Although the reporters were a little disappointed that they had not been favored by Ravenclaw, even if they didn't mention the news that Royna Ravenclaw, the founder of Hogwarts, was alive in some way or even a true god, not to mention that it sounded too fantastic, just tonight at the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, Alan Harris got the phoenix given by Ravenclaw, which was enough to sensation the entire magic world. Again, before, there were only two phoenixes tamed by wizards in this era, and after tonight, it happened to be the third one.

They hurriedly set up the camera, and many people reached in front of Allen and started asking questions in a slight manner.

"Sorry, everyone." Allen waved his hand politely and refused: "We go out and say that it's a bit disrespectful to Ms. Ravenclaw here."

Everyone who witnessed all the "miracles" just now said that a group of people rushed out of the outdoors. Alan walked directly to the platform connecting the fourth and fifth floors and stopped. The reporters immediately surrounded him, and the endless problems rushed towards Alan.

The rosy witch did not follow everyone out before. He stayed in the room and looked at Ravenclaw's shrine in a deep look. Ravenclaw's miracle was indeed real. The power and magic he just felt were completely different, which made him even more surprised...

"It was not until just now that you truly believed in my existence." A vague and stern female voice came, and the shrine emitted a faint blue light again.

Hearing the sound, the red-faced witch's gloomy pupils suddenly dilated. He looked at the shrine suddenly, and suddenly realized from his body that he had surrendered to the other party's strength and began to tremble that Ms. Royna Ravenclaw was once again manifested.

The witch's lips were closed tightly, and he had no reason to refute. He looked at the shrine suspiciously, suspected that his thinking was clearly seen by the other party. He frantically used the brain closure technique. Just now, he thought that he had been here for so long, but his daily prayer could not resist Alan Harris's encounter. He was full of dissatisfaction and felt that Ravenclaw's choice might be a bit unfair. Ravenclaw's words were obviously an answer to his doubts.

He was a smart man, and there was no need for Ravenclaw to say. He knew it well. Although he had prayed in front of the shrine every day, he came the earliest and left the latest, and seemed pious, but it was not until he had just experienced the other party's strength and witnessed the miracle that he truly believed in his heart that Ravenclaw really existed, and that his doubts had just been cynical in nature. From these aspects, he was indeed not more pious than others.

But why did Ms. Ravenclaw explain to herself? Three places were personally selected by the other party, so how could the arrogant god reply to her doubts?

"Because you are the faculty member of my founding of the college, Severus Snape."

Snape, a professor of the Hogwarts Dark Defence Decoction class who transformed with compound decoction, had a rosy cheek in disguise, and his original image became as pale as he used to be because he stayed in the basement for many years without sunlight. His own thinking was clearly seen. This was the first time in decades that he found that his brain closure technique was useless at this time.

Before Snape, who was feeling a little emotionally awkward, came again with a stern female voice: "There is something that when it is owned by many people, it becomes weak, and when no one owns it, it dies, what is it?"

Understand the reason why Ms. Lavenclaw responded to her, and knew that the other party was giving her a chance. She had no time to get used to suspicion and thought about it carefully. She wiped the cold sweat that flowed on her eyelids with her hands, lowered her head and thought about the answer to the riddle with all her strength.

"Glory? The old monkey of Salazar would be very happy that the dean of his college would have such a Slytherin's idea." Ravenclaw's stern tone was now a hint of sarcastic meaning as Snape was sarcastic in class. "A closer answer, but like the glory brought by the medals of Sir Merlin, more people will get it every year, but it has not become weak. You are indeed a Slytherin, but I am Ravenclaw."

The witch's lips were closed tightly. He knew that his brain closure technique had no effect in front of the other side, and the other party's practice of rejecting the answer he thought before he spoke was obviously giving him an extra chance. However, the other party's arrogant attitude made Snape, who was used to being arrogant, temporarily break through the other party's spiritual suppression, and he felt a little annoyed. However, when he thought of his purpose, he had to suppress and carefully think about the other party's prompts and recall

The questions exposed by the famous Ravenclaw public lounge eagle-shaped bronze door knocker are never only one correct answer to the other party's puzzle. It never asks rigid questions such as mathematics or the kind of rigid questions that Snape himself obeyed Dumbledore's instructions to set in the first grade of Harry and others. Its questions and answers are full of philosophy. As long as you can convince the Eagle-Ring, it is correct, and there is no so-called standard answer.

"Secret, my answer is a secret, ma'am." Snape, who is far better at this than ordinary pure blood, chose another answer in his heart that he thought was closer to Ravenclaw's style. He looked at the shrine confidently with his head held high, waiting for the other party's reaction - but in fact, even at this time, he was still skeptical about the other party's identity. Even if the other party was the real Royna Ravenclaw himself, Snape still suspected that the other party might have mastered the power that ordinary wizards did not know to let him stock up until now.

"The secret is indeed a good answer. The more people you know, the less mysterious it is." Ravenclaw said. "Witch, you have many secrets, but you are looking for the one you are looking for for others now, go to my voter, Alan Harris."

"Madam, I should be right. Don't you understand my wish first?" Snape tried hard to control his tone, and his voice seemed a little depressed, his eyes full of suspicion. Before he could express his wish, she sent herself to find Alan Harris?

"My voter can solve the problem you want to solve for that Gryffindor." An understatement sound came from the statue's mouth.

Snape had begun to get used to the other party's ability to explore the secrets in his mind, but Dumbledore had no choice but to use the Horcrux in Harry's head. He could only guide Harry to sacrifice himself when appropriate. Alan Harris could do it? However, he had already obtained the Potions class professor he wanted, and performed a neat wizard ceremony at the statue of the shrine. He turned around and left without saying a word. The black robe on his body rolled with his strode.

"The next one is for the one you ask for."

The God's question stopped Snape's progress, but he didn't look back and replied with his unique and seemingly overly scrupulous emphasis, "Ms., I have no desires."
Chapter completed!