Chapter 245: Ravenclaw: Are You a Dementor?
"Of course, feel free."
Dylan gestured for her to proceed. The two of them walked toward the forest. The ground was covered in fallen leaves, and they walked on the soft foliage. Ravenclaw looked around, while Dylan lightly kicked a pinecone on the ground.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a gust of warm wind swept over their heads. A dragon flew over.
"Aoo!"
With a whoosh of wings, a huge dragon covered in grayish-black scales landed with a thud.
Hmph!
The breath from its nostrils was still warm. Its thick tail lightly thumped the ground, making the small stones around them bounce. Norberta's round, vertical pupils stared curiously at Ravenclaw.
"This is one of my teachers. She'll be living here with you from now on. Be polite to her, alright?"
Of course, even if she's not polite, Ravenclaw will probably put Norberta in her place.
There was nothing for it. The raw power was there.
"Aoo!"
But Norberta was very obedient to Dylan. Hearing his words, she simply nodded her big head, and even the fangs she had been baring became slightly less prominent.
Ravenclaw looked at the dragon in front of her, slightly surprised. "I didn't expect you to have a dragon in your world. Is it legal to raise dragons in the wizarding world now?"
Dylan shook his head. "No, it is illegal to keep a dragon without a license."
But the next moment, he gave a faint smile. "But if I don't follow the Ministry of Magic's laws, I can raise one."
Ravenclaw also laughed. "Indeed, laws are a restriction for the real world. Your world, of course, isn't bound by any regulations—you are the master here, and the rules are set by you. So, naturally, you can raise whatever you like."
Dylan raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect Ravenclaw to adapt so quickly.
"Hiss~"
Just then, another hissing sound came from the forest. Ravenclaw looked over and saw a ferocious-looking but timid giant snake. She froze.
"That's... a Basilisk?"
Ravenclaw suddenly frowned and turned to look at Dylan. "Did you create this?"
Dylan shook his head. "No, this was created by Slytherin. He sealed it in a secret chamber at Hogwarts to allow his heir to take control of it and kill all half-blood wizards, creating a world where only pure-bloods survived."
Ravenclaw's beautiful eyebrows furrowed even more.
Ravenclaw was undeniably beautiful, almost unreal. With her oval face as pale as mutton-fat jade, graceful eyebrows, eyes like black gemstones, a straight nose, a delicate mouth, and a slender figure, she exuded a gentle and elegant aura. Even with her brow furrowed now, she gave off a feeling of a thin cloud obscuring a bright moon.
"How could he do such a thing? I never thought he had become this insane. I always told him not to study those Dark Arts and not to use them so carelessly, or he would only suffer a backlash in the end!" Ravenclaw's voice was filled with a sigh.
Dylan blinked. "Was Head of House Slytherin also someone who enjoyed studying Dark Arts?"
Ravenclaw nodded. "After founding the school, he became even more obsessed with studying spells." She sighed again, her tone filled with regret.
"Dylan, do you know what distinguishes the four Houses of Hogwarts?"
Hearing this, Dylan thought for a moment and nodded. "Probably about each person's character."
Ravenclaw nodded gently. "Hufflepuff believed that what mattered most were the friends around her, and the beauty of the present. So she was loyal to what was real and had a good relationship with everyone."
"Gryffindor believed that what was most important was new experiences. So he always sought excitement and was brave enough to explore the unknown, forever maintaining a curiosity about the world."
"And then there's me, and Slytherin."
"In our scale of values, what was most important was probably the realization of our own self-worth."
"In fact, in the beginning, Salazar and I had a lot to discuss. I would always talk with him about magic."
"But the difference between us was that Slytherin's self-worth was measured by his interactions with the outside world. So he would do anything to gain power and status, seeking the approval of others and their subservience."
"However, as one of the Founders of Hogwarts, he was already in a high position at that time, but he was still not satisfied. He then turned to studying the Dark Arts and more vile curses."
Ravenclaw's eyes held a hint of remembrance. "It was then that we gradually parted ways. Hufflepuff tried to dissuade him many times, and Gryffindor even fought him several times. The end result was only that Slytherin grew further and further away from us."
Ravenclaw sighed again. "I always thought that Slytherin and I would have a lot in common, but it wasn't until he showed us the results of his latest Dark Arts research that I realized we were truly two different kinds of people."
"I believed that what was most important was to measure oneself by one's own standards. The acquisition of wealth, power, or status could not truly prove oneself. Only by pursuing what one loves can one achieve true eternity."
Dylan listened to Ravenclaw's words and paused for a moment.
Truthfully, it was too crude to divide all people into just four categories. The four Houses, more or less, had similar traits. No matter what, the four Founders who first established Hogwarts at least started out by supporting each other. The fact that Slytherin eventually grew distant from everyone showed that people change. If, from the very beginning, Slytherin had shown such a fanatical obsession with the Dark Arts, a disregard for life, and a focus on bloodlines, the other three Founders would probably not have become his partners.
And Ravenclaw and Slytherin were indeed very similar. Many villains came from Slytherin. But Ravenclaw also had its share, such as Lockhart and Rita Skeeter. In Dylan's view, taking Lockhart as an example, his ultimate goal was to gain fame and fortune by any means. But for Slytherins, fame and fortune were just one of the means.
However, one thing was certain: both Ravenclaw and Slytherin would stop at nothing to pursue what they loved. It was just that sometimes, because the things they loved were too pure and harmless, it seemed at first glance that they weren't very dangerous, and instead appeared innocent and naive. But the more that was the case, Dylan felt, the more likely it was that a number of mad scientists would emerge.
