The Prisoners of Hogwarts

Chapter 9 The Raven's Eye

As the raven opened its eyes, Lynch felt a blur before his eyes, and his vision suddenly widened.

The black stone table surface splits and extends at the bottom of the field of vision, with the table edges resembling two curved tracks that stretch into the depths of the peripheral light.

He found that he could see both the crucible on the table to his left and the glassware on the shelf on the wall to his right.

Turning his head slightly, the cracks and scorch marks on the stone table caused by the phoenix flames, and the ashes of the cloth bag burned away by the flames, were clearly visible.

A huge shadow stood clearly in front of me; upon closer inspection, it was myself with my eyes closed.

He looked at his own body a few steps away, savoring the sense of disconnect that arose from the separation between his consciousness and physical perception.

Taking a step, it experienced the awkward feeling of walking on its claws, and spread its wings to feel how the faint air flowed and brushed against its feathers.

After moving around for a while, Lin Qi stopped.

He opened his eyes and saw the raven standing on the stone table.

A hidden connection still binds them together.

He tilted his head, and the raven's head turned accordingly. He raised his arm, and the raven opposite him raised its wings in response.

Lynch extended his right hand and pinched his middle finger, ring finger, and thumb together, instantly severing the connection.

The raven turned back into a motionless wooden sculpture.

Lynch closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. "Now, the fences of Hogwarts are no longer cages..."

Lin Qi raised his hand and cast a cleansing spell on himself. Sensing the depletion of his magic power, he silently made an assessment.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, walked to the stone table, and ran two fingers across its surface. The surface of the stone table, which had been damaged by the flames, rippled like water and was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Then Lin Qi placed his finger on the head of the wooden sculpture. As Lin Qi pressed his finger down, the size of the wooden sculpture began to change, shrinking from a height of 40 centimeters on the table to 20 centimeters.

It transformed from a giant raven into a tiny crow.

With a light tap of his finger on the crow's head, the crow leaped from the stone table, flapping its wings for leverage, and landed on Lynch's shoulder.

Lin Qi walked out of the room and down the inverted staircase to the first floor of the stone house.

Lynch reached out and lit the fireplace again. He walked to his desk and sat down. After a moment's thought, he pulled out a sheet of parchment, with an automatic shorthand quill ready to go.

"On the evening of July 31, 1991," he began, and as he spoke, the stenographer's quill began to write rapidly on the parchment, "The inspiration I drew from the Horcrux has finally been successfully transformed into reality. This magical ritual, which I named Raven's Eye, was successfully launched tonight."

First of all, it should be noted that although this magical ritual is inspired by the cutting-edge dark magic of Horcrux making, this magic is not dark magic; it is a white magic that comes at a very high cost.

Any wizard can cast it, provided they possess sufficiently advanced magical skills and can afford the cost of those rare magical materials.

Another reason I believe this magic is not black magic is that it doesn't require strong negative emotions to be activated like black magic, so it won't, in turn, affect the caster and distort their mind.

In fact, the only harm this magic causes to the user is the pain of having blood drawn from the tip of their heart. It is an extremely intense pain, as if the user's heart is being torn in two. Unfortunately, no magic has been developed to protect against this step yet, and the user can only rely on their strong will to get through it.

Using that drop of blood drawn from the tip of my own heart as an anchor, I successfully connected the senses of the wooden raven with my own.

From the moment the magical ritual succeeds, I have gained another channel to observe and perceive the outside world, in addition to myself.

I can receive sensory information from the raven, see what it sees, hear what it hears, and perceive its environment. I can sit in Hogwarts and listen to a conversation in Hogsmeade or participate in a lively celebration.

Based on my experience just now, I can also use ravens to cast simple spells, such as the Glowing Light spell, or the Glowing Light spell, which is the exact opposite of the Glowing Light spell, and can dim the surrounding light to make it dark.

The reason why only simple spells can be cast is because it involves another important factor that makes this magic mechanism work—the consumption of magic power.

One point that needs to be corrected is that at the moment the ritual was successful, I only gained the ability to connect with the senses of the wooden raven. To receive those senses anytime and anywhere, I needed to constantly consume my own magic power.

Casting spells using ravens consumes many times more magic power.

Although I haven't actually tested it yet, I estimate that the magic power consumed by receiving the raven's perception will increase as the raven gets further away from me.

So although theoretically I can see thousands of miles away by relying on the raven wood carving, in reality, based on my own magical abilities, the range of raven activity I can control for a long time is about a hundred miles around myself.

For an ordinary wizard, this number would drop to around ten miles.

Therefore, this magic still has a lot of room for improvement.

The next challenges to be addressed are resolving the pain associated with drawing blood from the heart's tip and the raven's limited range of motion over long distances.

He stopped talking, opened the left drawer of the desk, and inside were rows of parchment scrolls arranged vertically.

The parchment that had just been recorded automatically rolled up and flew into the drawer.

He closed the drawer, walked to the dining table, rang the bell, and began to eat his dinner.

After dinner, Lynch sat in front of the fireplace and read for a while before turning off the fireplace and returning to his bedroom on the second floor.

Without lighting a candle, he stood by the window in the darkness, his gaze piercing through the blackness of the Forbidden Forest to the southeast. Although he could see nothing, he stared in that direction for a long time.

Lynch muttered to himself, "Now, I'm ready. Are you?"

After a while, he looked away, changed into his pajamas, and went to bed to rest.

......

Just as Lynch was falling asleep in bed, in the romantic city of France, which faces Great Britain across the sea, a figure shrouded in a black robe was walking through a dark alley.

A shrill voice rang out from the man in black robes: "Fool! You failed...you let him get away!"

Another voice replied tremulously, "Master, he was on guard; someone warned him... but we already know where he hid it!"

"Shut up!" a shrill voice snapped. "Now we're back in London, and this time we have to get it!"

......

Meanwhile, on a huge rock by the English Channel, in a shabby little cabin, Harry Potter tossed and turned on the floor wrapped in a thin blanket, trying to get a more comfortable sleep.

But he didn't know that dozens of miles away in the sky, a giant named Hagrid was flying towards him on a giant motorcycle.

He remained lying on the floor, staring at Dudley's luminous watch face, anticipating the ticking of his birthday as it drew ever closer.

Three—two—one—

boom!

With a loud crash, the entire cabin shook violently. Harry sat up and saw a giant burst through the door.