Before Edward's eyes, a page slowly began to reveal the following:

"My name is Rowena Ravenclaw, and as a future wizard, I want to present you with information about what is hidden in this world. But first, you need to undergo trials for this. This place was destroyed by a spell cast by me. If you have invented a spell that can repair objects by returning them to their previous state,

you may have a quite clever mind. And if, by chance, you have seen everything written here, I can only say proceed at your own risk. Even if you manage to pass the trials I have set myself, the final decision will still be yours.

Because if you learn some truth about this world, it will be too late to turn back.

Now, decipher the riddle below."

The written words piqued Edward's curiosity. He could not imagine that what seemed like a typical spell could actually repair this place. He vaguely remembered that this spell was created not too long ago.

It certainly did not exist in the time of the Hogwarts founders, and now, using it, he discovered something. It might have originated directly from one of the founders, although there was no confirmation of this.

After reading the text to the end, Edward also followed the instructions and looked below.

On a winding path, a dance unfolds,

Where secrets slumber, stories untold.

Seek the eye where the face shines bright,

And wait for the radiance to reach its height.

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n the distance, where silence reigns supreme,

Proclaim the word of power, burning like a dream.

"Aperi," whisper, let the truth unfurl.

It was a poem, and judging by the sentence above, it was undoubtedly a riddle. He quickly took out paper and quill and began to write down this verse so as not to forget it.

It did not take much time.

After composing the poem, Edward meticulously revisited both the book's contents and the left message. Reflecting for a moment, he realized that the book had nothing more to offer him. As for the riddle, he needed to ponder it thoroughly. Glancing at the window nearby, he noticed that the time was already quite late.

Rising from his seat, he returned Mrs. Piss's book with gratitude before leaving the library.

“On a winding path, a dance unfolds... what dances, I wonder?”

Reading this passage repeatedly, he sought to decipher the implications of the poem.

"Something dances, magical beings? Or not? But what did Rowena Ravenclaw mean, assuming it's indeed her who wrote it..."

Descending the stairs, he finally reached the main entrance hall. At this time, students were gradually entering. Unlike Edward, these groups exuded merriment and lively conversations.

Hearing which, Edward read the poem once more before concealing the paper in his pocket.

Once again, dinner time arrived. Following his instincts, he slowly approached the table and sat in his familiar spot. Various dishes spread before his eyes, accompanied by a delightful aroma that made him salivate.

"Well, I'll ponder it after dinner..."

Finally, he ceased contemplating and commenced his meal. Soon, other students joined him. As before, a girl sat beside him. Similar to the morning, they exchanged glances before ignoring each other and continuing to eat.

During Edward's meal, conversations among the students gradually emerged.

"Hey guys, have you heard that people from two other schools will arrive in two days?"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

As they spoke, some voices unintentionally grew louder.

"By the way, one of the schools is Durmstrang..."

"Wait, isn't Viktor Krum studying there?"

Immediately after the mention of this person's name, discussions became louder. This was particularly noticeable from the Gryffindor side, at which point Ron appeared very surprised and justified.

However, Edward couldn't care less; after a quick snack, he began muttering to himself.

"Ah, the dance..."