Finally, the semester was over, and the little wizards lined up to take the train home. For a while, Hogwarts was mostly empty.

The silence, like a morning after a heavy snowfall, completely enveloped the entire castle.

Felix walked in the castle and occasionally met a little wizard, but he did not feel dull at all, but felt very peaceful.

He chose a remote place near the frozen Black Lake, used magic to conjure a rocking chair, and lay down comfortably. He snapped his fingers lightly, and a bright blue flame floated above his head.

Felix took out a book from the ring and read it with interest.

In his hand was "Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2)", which was later compiled by Rowena Ravenclaw. The information left by the descendants was divided into twelve volumes according to different categories.

The second volume is Ravenclaw's daily essays, which do not involve specific magical knowledge. In his eyes, it is full of long paragraphs of foggy, poetic nonsense.

Pick a paragraph at random-

the stone turned into a bird, chirping. Crossing the mountains and lakes, it brought back the daisies on the red plain.

Felix: "..." It was difficult to understand the state of mind of Ms. Ravenclaw at that time.

Felix just assumed that Ravenclaw had received aristocratic education when she was young, and had a family background and a special preference for poetry.

But were there any famous poets in that era?

Felix scratched his head. He knew that the four founders of Hogwarts were active in the Middle Ages, but it seemed that the poems of that period were inseparable from the category of religious hymns.

He continued to read -

the river said to me, Creator, you gave me thoughts, but never gave me a body. One day, I will merge into the ocean.

Felix: "..."

Thinking about it carefully, it is still quite meaningful, at least it reads profoundly.

He did not spend his mind to ponder the subtle meaning of it, but quickly browsed the text above like swallowing it whole. In less than half an hour, he turned to the end.

"Tsk!" Felix smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

Is it not worthy of studying magic if you don't have some literary appreciation ability?

He simply lay down on the chair, looking at the lake covered with ice and snow in the distance, and recalled the knowledge he had gained from the diary in the past few days. With his vision, he could completely tell which part was more useful to him. Although the diary concealed everything from him and even tried to convey wrong information, he was still facing a reserve Dark Lord who had not yet left school and was still very immature in all aspects.

In this regard, Voldemort was somewhat similar to himself in the past. They both used "external forces" to forcibly improve their single subject abilities, thus reaching a level far beyond their peers.

But when it comes to understanding and comprehension of magic, they are still too shallow.

If you have not reached a certain height, you will not have the corresponding experience.

Felix felt sympathetic. Most wizards spent their entire lives learning other people's magic without any improvement. It's not that they don't want to, but that they can't.

"Wait, I think I've thought of something." Felix sat up suddenly, "Birds, rivers, creators, magic, consciousness..."

Felix quickly opened the Ravenclaw Manuscript (Volume 2) and turned to one of the pages. He looked at the familiar words on it -

"The stone turned into a bird, chirping. It crossed the mountains and lakes and brought back daisies on the red plain."

If this poem is regarded as a true record of Ravenclaw's own experience, does it make sense?

The first sentence is undoubtedly Transfiguration. Maybe Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw was in a good mood one day and turned a stone into a beautiful bird.

What does the second sentence say?

Ravenclaw used magic to control it to make a sound? Felix shook his head and connected it to the content of the next two sentences. This legendary bird obviously flew a long distance and brought back a daisy.

This is not something that Transfiguration can do.

Perhaps, it was Ravenclaw who gave it some "qualities", like life, soul or something similar, so that it still maintained a certain degree of autonomy after leaving the range of the spell.

He suddenly remembered part of the conversation between him and the Sorting Hat that day -

"Sorting Hat, do you remember how you were born?" Felix asked it in his mind.

"Of course, oh, I am impressed by this." It said cleverly, and then the dirty and tattered hat sang in his consciousness.

"That was more than a thousand years ago, and

I had just been woven.

There were four famous wizards who

vowed to cultivate young wizards.

These four great wizards

valued talents in different ways.

It was Gryffindor who came up with a solution -

he took me off his head.

The four giants all injected their thoughts into me, and

from then on I was the one who selected and evaluated them!"

...

After the Sorting Hat acquired the thoughts of the four giants, it almost became an independent life individual.

How similar is it to the bird that flew over mountains and lakes and brought back a daisy flower!

What is the key here? It is autonomy. They all showed strong autonomy, just like real life. Even out of the range of magic, they can still make their own decisions and complete complex behaviors.

How to achieve this autonomy through magic?

Excluding the areas of "life" and "soul" that he could not touch at all, Felix quickly thought of a way he could achieve it - injecting memory.

He happened to get this part of knowledge from the diary.

Felix waved his wand and let a palm-sized pebble fly in front of him. Then he gently tapped the wand on the stone, and the stone quickly turned into a delicate and small swift.

But if you look closely, you will find that the eyes of this swift are very dull, like a puppet, and every move needs the guidance of the wand.

Next, Felix simulated a short memory of "swift" in his mind. He touched his forehead with the wand and pulled out a silver, shimmering filament.

Felix integrated this false memory into the swift's body, and relied on the knowledge given to him by the diary to combine the two.

He simplified this step as much as possible, just to verify his thoughts.

Under his gaze, the swift's eyes became very smart. Without his control, it flapped its wings and staggered into flight.

But the next second, it fell headlong into the snow, leaving only its two legs twitching constantly.

Felix pulled it out, and the swift hopped and trudged through the snow. The way it walked looked like a sparrow foraging in the snow - this was because the memory he constructed was too poor.

But he stared at the little guy in front of him.

After about two or three minutes, wisps of silver mist emanated from the swift's body - the fictitious memory dissipated.

It returned to its dull state.

Felix waved his wand and turned it back into a pebble, and fell into deep thought.