Ravenclaw's Library

"Oh, honestly, those two just lost a total of nine points! And Slytherin has already gained fifteen." Hermione complained while clutching her textbooks, especially after Snape added from the side: "Malfoy, a decent potion. It seems you have learned well. However, because of Potter, you made some mistakes, so Slytherin gains three points—for being able to produce such an excellent potion even under Potter's influence..."

Well, Hermione was even angrier now. Just a moment ago, because she was worried about Neville, she hadn't added the slugs in time, and she hadn't gained a single point.

She stormed out of the Potions classroom, not even glancing at Brie, nor following the other little lions, appearing somewhat lonely.

A young girl with a strong sense of pride...

Of course, Brie wasn't belittling Hermione; he just felt that Hermione's temper would cause her to suffer, because Brie also had pride, and it was no less than anyone else's, but he knew how to protect himself and when to strike back at the right moment.

"Hi, little viper!"

Whose voice was that?

Brie calmly parted ways with Millicent.

"I'm planning to go to the tower to look at the scenery in a bit, so I'll be heading off. You should review more when you get back; it's clear you have a talent for Potions, Millicent."

Millicent blushed and said, "Okay, then goodbye, Brie."

Brie watched the little snakes disperse and turned to walk in the other direction.

Oh, it was them.

Brie had thought the Weasley twins had already been expelled.

"Oh, don't give us that look, little cutie, we have just endured the most brutal detention." George clutched his chest, acting comically miserable: "Professor McGonagall actually had time to personally supervise detention these past few days."

Fred, on the other side, also pretended to be heartbroken: "Oh, we even had to eat at designated times."

George and Fred looked at each other, then said: "Luckily, she's been busy again recently, so she handed us over to Filch, that old man who is even more pitiful than us."

"Hahaha, so we came to find you as soon as we knew you had Potions class."

Brie looked at the two of them clowning around helplessly, then took a cloth bag out of his satchel and said: "Here, take them quickly before I throw them away; they're taking up space in my bag."

Fred took the cloth bag and smiled.

"Oh, good, obedient little snake, then..."

George continued: "Then we will keep our promise. How about next Monday? We have to make the thing first before we can make Peeves listen."

"Hmm, I think the afternoon would be best. I'll be reading in the library then, and Slytherin will likely be having afternoon tea."

Brie wasn't the least bit curious about what kind of mischief Peeves would get up to, because in the few days he had been here, he had already heard of the "glorious deeds" of this ghost-like fellow, who gave Filch even more headaches than the Weasley twins.

Fred's eyes lit up: "Oh, of course, that's useful information... then."

The two said in unison: "See you later, we have to go comfort our little Ronnie, a brother who just had points deducted by Snape."

Brie shrugged, checked that no one around had overheard their conversation, and headed toward Ravenclaw. Brie was indeed planning to go to the tower; he had no classes this afternoon, and since it was Friday and the weekend was for resting, he wouldn't waste such time.

Because when Cho Chang came to find him the day before yesterday, he had already learned a rule of Ravenclaw: anyone could enter the Ravenclaw common room as long as they could answer the question posed by the eagle-shaped knocker. Moreover, inside the common room, there was a small library exclusive to Ravenclaw, and Brie intended to take a look.

Hogwarts Castle had nine floors in total—one underground and the other eight forming the main body. Above the main body were many towers of various sizes, among which the Ravenclaw Tower and the Gryffindor Tower were the two largest. The entrance to the Ravenclaw common room was on the eighth floor.

When Brie arrived at the eighth floor, following the location Cho Chang had given him, he quickly found a door with a bronze eagle-shaped knocker.

The eagle eyed him, not playing dead just because of the silver and green robes he wore.

"Is this world fair?"

Brie was stunned. Was this a philosophy question?

After pondering for a moment, Brie answered according to his own thoughts: "Under nature, everything is fair."

The knocker stared at Brie, then said: "Indeed, you are correct."

Clang. The door opened, and a little snake intruded upon the flock of eagles.

"That's... Breeze Order. He answered the question correctly."

"That's not surprising at all, is it? He's very impressive in class. Perhaps he should have been in Ravenclaw; I often see him in the library."

The little eagles were chattering away, expressing their opinions, while on the other side, Cho Chang had already stood up and walked over to Brie: "Welcome, Brie. I knew you would come once I told you Ravenclaw had a library."

Brie smiled warmly: "Yes, it's a huge temptation. It just so happens I have no classes for the rest of the day, so I can focus on studying extracurricular knowledge."

"Of course, Ravenclaw welcomes anyone who loves to learn."

