Chapter 490 Helena's Anchor

The bells of the new semester seemed to be more urgent. The fifth-year students were as busy as bees, shuttling between classrooms, listening to the professors' detailed explanations of the importance and challenges of the OWLs exam.

Professor Binns spoke about the war between wizards and giants in his usual flat tone, without any emotion: "Mountain giants, these ancient creatures, were once the native inhabitants of the English Isles."

"As wizards sailed from Foldel to the English Isles, they found themselves facing the threat of giants' lives at all times."

Harry Potter sat in the back row of the classroom, frowning slightly. In his mind, giants should be loyal and warm like Hagrid. However, the giants that Professor Binns read out were far from the image in his mind, and were barbaric and rude.

"The giants are cruel and merciless even to their own kind. They gathered together and attacked wizards who expressed friendly feelings. The first group of wizard settlements suffered a heavy blow, and they destroyed everything with boulders."

"In the first hundred years, hundreds of wizards died because of giants." Professor Binns' voice remained unchanged, and he narrated coldly and calmly: "When the wizards decided to establish the Ministry of Magic on this land, the leader of the giants started a decisive battle."

"It was a cruel and ruthless war. The giants caused the death of a large number of wizards and were also driven back to the valleys and forests by wizard magic. After the first war, they gave up their southern territory and moved to the north..."

Professor Binns talked incessantly, completely ignoring the students who lowered their heads one by one and fell on the verge of falling asleep.

In this class that does not require magic practice, he only needs students to keep quiet.

In this long hour and a half, he mechanically narrated how giants gradually disappeared from the history of the British wizarding world. There was no emotional fluctuation in his voice, as if he was telling an instruction manual.

Roger wrote down the key points in his notebook from time to time, adding details that were missing from the textbook. He recorded the initial unfavorable situation of the wizards who came from the west in the era of Charlemagne, and how they gradually organized themselves to force the giants back into the depths of the forests and mountains.

Objectively speaking, the British magic world is actually an uninvited invader. As the indigenous people of this land, the giants lost their homes in a series of wars. They were slaughtered, expelled, and eventually kept in captivity in the mountains by wizards, waiting to slowly become extinct.

"This is civilization." Roger wrote his profound insights in the last part of the notes, "It has never been civilization that masters technology or magic, but only those who master technology or magic can call themselves civilization."

As a member of the wizards, he is proud of the victory of the wizard ancestors in the war, and he is proud of their courage and wisdom. For those weak people who failed in the torrent of history, he is also willing to generously give a little sympathy.

The victors write history, and the losers are only worthy of being footnotes.

In the center of the magnificent entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic stands a shining pure gold statue, which silently tells the brilliant achievements of wizards.

The most eye-catching image of the wizard in the group sculpture is the image of a wizard. He is tall, noble, and holds his wand high, as if challenging the sky.

Surrounding the wizard are beautiful witches, centaurs, goblins and house elves, all of whom look up at him with great respect.

Roger's feather pen arranged lines of varying lengths on the notebook to sketch the statue. The vigorous and powerful ink lines outline its majesty and power in the simplest way.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, this statue is just the narcissism and self-promotion of wizards, at least centaurs and goblins will never truly worship humans.

However, under the powerful magic, in the victory of one war after another, other magical species as the losers have no choice but to lower their noble heads.

As the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom with a sense of relief. Roger walked towards Professor Binns and asked politely: "Professor, do you think we can win the war against Voldemort this time?"

"Voldemort?" Professor Binns seemed surprised by this question. He was stunned for a moment, as if searching for the name from a distant memory.

"He was more than ten years ago. Isn't the war over?" He fell into deep thought, as if trying to understand Roger's question.

"Please wait a moment." Professor Binns suddenly raised his voice and stopped Roger who was about to leave. "I don't know which race the magic world is fighting with, but history tells me that wizards always win in the end."

"But this time it's a battle between wizards."

"Another civil war?" Professor Binns smiled on his illusory face, as if recalling the distant past, "This reminds me of the noble wars in the Middle Ages. Peasants and tailors may be able to wear knights' armor, but the number of nobles always determines the outcome of the war."

"Although we are wizards, this principle still applies." Professor Binns said, taking out the "General History of Magic Wars" from his clothes and handing it over, "Wizards are nobles in wars, and we are the key to victory or defeat."

He smiled and walked through the wall and left the empty classroom. Roger looked at the illusory book floating in the air in front of him, not knowing how to take it away.

"Helena?" Roger looked around and took out the Ravenclaw crown from the traceless expansion pack after confirming that no one else was present.

Miss Ghost curiously leaned out, like a wishing elf coming out of a drifting bottle, with her legs still in the crown. She looked at the familiar classroom and said softly: "If there is nothing else, I will go back first. If Peeves or the Bloody Baron are caught, it will be very troublesome..."

"Can you help me take this book?" Rogge pointed in front of him, and Helena's eyes immediately lit up, and she took the book in her hand easily.

A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said: "Great, I finally have a new book to read. I have flipped through my collection of books hundreds of times, and I am almost bored to death."

"Can't you go to the library to borrow it?" Rogge asked curiously, "Madame Pince shouldn't be able to stop the ghost, right?"

"Do you think I can pick it up?" Helena rolled her eyes at him and explained, "Just like you can't pick up a ghost's book, I can't pick up a material book."

