"Where is this?"

Kyle raised his head in confusion and looked at the corridor in front of him.

It's a bit like a castle, but it's completely different from the one in his memory. At least the castle in his memory doesn't look so... new?

It's as if everything in front of you has been washed with water and then coated with a layer of wax. Everything you see in front of you is more than a little brighter.

Let's put it this way, it's like comparing Sirius's fancy new car with Mr. Weasley's nine-hand old Ford. The difference is clear at a glance.

Moreover, even the position of the picture frames on the wall has changed. Every picture is new. Even the gold paint on the corners has not changed color, and it is dazzling under the sunlight.

Kyle was certain that this was definitely not the Hogwarts Castle he remembered.

But didn't he just take one step?

"Come with me?" Ravenclaw's voice came to my ears.

It's not the kind of voice that appears directly in your head, but something that really exists.

As soon as Kyle turned his head, he saw a tall witch standing next to him.

The witch's face was cold and calm, exactly like the Rowena Ravenclaw he had seen in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Where is this?" Kyle asked again, and an idea suddenly came to his mind, "It couldn't be Hogwarts from a thousand years ago."

"No, this is the place you want." Ravenclaw said.

"The Room of Requirement?"

"Is that what you call it?" Ravenclaw said calmly: "This is what I left behind. It can be regarded as Ravenclaw's secret room.

"And its particularity is that it can simulate a certain environment in my memory. So strictly speaking, you are still in school."

"It's incredible." Kyle touched the guardrail next to him, and it felt like it was real.

No, it should be said that it is real, another Hogwarts recreated in the Room of Requirement.

"But wasn't I on the second floor just now?"

"It's just a little trick, come with me."

Ravenclaw walked straight forward, and Kyle quickly followed behind.

Along the way, he discovered that he was not the only one here. There were many students walking around in the castle. They seemed to be conscious and would say hello to Ravenclaw when passing by.

It wasn't until Kyle watched his hand pass through a person that he was sure that these were all fake.

This feeling is like entering a huge pensieve, both true and false, very strange.

Kyle even saw Godric Gryffindor, who was wearing a red cloak and teaching students how to practice swordsmanship in a certain classroom, and what he held in his hand was the silver elf sword.

"This is your tutoring place." Ravenclaw said, "You can audit all the classes here...

"In addition, in terms of content, I have made corresponding modifications and translated it to a level that you can understand. The only restriction is that you cannot ask questions and can only listen. As for how much you can understand, it is up to you."

Kyle's eyes lit up and he immediately approached the door of the nearest classroom, which was the classroom where Gryffindor was located.

At this time, Gryffindor had defeated three students in a row. He proudly put three belt-like cloth ropes on the tip of his sword and waved them, full of the showoff and provocation of a winner.

The three defeated students were standing nearby holding on to their pants with shame and anger on their faces.

"Hey, Rowena." Gryffindor shouted excitedly towards the door: "Look at me..."

Ravenclaw returned and waved his hand expressionlessly, as if wiping off a piece of dirt on the table... Then everyone in the classroom disappeared, and so did Godric Gryffindor.

"You don't need to learn this." She was silent for a moment before continuing: "Swordsmanship only plays a supporting role for a wizard. Even Godric himself uses the wand more often.

When victory is certain, he will draw his sword."

"Well, I don't think it's necessary to learn this either." Kyle nodded in agreement and walked towards the next classroom without looking back.

In this classroom is a completely unfamiliar professor, with a stooped body and a bald head, looking like Old Tom from the Leaky Cauldron.

But they are certainly not the same person.

The other person was probably teaching a magic class. After listening to it for a while, Kyle felt dizzy.

Because the spell classes here were completely different from what he was familiar with. They all needed the assistance of magic words instead of reciting spells.

As for the content, it's also quite different. It's not that it's very powerful, it's just that Kyle has never heard of those curses.

He listened for twenty minutes, then frowned and began to hesitate whether to leave.

Just when Kyle was confused, the voice of the old wizard on the stage changed, and the unfamiliar spell suddenly turned into the ice-making spell he was familiar with.