The Ravenclaw common room soon returned to its peaceful state. Cho Chang led Brie to the library and said: "Sorry, I have to go to the Quidditch pitch this afternoon. I need to practice because I want to compete for the Seeker position, so I can't accompany you. But I believe you'll adapt well here; Ravenclaw is incredibly quiet."

"Of course, see you then."

Brie didn't know much about wizarding Quidditch; perhaps it could be thought of as something like Muggle soccer.

After seeing Cho Chang off, Brie began to look for a book on spells, but unexpectedly spotted a book titled Ancient Magic.

"Damaged. It looks like it's been flipped through by many people, but the later parts are relatively new. Is it because they were disappointed in the book?"

Brie curiously took this book and Analysis of Common Spells and sat in a corner of the common room. The breeze here was very comfortable, and the Ravenclaw students were all very quiet, which put Brie in a good mood and made his mind much clearer.

Although Slytherin was just as quiet, the gloomy environment always made Brie feel a bit stifled. He had always felt he wasn't a "traditional" little snake and found it hard to adapt to Slytherin, even though he had tried his best.

However, what Brie didn't know was that he would never be a little eagle either. Why did he study? He wasn't sure himself. Perhaps it was for a sense of security, and the source of security was power, influence, and respect.

This was also why Brie liked earning house points. Furthermore, the process of gaining glory was quite pleasant, and the feeling that everyone was forced to acknowledge him made him somewhat intoxicated...

No, Breeze Order. Pursuing glory is fine, but you must not fall into the trap of glory and become its slave. Many people have gone mad this way. You must remain vigilant against everything.

Breeze couldn't help but focus and warn himself, for he understood that at any stage, reason was his most resilient strength.

"But... why does Ravenclaw pursue knowledge?"

Slytherin pursues glory, Ravenclaw pursues wisdom, Gryffindor is fearless, and Hufflepuff is upright...

As Breeze flipped through the books, time slowly slipped away. He seemed to have forgotten that he hadn't eaten lunch, for the books in his hands were truly mesmerizing.

Breeze looked at the Ancient Magic he had finished reading, feeling a bit unsatisfied, but there were no more. All the knowledge points from the book were now in his mind, but to avoid forgetting them, Breeze took out the diary from his satchel, hurriedly flipped to a page, and began to organize this knowledge.

"Ancient magic is all derived from nature, but as time passed, it no longer reveals itself to wizards. Perhaps only those 'pure' beings can catch a glimpse, but no one can control them anymore, let alone what is written on the page..."

"Nature... Ancient Magic?"

Breeze saw the introduction in the book: nature gave birth to magic, and magic created nature. The book recorded things similar to Breeze's special powers, such as natural affinity and a healthy physique. Of course, the word "pure" did not fit Breeze, so the "pure" here was not simple.

Moreover, the book mentioned a key term—meditation.

Meditation is a way to perceive nature, and Breeze had never meditated before.

The power mentioned in the book... Breeze felt tempted. He urgently needed to try it, but he didn't know if there was any danger.

Putting down his quill, Breeze returned the two books to their original places. Watching the sunlight gradually fade outside the window and feeling the breeze, he decided to find a secluded place.

"Thank you for the hospitality, see you next time." Breeze politely bid farewell to the Ravenclaws and left their common room. Many senior Ravenclaws didn't look up, continuing to immerse themselves in the sea of learning, while some lower-year students, especially the first-year eagles, waved goodbye to Breeze happily.

After Breeze left, they began to discuss him.

"He is really good-looking, but it's too easy to overlook him."

"Mm-hmm, but he is very smart and makes people feel comfortable just looking at him. I didn't read much text just now; I was secretly watching him." This was a first-year girl.

"Oh, you were also peeking during Herbology class. You aren't very Ravenclaw at all; how can you be attracted by beauty and lose your wisdom?"

Some seniors looked up, exchanged smiles, and didn't say anything more.

Breeze didn't rush to eat; instead, he began to take advantage of the time to explore the towers. He wanted to find a good place to experiment with his findings, as this was very important to him.

After searching for a while, Breeze discovered something special behind a hidden corridor.

"A painting, but there is wind blowing through it."

Breeze's sensory ability was very strong, especially regarding the flow of wind. He gently stroked the huge portrait in front of him, looking at the lush trees depicted on it, and said, "If you have a spirit, please let my wish come true."

Sorry, the portrait had no spirit, but Breeze still followed the guidance of the wind and took out his wand.

"Alohomora!"

It didn't work?

No, there was a slight movement; Breeze could feel it wasn't an illusion.

"It's this brick. There was a flow of magic just now. Could it be the same as Diagon Alley?"