Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 1668: Ravenclaw Castle

‘Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure!’

Almost everyone hopes to become smarter, but Lady Ravenclaw believed that too much wisdom could be a burden.

Unfortunately, apart from Rowena Ravenclaw, no one throughout history has had the opportunity to truly experience that burden. After all, most people feel they are not smart enough, can’t study well, get low test scores, can’t make money, can’t find a girlfriend, are slow to react, and are easily deceived.

The world is so harsh, and it is always so unkind to those who aren’t smart.

Evan had never heard of anyone complaining about being too smart.

Even those considered very smart by ordinary standards were often troubled by the limits of their wisdom when facing higher-level challenges. Like Evan, he could breeze through every class at Hogwarts and master whatever spells and knowledge the professors taught, yet he often couldn’t understand the ancient, profound books in the Restricted Section; he couldn’t grasp the principles behind the magic recorded in them. He could only read them again and again, hoping to make up for the gap in intellect through hard work.

However, under the crushing power of intellect, such efforts were mostly futile.

If you had the chance to increase your wisdom, but the price was sacrificing all your emotions and physical sensations, would you refuse?

For anyone who had never endured that pain, most would likely not refuse.

Ravenclaw’s diadem could enhance wisdom, granting the wearer the wisdom once possessed by Rowena Ravenclaw, while also allowing them to feel the suffering she endured. The power within this diadem was both a divine blessing and a curse, and now Evan had obtained it.

Bathed in the blue radiance, he felt his thoughts grow astonishingly clear. He had never been so intelligent; no problem could perplex him anymore. Many things he had failed to understand before now seemed to make perfect sense. As long as he chose to think, nothing would remain a problem.

Evan’s brain cells became increasingly active; it was a feeling of control, as if everything in the world was under his grasp — not through great power, but through absolute wisdom.

With all emotions vanishing, he felt he was no longer human.

The sensation was so strange and wonderful that Evan began to feel excited, thinking that even losing all his emotions wouldn’t matter.

But soon, not only all emotions, but even sensation began to disappear from his body.

He could feel nothing; he was about to cast off his body, break free from its cage, and become a supreme god.

However, such a god was not quite what he had imagined, and everything seemed utterly to lose its flavor.

Evan entered this state, the gems on his diadem shone even brighter, and the chill emanating from it grew stronger, but he felt nothing. All that remained was wisdom, a painful wisdom, and this was not the limit of wisdom the diadem could add; Evan’s perception was still rapidly increasing.

If anyone else had been there, they would have seen the blue radiance finally transform into a flame, burning quietly.

Within the blue flame, Ravenclaw’s Diadem began to melt, and Evan’s body began to change, like an Animagus transformation.

Before he could even process it, he was controlled and moved by a mysterious force.

Evan found himself rising further and further from the ground; he had transformed into a raven once more, just as Lady Ravenclaw’s spell had transformed him before.

He flapped his wings and soared into the night sky.

Now, the darkness could no longer confine Evan; the endless night had finally come to an end.   

Blue light replaced the darkness as the dominant hue. Evan could clearly see the ancient ruins scattered across the ground below. The raven, formed from light and shadow, sped forward as the landscape swept rapidly past beneath him.

Evan didn’t know where he was going, but the diadem on his head knew. Something was calling to it, stronger and stronger with each passing moment.

Below him, more and more ruins spread across the land. Evan had reached the very heart of the Land of Death.

A thousand years ago, this had once been a gathering place for wizards; now only broken walls and ruins remained to tell the story of the past.

Some shadows flickered among the ruins — the Dark wizards of Raven’s Claw.

As his perception expanded, Evan could see more and more.

Reality and illusion began to intertwine; in the pale blue light, the ruins converged to the north.

They grew denser, eventually forming a town.

Evan also saw the traces of a dried-up lake; further north of the town, there was a huge, irregular circle.

Inside that circle had once been the lake; the soil there was a different color, seemingly more severely eroded.

Evan, transformed into a raven, continued flying forward. Through the night, he saw the outline of a massive castle.

It was at the northernmost part of the town, near what had once been the lakeshore.

That was the Ravenclaw family’s castle!

Even from afar, it looked far more exquisite than Hogwarts Castle, built in an entirely different style.

Hogwarts Castle was more like a military fortress, originally built by the Slytherin family in preparation for possible future wars. The Ravenclaw family’s castle, by contrast, resembled a magnificent estate of a Muggle noble, only larger, with softer architectural lines and far more refined craftsmanship.

Of course, the fortress had long since fallen into decay; those once-beautiful embellishments only made it appear more eerie and uncanny.

The blue light and shadows increased, the real world rapidly fading away, and illusion becoming the dominant theme in Evan’s eyes.

He had initially thought he would fly straight to the castle; Evan could feel another force inside it calling to him, a force that reacted with Ravenclaw’s Diadem, the source of all these changes. Perhaps Lady Ravenclaw had left something there, but soon Evan began to descend.

How strange!

He landed on the edge of the town, his destination.

Evan saw the same great tree he had seen before, a dead tree, the only plant he had found in the Land of Death, or more accurately, a specimen of that towering tree, covered with the corpses of black ravens, densely packed and eerily unsettling.

The tree seemed to be a symbol of Dark power; the aura of death around it grew exceptionally strong.

The brilliance emanating from the gem on Ravenclaw’s Diadem intensified, and soon, in Evan’s eyes, the tree itself began to blur and fade.

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