Kyle blinked and copied what Ravenclaw said about "translation". Does it have such a meaning?

But after talking about it, Kyle was quite happy.

Ancient magic spells... Although they sound very stylish, they are all magic spells selected based on the general environment at that time, and they are really not suitable for the era in which he lived.

Including the "Vulcan Clears the Way" that Kyle learned, it was actually improved by Dumbledore, and the effect of the original version may be even more exaggerated.

Take the untranslated curse just now.

The freezing spell, used in conjunction with the magic text, can freeze all creatures within a mile within one second, turning them into ice sculptures.

It sounds very powerful... but the problem is that it doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. After all, this is not playing a game, but really changing the environment.

When the old professor was demonstrating, his whole body was covered with a layer of hard white frost, just like the rabbit in front of him.

It wasn't until a magic text suddenly lit up on his body that the white frost melted again.

Kyle had read about this in a book... Carving magic symbols on one's body was the most popular method in the wizarding world a thousand years ago.

This method can make the power of the spell more powerful and turn itself into another form of spell to avoid being affected by this situation.

But no matter which book, the dangers of this method are marked.

Because the magic symbols engraved on the body will fade...or should we say that they fade away? In short, such a delicate thing, even if it is just one corner missing, or a little fatter, will make the symbols drawn on the body weak.

If it is opened, it may become the completely opposite meaning.

At that time, it will be difficult to say whether those magic texts are still "protecting".

If you are lucky, it may be due to magic conflict, and you can just lie down for a few months. If you are not lucky... it may explode on the spot.

To put it bluntly, this is dancing on a tightrope.

At the same time, this is also the reason why magic spells were quickly replaced by magic spells. Although it lacks in power, it is safe enough, and if used well, it may not be inferior to magic spells.

Like rewinding a movie, when the freezing spell turned into an ice-making spell, everything in the classroom began to go backwards quickly, and soon it became what it was like when Kyle first entered.

"Tom," the old professor said in a hoarse voice: "Although this kind of magic spell has a general effect, it can also play an important role at critical moments when combined with vigilance magic words."

"Remember, magic text is always faster than sight, and more importantly, it has no blind spots." At this point, the old professor slowly raised his head, as if he was telling Kyle specifically.

…

Each class here is about an hour.

After finishing one class, Kyle immediately came to another classroom.

I don't know whether it's because of the size limit or it's just the way it is, but the classrooms here are all together, and there's no need to go up or downstairs. It's just a two-step walk outside, which saves a lot of time.

Later, Kyle took another transfiguration class and became a witch.

To be honest, Kyle felt that she was not as good as Professor McGonagall because her transformation skills were all directed at herself, such as giving herself a tiger's head and bear's arms.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems to have been popular at that time...

What interests Kyle the most is actually the magic text class.

Different from the ancient rune class he had attended, which had only a dozen people in a grade, the magic script and symbols here were compulsory courses, everyone had to take them, and the largest classroom was used.

All students sit together at one time, there are almost thirty people...

"When you use the magic text, you must not memorize it by rote. You must think carefully about what it means here and why it cannot be replaced with other similar magic words."

An unsmiling wizard stood at the front and said loudly: "When you truly understand the meaning of the person who wrote this magic formula, then when you use it again, you will be very comfortable and don't need to think at all.

"

Inexplicably, Kyle always had a very familiar feeling, but he couldn't tell where it was familiar, so Kyle quickly gave up and listened intently to the class with the others.

Until an hour later, the classroom door suddenly opened.

Kyle, who had experienced it twice, knew that get out of class was over.

Just when Kyle was about to leave and go to the next classroom, everyone disappeared out of thin air.

Ravenclaw walked in from outside.

"How?" she asked.

"It's been a great harvest," Kyle said.

This completely different teaching system made him feel very fresh.

"Yes, it seems you can keep up." Ravenclaw said, "But today's class is over."

She pointed outside the window, and Kyle realized that it was getting dark at some point.

"Can I stay a little longer?" Kyle asked. "The house elves in the kitchen should be able to deliver food to the Room of Requirement."
To be continued...