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A month later, the recruitment of the Quidditch school team began as scheduled. Ferre, who was active, dragged Verne and Darcare to sign up for the screening. He got the position of the goalkeeper as he wished, and Verne, who was just joining in the fun, actually got the position of the goalkeeper.

In fact, Ravenclaw is the least keen on Quidditch's academy. They hardly arranged time to go outdoor drills, but they only occasionally performed tactical rehearsals in the saloon, but this was exactly what Verne said. After all, he was too busy, and he had to work and take into account his studies. He really didn't have time to practice Quidditch again.

The Christmas holiday arrived soon, and Verne refused the Weasleys' intention to go to the Burrow to celebrate the festival and chose to stay in Hogwarts because the holidays were the busiest time in the library. Mrs. Pins had to take advantage of the time when few people came to the library to study and sort out the damaged books in the first half of the semester.

On Christmas Eve, Ravenclaw's public lounge seemed a little empty, and most of the students chose to go home to celebrate the festival. Verne had just finished his library business and leaned alone on the soft sofa, previewing the fifth-grade black magic defense science.

Under the dim light, his eyes were a little sore. After rubbing the corners of his eyes with his hands, he threw the borrowed textbook aside and began to wander aimlessly in the saloon. He first wandered around in the white clouds beside the bookcase, and then went behind the curtain to look at the "Goddess's Death Picture", and tried the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty. After finding that he still had nothing to find, he walked towards the statue of Roina Ravenclaw.

Verne liked this statue of Ravenclaw very much. She always swayed in front of the sculpture when she was bored or tired. Looking at Ravenclaw's beautiful face, she recalled how glorious she was at the beginning.

Afterwards, he sat on the soft chair in front of the statue of Ravenclaw, scanning everything up and down, not even letting go of any wrinkles of his clothes. His eyes were not lustful, only endless intoxication and appreciation. Finally, his eyes were bent on the base of the statue, recalling his past and present lives, and murmured: "Really, extraordinary intelligence is the greatest wealth of mankind?" After a long time, he shook his head and stood up, turning to the original sofa. Suddenly, he found that the wall on the left was a little different...

Verne looked closer and saw ten lines of elegant handwriting engraved on it, emitting light slightly.

"One, extraordinary intelligence is the greatest wealth of mankind." Verne used his unique reading method and then looked at the last line of words, "Ten, forgetting is the greatest wealth of mankind." Verne once heard Professor Flitvi talk about this sentence in a regular academic seminar held in the college. He praised this sentence, believing that this was the wisest sentence Ravenclaw once said, because "forgetting" means giving up, which means relief. At that time, Verne didn't know where Professor Flitvi learned that Ravenclaw had said this passage, but now he finally understood the truth.

But strangely, there is a diagonal marking on this engraved proverb. I don’t know if it is for marking or erasing something.

Then, Verne looked at the line in the middle: "Five, before the most moving treasure, the fairy's promises cannot be believed." At this moment, a light flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something, but he was confused. "Two, it is the most ridiculous thing to deal with the dragon's dung in order to get the dragon dung." Then, just as he was about to continue watching, a playful female voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Congratulations on discovering another secret of Ravenclaw, but bedtime is up, Verne, if I don't go to bed, I will be angry!" Ona said in a false sense of anger. This time she has not returned home for the holiday. According to her, her home is not in the UK. It will take a long time to go back, and it is a waste of energy to go back and forth.

"'Another' discovered a secret of Ravenclaw?" Vernexuan asked with his eyebrows.

"The first one is what you told me last year. My beauty can attract people of different ages. It seems that only you can see this 'secret'!" Ona blinked.

"That means this is indeed a 'secret'." Verne made a tacit look, making Ona coquettish, "You bastard!" After he laughed, he didn't even get the book thrown on the sofa, but just pushed open the door next to the statue and ran up the stairs of the men's dormitory.

"Ona, I'll ask you one last question. Just recite the words on the base silently, will these proverbs appear?"

"No, you have to be suspicious of this. The students of Ravenclaw cannot trust any of the rules, even if the slogan is Ravenclaw." Ona shouted, and until she heard the sound of closing the door, she smiled and walked towards the sofa where Verne was sitting before, and cast a paste spell at the black magic defense textbook above.

The Christmas holiday passed in the blink of an eye. In the next semester, Verne became more and more busy due to working and final exams, not to mention preparing for the n.e..e.w.ts test, Ona and Quirinas were about to graduate and left Hogwarts to go their separate ways. Because they were familiar with each other because they were both seniors, they invited Verne to chat under the beech tree by the lake a few days before the end of the semester.

The three of them shared the desserts happily, without adding bitterness to the upcoming separation. After chatting around the world for a long time, they finally talked about their future plans and ambitions.