"Not all ghosts are like Peeves, who can affect the material world. I have repeatedly suspected that it is not a ghost at all, but a part of the entire castle."

Rogge thought to himself and tacitly agreed with her point of view. Peeves is indeed different. It has existed since the founding of Hogwarts.

Unlike those illusory ghosts, it has a physical body, can float through walls, and even interact with the physical world.

"Maybe it was really born with the establishment of Hogwarts." Helena flipped through the new book and put it in her pocket skillfully. "You know, there are ghosts in the house, always secretly moving tables and chairs. The same is true for the castle. Peeves is born to play pranks."

"Maybe you should visit other magic castles. They must have similar existences."

Helena's words reminded Roger of Azkaban, the castle that was once a dark wizard. Its walls were dark and cold, and it was a breeding ground for Dementors.

After Voldemort broke through Azkaban, the Minister of Magic took the opportunity to abolish it, realizing the long-cherished wish of many former ministers. Now, wizards who are found guilty by trial will be escorted to McDonald, Australia by Aurors.

"The ghost who gave you the book is a really good ghost." Helena sighed softly, "For those of us who exist between life and death, all books are part of our memories."

Rogge heard for the first time that the Book of Ghosts was so special, and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "You mean, if Professor Binns gives me this book, he will lose all the knowledge related to it?"

"No, Rogge, this is not the loss of memory, but the loss of the body." Helena corrected with a serious expression, "This is different from the magic of soul reading. It is irreversible and one-time. Just like... like an organ of the body, it is gone when you give it to someone."

"So, Rogge." She paused and looked at him with ill intent, "You must absorb more knowledge while you are still breathing. In this way, when you become a ghost, I can get new knowledge from you."

"Hehe." Rogge sneered and refused without any concern: "Then guess, am I willing to give it to you?"

"Humph, this lady has a lot of means! When that day comes, I will personally press you on the chopping board, layer by layer... just like peeling an onion, and take out all the knowledge in your head."

"Oh, it sounds really creepy." Rogge smiled lightly, not caring about her threat.

Helena's mouth curled up a smug smile, she turned around and returned to the crown. As she found her mother's relics, her obsession gradually dissipated, and even her body flew faintly to the world of death.

Although she was not afraid of death, she did not like that dark, monotonous and boring place. She would rather become a ghost and observe the changes in the magic world as a bystander forever.

To achieve this goal, Helena cleverly planted a secret magic anchor in Roger's body without him noticing.

This is a special ghost magic (more like setting up a new obsession), which lurks quietly and allows Helena to stay in the material world for a long time.

The moment when Roger dies is the moment when the anchor takes effect. Even if he completes all his wishes and has no regrets, he can only stay here as a ghost. As long as Helena has not taken out all the knowledge in his body, she will stay here forever.

Roger was unaware of this weird method. Because it does not exist in Roger's body or soul, but in Helena's heart. He just treated this conversation as a light-hearted joke and hurried to Professor Snape's potion class.

The dungeon classroom was shrouded in darkness as always, and the pot of poison arrow grass from the rainforest on the teacher's desk seemed to be quietly waiting for the arrival of students. This year, Slytherin and Gryffindor were in class at the same time again.

"Quiet." Professor Snape's eyes were as cold as usual. He quickly glanced around the classroom and closed the heavy wooden door.

In fact, there was no need to speak. Just his steady and powerful footsteps could stop all whispers.

"After the sorting ceremony, I still need to remind you that next June, you will face an exam that is crucial to your magic learning career."

"You will have the opportunity to demonstrate your knowledge in potion preparation and use. Although..." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Some people in this class are really slow to react!" His eyes moved away from Neville and finally fell on Harry... Ron next to him.

Perhaps it was an experiment by Professor McGonagall to see if the position of prefect could inspire Weasley's courage and allow him to prove through his grades that he was worthy of the badge on his chest.

But to put it bluntly, Weasley's courage was never too little, but too much. That prefect badge will not bring him any improvement, especially in terms of grades.

"I hope you all can barely pass the OWLs, otherwise... I will be very angry!" Snape threatened almost every word, making the bodies of the students below tense up involuntarily.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes." A relaxed smile appeared on Snape's face, as if he saw the dawn of relief, "I only select the best students. Entering NEWT Potions Class. That means some of you will have to say goodbye."

As he said this, his eyes lingered on Harry Potter's face, and Harry stared back without fear. Harry, like Ron, felt a vicious sense of pleasure surge in his heart. When I thought that this was the last year of Potions class, I almost couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Professor Snape's eyes swept across the class again, and his voice softened a little, but still revealed unquestionable determination: "I think it will be a special pleasure when you say goodbye to them."

However, he still encouraged him in his own way: "Persist for another year, no matter what the final result is, I hope you can do your best."

"According to the lesson plan, today we will prepare a magic potion commonly used in exams: demulcent."

Roger smiled slightly, admiring Mr. Snape's strategy. The so-called palliative is to prepare questions for the OWLs exam. In addition, demulcents have the effect of calming irritability and anxiety, which is perfect for students preparing for exams.

"However, I want to teach you about snake people first." His thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile, with a hint of briskness in his tone. He was obviously proud of the next content: "This is supposed to be your defense against dark magic. Obviously, Lu Ping is not competent.”

He waved his wand gently, and a closed glass cabinet slowly rose from the ground. Several iron bars tightly bound the snake man's limbs, and he fell asleep under the spell of a comatose man.