As for Ravenclaw and Slytherin themselves, their commonality was the need to prove themselves. One sought it internally, while the other sought it externally.
"If Gryffindor always sought new things, why didn't he develop an interest in the Dark Arts?" Dylan asked.
Ravenclaw, who had been a little sad, was taken aback by Dylan's sudden question, and then a smile appeared on her lips.
"Him... how do you know he didn't have an interest in the Dark Arts?"
"Oh?" Dylan's eyes widened.
"That Sword of Gryffindor is best at slaying creatures of the Dark Arts. How do you think he forged it?"
"Didn't the goblins forge it?"
"Yes, but it also has Gryffindor's unique magic on it. I don't think a goblin would have placed that mark on it, would they?"
Dylan's eyelashes fluttered twice. "So you mean..."
"It's exactly as you're thinking. He not only studied the Dark Arts, but his understanding of them was also very profound."
"The difference is that Slytherin would stop at nothing to experiment with a Dark Art, while Gryffindor would not. Instead, he would try to improve the Dark Arts and see if the price to be paid could be changed."
Dylan slowly nodded. "I see..."
Suddenly, he remembered something. It seemed... he also always did some experiments and studied some Dark Arts. If Ravenclaw found out, would she feel repulsed?
Dylan clicked his tongue. He had hidden in his own world to conduct his shady experiments. But how had he suddenly gotten the feeling that even his own world was no longer safe, and he wanted to go somewhere else to do his experiments?
"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Ravenclaw looked back at him.
Dylan shook his head. "Nothing, just thinking about some insignificant things."
Ravenclaw nodded, not pressing for more. Instead, she turned her gaze back to the Basilisk.
"You said Salazar created it, and he wanted his heir to help him complete what he couldn't—and now this Basilisk is here with you... are you that heir?"
Dylan directly denied it. "No, I'm not. The heir I mentioned was the Voldemort I talked about before."
"Oh? But you also said he was dead and trying to resurrect himself, didn't you? Has he successfully come back to life?" Ravenclaw was intrigued by this.
She had never been able to research true immortality before she died. There were many ways to achieve a prolonged existence, but in her opinion, they were all too base. She'd rather die than live on in such a miserable state. She wasn't sure what method the Voldemort Dylan spoke of used for his resurrection. But even the methods she looked down upon were extremely difficult to achieve.
Someone who could reach that level was clearly not an ordinary person. Either they had an extreme understanding of the Dark Arts, or they had discovered a new magical method.
"No, he hasn't been successfully resurrected yet." Dylan shook his head again, then looked at the diadem in Ravenclaw's hand. "This is a Horcrux he made. He previously used a diary Horcrux to try and resurrect himself, but I stopped him."
Ravenclaw smiled faintly. "I knew it was you who stopped him; otherwise, this Basilisk wouldn't be here, right?"
Dylan also chuckled. "That's right."
Ravenclaw held the diadem. "Let me guess. That diary Horcrux is also in your hands now, isn't it?"
"You truly are a seer." Dylan didn't deny it.
"And... do you want to create a Horcrux of your own?"
Dylan raised his eyebrows, looking at Ravenclaw in surprise. "Why would you think that?"
"After all, a Horcrux represents immortality. I suppose few people can resist that temptation, can they?"
"But a Horcrux also represents the division of the soul. I'm not willing to accept an incomplete version of myself."
Ravenclaw nodded. "If you can say that, I believe you won't do it."
Dylan paused slightly, then nodded in agreement. "You can keep the diadem for now. Sometimes I might need to borrow it for some research."
"Don't worry about me. In fact, even without these evil methods, I can still achieve immortality. I just don't think it's the most suitable way, so I'll continue to research it."
"Oh?" Ravenclaw blinked. "You... have you already mastered a method for immortality?"
Dylan gave a playful smile. "I have an entire world. Do you think it would be difficult to achieve immortality?"
Ravenclaw looked at Dylan, her eyes like still water. "Is it possible for me to know what kind of immortality you've mastered?"
"Since you've asked, of course."
Dylan shrugged. "I can simply absorb the emotions, and even the souls, of living beings, just like a Dementor, to delay aging and even reverse it."
"But I'm still a child right now, so there's no need for me to reverse aging at all."
Ravenclaw was stunned, taking a long moment to process it. She looked Dylan up and down, a look of surprise in her eyes. "Are you a Dementor?"
"What?"
Dylan was taken aback, then shook his head. "No, I'm not a Dementor. I just have the ability of a Dementor."
Ravenclaw thought for a moment, then said, "It's because of your secret again, isn't it?"
"That's right."
"In that case, I won't ask any more questions. If one day you are willing to tell me, I would be very grateful." Ravenclaw paused before continuing. "Does having the power of a Dementor affect your own being?"
Dylan could understand why a person so dedicated to the pursuit of wisdom and knowledge like Ravenclaw would be so interested in a young wizard like him, who not only owned an independent world but also held so many secrets that he even possessed the power of a Dementor.
Dylan had deliberately thrown out these hints. After all, even though Ravenclaw had emerged from the portrait the system had rewarded him with, her true nature, whether she had a completely independent consciousness, and if she might have some unforeseen conflict with him in the future, were all things Dylan couldn't predict. Therefore, using knowledge in various ways to keep her on her toes was a form of security.
After thinking about it, Dylan shook his head. "No—at least not for me. As for others, I don't think anyone else can use the power of a Dementor, so I wouldn't know."
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