In 1476, a Muggle scholar from Florence wrote the following in a paper.
The goddess of wisdom was born from the crown of her creator, Jupiter. She warned her admirers that if they truly wished to possess forever what they loved, they should always seek the highest point of things rather than the lowest; the descendants of the gods sent down from the heavens often visited the towering castle she had built. Step by step, ascending the ladder to heaven, we would finally understand what beauty was.
But this time, they did not go to Ravenclaw Tower. Flitwick came to the History of Magic classroom for the meeting, already wearing his cloak as if he was about to reinforce the school's defensive magic.
"So you think that stone was enchanted by some Dark magic object brought in from outside the school?" Flitwick asked.
"That's right," Ruse said. "And we believe its purpose is more than just causing a little trouble. It wants to turn this school into a Dementor breeding ground."
Flitwick looked at Ruse in astonishment, then at Pomona and Severus.
"I think he's right," Pomona said with her head lowered.
"And you? Do you think so too?" Flitwick asked Severus, who retained his usual stiff expression.
"What is your basis for this?" Flitwick turned to Ruse.
"We believe Ekrizdis, the creator of Azkaban, left behind a method for creating Dementors. The Ministry of Magic is not the only one that possesses this technique—at the end of the fifties, Dementors were bred in great numbers, and others may have possessed this technique as well." Ruse paused. "What do you think of Isidora Morgana's magic that could remove human pain?"
Flitwick froze for a moment, then fell into thought.
"He's much better than you," Severus said to Flitwick.
"Shut up,"