In the days that followed, Hogwarts was gradually buried beneath thicker and thicker layers of snow.
The dangerous test that had taken place on the Quidditch field sank quietly into silence.
The irritable will of the world did not deliver any further punishment.
But that false calm gave Lucian the perfect cover.
Night after night, inside the Room of Requirement, beneath the flickering glow of a furnace, he worked in silence. At last, he finished forging the silver key capable of deceiving the past itself.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was Christmas Eve.
Most of the students dragged their trunks toward the Hogwarts Express. As the noise faded away, the ancient castle revealed its true nature—cold, vast, and quiet.
Night deepened over the top floor of the Ravenclaw Tower.
Lucian stood alone before the white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. Outside, a violent snowstorm struck the windows with heavy thuds.
"The world calls wisdom a gift. I call it a form of plunder."
Through his inner sight, the surface of reality peeled away.
The cold solidity of marble dissolved before his eyes. In its place appeared countless intersecting lines of blue magical energy.
The streams of power were incredibly complex. They pulsed like veins and arteries, yet also resembled the orbit of stars.
Inside the statue they formed a flawless circulating system.
It carried the rhythm of ancient magic, a breathing pattern that had long vanished from the modern world.
More importantly, the golden threads gathered here in dense clusters.
All except for one broken point.
At the top of the statue, where the stone crown should have rested, there was a clear void. Thousands of magical lines stopped there, as if waiting for the key that could restart the entire structure.
"Found it."
Lucian reached into his robe and removed a silver circlet.
It was a replica crown he had forged over half a semester inside the alchemy workshop of the Room of Requirement.
Using goblin forging techniques combined with ancient transfiguration methods, he had constructed the imitation piece.
It lacked the legendary power of the real Ravenclaw diadem, but its magical circuitry was accurate enough to function as a key.
He stepped onto the base and gently placed the silver circlet into the empty space above the statue's head.
The motion resembled crowning a sleeping queen.
The piece fit perfectly.
The blue magical circuits connected instantly. A powerful pulse of magic surged downward through the statue.
The statue slowly rotated, and its base sank into the floor. Behind it appeared a narrow corridor covered with ancient runic inscriptions.
Footsteps echoed faintly from outside. Filch was approaching.
Lucian did not hesitate. He stepped directly into the passage.
.....
The entrance sealed behind him.
The corridor stretched forward until it ended at a massive bronze door.
There was no handle and no keyhole. Instead, two bronze eagle heads were carved into the surface.
Their eyes were set with flawless sapphires that glowed faintly in the darkness with the cold scrutiny typical of Ravenclaw.
When Lucian approached, both eagle heads came to life.
Their beaks slowly opened, releasing a beam of blue light that formed a line of shimmering words in the air.
Time begins where, and ends where?
It was a classic philosophical riddle. Answering "at the beginning of creation" or "at the end of time" would fall directly into the trap of linear thinking.
Lucian did not respond immediately.
Through his inner sight, the true magical structure of the puzzle revealed itself.
Behind the door was a circular ring of magical energy.
More than magic was involved. Time itself looped within that structure. It was essentially a miniature world.
Streams of light flowed endlessly around the circle. There was no beginning and no end, only an infinite cycle existing across an eternal dimension.
Lucian raised his head and looked directly into the sapphire eyes.
"The present is the end of the past and the beginning of the future."
The ring of magic in the air trembled slightly.
"Time is a circle. It has neither starting point nor final destination. It exists only within the perception of the observer."
The moment he finished speaking, the luminous ring flared brightly.
The massive bronze doors slid apart with a sound like the sigh of some ancient creature.
Lucian stepped forward.
Suddenly a powerful force seized him.
His navel tightened as if an invisible hook had grabbed him and pulled backward.
The moment his feet left the ground, the world collapsed around him. His bones compressed and his skin stretched against a rushing current of magic.
The only sound was the shrill friction of magical energy rushing past, like thousands of whispering ghosts screaming deep inside his ears.
Then reality slammed back into place.
Gravity seized him again.
The speed of the fall was suffocating. Most wizards would have crashed onto the ground and rolled helplessly while vomiting their dinner.
But just before impact, Lucian reversed his magic and absorbed the force completely.
His knees bent slightly as he landed smoothly.
The world stopped spinning.
He found himself standing inside a gray-white void.
There was no clear sky or ground.
Massive stone staircases stretched in every direction.
Some hung overhead, some extended vertically along invisible walls, and others floated in midair like broken piano keys leading into unknown emptiness.
Lucian stepped onto one of the stairs.
The sensation was strange.
He felt as if he were walking upward, yet his body insisted he was descending. After climbing an entire section, he looked up and realized he had returned to the exact same point.
At the same time, an invisible pressure began creeping into his mind.
His thoughts were slowing.
"So this is the Ravenclaw trial world."
Lucian stood still and closed his eyes, activating Occlumency.
When he opened them again, the world changed.
Under the perfectly rational vision of his inner sight, the complex stone stairways lost their gray surfaces. They transformed into countless tangled strands of magical energy.
Most of the strands were chaotic knots.
Only one thread remained different. Visually it appeared to descend into the abyss, but the flow of magic within it ran straight toward the exit.
The core trap of this space was simple.
The path visible to the eyes was false. The direction of magical flow revealed the truth.
The trial tested whether the challenger could reject their survival instincts and accept a truth that existed beyond ordinary perception.
Lucian walked to the edge of a broken platform.
To his physical eyes, an endless abyss stretched before him. Beneath it lay infinite gray emptiness. One step forward would mean certain death.
The primitive fear of falling screamed through his instincts, trying to stop his muscles from moving.
But within his inner sight, the path ahead was a clear road leading upward.
"Eyes can lie."
Lucian placed his hands behind his back and stepped forward without hesitation.
Weightlessness struck instantly.
Yet he did not fall.
The moment his feet left the platform, the world inverted.
He fell upward.
The abyss became the exit. The sky transformed into the ground beneath his feet.
Lucian landed steadily on solid stone.
Looking back, the Penrose staircase labyrinth that had trapped countless brilliant minds now looked like nothing more than a crude painting hanging on a wall.
A gate of light slowly formed in front of him.
Lucian bowed slightly toward the Ravenclaw statue behind the entrance.
"The truth often hides in the blind spot of intuition."
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