Mr. Owl was a portrait by choice.

"Portraits can extend my time, I have to be careful, be careful..."

Mr. Owl spoke in Jia Siting's ear.

"Let me tell you a secret... I was created to complete Lady Ravenclaw's mission, I am a loyal eagle."

More than a dozen centuries of loyalty left Jia Siting speechless for a long time.

"Century after century, that damn broken hat didn't find any wizard... I could only wait, wait..."

Now my mission is completed—the new mission has begun—"

Mr. Owl held its head high.

"What mission?"

Jia Siting was curious.

"Follow you."

Mr. Owl's big eyeballs stared at Jia Siting.

"And then?"

Jia Siting didn't understand.

What kind of mission is this?

"No then."

Mr. Owl hummed and hawwed.

Jia Siting fell into silence again, and soon he accepted it.

Mr. Owl had many secrets, and it itself was a huge secret.

Jia Siting guessed this was the biological alchemy rarely mentioned in alchemy, one of the most dangerous and obscure parts of the entire alchemy.

Speaking of which, dark magical creatures like basilisks and acromantulas were also likely part of biological alchemy.

Darker, more dangerous parts.

And according to Lady Ravenclaw's alchemical strength in designing Hogwarts Castle, creating a special owl seemed acceptable.

Hope Hut.

Pumpkin Book House.

This is where Jia Siting carved, and Jia Siting would occasionally come in to sit for a while.

At this moment, he was carefully placing Mr. Owl on a perch.

He held an old piece of parchment in his hand.

It was the true embodiment of Ravenclaw's wisdom.

He cautiously opened the curled parchment; on the old paper were silver threads.

Like the threads in a Pensieve, dreamlike, floating and uncertain.

Jia Siting stared carefully at these silver threads, and before long, the world in front of him began to blur.

Outside the house.

Hope Hut lost its guard today.

"Where is Mr. Owl?"

Hemin frowned.

"This is the first time I've seen Mr. Owl not here."

Jia Siting was quite curious.

"Well, let's assume it went to visit someone, but how are we going to get in?"

Luo En yawned.

At the end of winter, white snow drifted down, and a layer of frost soon covered the window.

It seemed they had been waiting here for a long time; the tips of the three young wizards' hair were stained with snowflakes.

"Class is about to start."

Hemin closed her book, somewhat incredulous.

You know, the class time for second-year young wizards is nine o'clock, and they came to Hope Hut at seven o'clock.

For two whole hours, they hadn't even seen a feather of the owl, which had never happened before.

And the owl they were talking about was standing on the perch, curiously pecking at the roasted sweet potato under the hearth.

Steam occasionally came out of its mouth.

Beside it, Jia Siting woke up slowly.

He felt like he had just had a dream, as if he had experienced many memories, and his head was filled with some vague knowledge.

"One-time magic inheritance scroll, first use, how do you feel?"

Mr. Owl hopped onto his shoulder.

First use, huh...

Jia Siting was unable to speak; his head was dizzy at this moment.

But just by looking at it, he roughly understood how the scroll worked; it was Ravenclaw putting some of her own memories about knowledge onto the scroll. ===== CHAPTER 702 =====