"Qui, Quiriras, what are you going to do next?" Verne asked vaguely, as he was busy stuffing a whole piece of cream pie into his mouth.

"I want to go to Muggle school to continue studying..." Seeing Oona feeding Verne with tea, Quirinas was quite envious. "In the future, I want to return to Hogwarts again and serve as a professor of Muggle Studies, starting from the younger generation to eliminate the hatred between the wizard and the Muggle."

"What a great ambition!" Ona praised.

"Are you a professor of Muggle Studies?" Verne looked at Quirinas strangely. He knew that this friend would face failure in the future and would not successfully apply for this position, because although he did not remember the name of the Muggle Studies professor who was tragically tortured, he was still very sure that he was not a name. "It would be good, at least it means that he would not have a 'destined' death disaster. It would not be too late to be a professor of this subject in the future when Voldemort dies." He thought to himself.

"Ona, thank you for your praise, what about you?" Quirinas asked.

"I, I have to go back and help manage the family's business..." Ona's expression was a little helpless, "Although my brother is very business-oriented, he is still young, and these responsibilities fall on me. Alas, if you don't talk about these disappointing people, Quirinas, maybe my brother will teach you in the future. I hope you can "discipline strictly" then!" She stuck out her tongue and smiled.

"Haha, it seems that you have a deep grudge against him." Verne quipped.

Ona complained, "Of course! He just turned three years old and would 'change' the old toy broom to a pure new one with his friend, which made me scolded by the other party's wizard parents. It was so embarrassing... Oh, by the way, Verne, what about you? What are your plans in the future?"

"I? You asked too early!" Verne said, pointing to his nose.

"You're not too late. The third-grade course selection will affect your future!" Ona said exaggeratedly.

"Oh, since you are talking about this, please let the two senior sisters clear the fog for me and give me some instructions."

"What you said makes me think that 'Divine' must be suitable for you." Ona said maliciously, "Dear Little Verne, Professor Trelawney will love you well."

"Love me? I'm cursing me to death!" Verne, who is familiar with the novel plot, naturally would not fall into the trap.

"You actually know, it's a pity..." Ona shook her head regretfully, and at this time Quirinas also interrupted: "It's a pity that such an interesting subject, 'Divineology', was destroyed by this new professor. Verne, I suggest you choose 'Protection of Magical Biology' and 'Ancient Magical Art Research'. As for 'Muggle Research', I think you don't have to take the elective, unless you are curious about the perspective of the wizard looking at Muggle." Speaking of this, Quirinas frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with the class.

Ona also recommended: "You can also try 'Arithmetic Divination'. Although it is not very useful, it is very interesting."

Verne smiled and thanked him, and turned the topic elsewhere. It was not until the sky was dark that the three of them reluctantly returned to the castle. After Quirinas left, Ona suddenly looked back and looked away for a moment, sighing: "I will miss this beech..." At this time, her eyes looked a little crystal clear, "Verne, I'm very happy to know you." Suddenly, she bent down, kissed Verne's forehead, and then ran away quickly.

While Verne was stroking his forehead and Zheng Zheng was stunned, he heard an exaggerated scream: "Wow! Look at what I see, the beautiful female chief kissed you! Verne, was Camitchell confessing to you just now?"

Seeing Ferrey's strange smile, Verne suddenly stopped getting angry. He suddenly covered the other party's mouth, pretended to beat Ferrey's belly, and shouted: "So what if Ona kisses me? Are you jealous? You dare to disturb me aftertaste. See if I don't teach you a lesson!" He pretended to bend his knees, kicked and kicked, "Are you admitting your mistakes, do you admit your mistakes..."

"Mmmmm..." Feire, whose mouth was covered, wanted to laugh but couldn't breathe, and his face turned red. Dacari, not far away, saw this and hurried to rescue him, grabbed Verne's wrist, which finally gave Feire a chance to breathe.

"Ha...ha..." Feray let out a burst of voice, not knowing whether it was a laugh or an exhalation, "Van Verne, you bastard, you cover my mouth, how do you want me to speak!"

At this time, Verne, who was originally laughing aside, suddenly stopped his voice, with a look of astonishment on his face. After a moment, he asked hoarsely: "What did you say just now, say it again!"

Feley was shocked and replied blankly: "What's wrong with you? I just said you covered my mouth and asked me to speak."

"Haha! So that's it, so that's it..." Suddenly, a hot light flashed in Verne's eyes. He turned around and ran quickly towards Ravenclauta, regardless of his friends who were already stunned.

Watching Verne go away, Dakarri, who is still a little sane, shouted: "Hey, brother, where are you going? Dinner time is coming!"

"Save some for me..."
Chapter completed!