The Path of the Raven
The moonlight filtered through the high windows of the Ravenclaw Tower, casting silver streaks across the common room. Ezekiel sat alone, his mind ablaze with thoughts of the hidden chamber.
Rowena Ravenclaw's journal had spoken of a secret legacy buried beneath Hogwarts, one that had eluded even the most learned scholars. But Ez wasn't just any seeker of knowledge—he was Lord Ravenclaw.
He wasn't searching for power. He was reclaiming what belonged to him.
And he was going to find it.
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The next morning, Ez attended his classes as usual, but his thoughts remained on the puzzle.
He skimmed through books during his breaks, searching for anything that could hint at an underground chamber or Rowena's lost artifacts. But most records were either incomplete or suspiciously absent.
It wasn't until Ancient Runes class that he stumbled upon a clue.
Professor Babbling had just begun the lesson when she posed a question.
"Does anyone know what the phrase Veritas per Sapientiam means?"
Ez's head snapped up. The words were familiar.
Truth through Wisdom.
It was a phrase he had read before—in the journal.
His hand shot up. "It means 'Truth through Wisdom,' Professor."
"Correct," she said with a pleased nod. "It was a phrase often associated with Rowena Ravenclaw. Some believe she inscribed it on the entrance of a hidden location, but no one has ever found such a place."
Ez's grip tightened around his quill.
An entrance… with an inscription.
That meant there was a door.
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That evening, Ez returned to the library, retracing his steps from the night before.
He needed to think. If Rowena had hidden her true legacy, where would she have placed it?
His first instinct had been the Ravenclaw Tower, but no. That was too obvious.
The Great Hall? No, too public.
Then, his eyes landed on an old map of Hogwarts.
The foundations.
Rowena's journal had mentioned that her true legacy lay beneath Hogwarts. But how far below?
Ez scanned the map, tracing possible underground passages. The Chamber of Secrets was beneath the castle, so it wasn't impossible that Rowena had her own hidden space as well.
Then, he saw it—an old, sealed-off corridor near the dungeons. It was labeled only as "The Forgotten Wing."
That was it.
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Ez wasn't reckless—he wouldn't go alone.
He waited until late at night before enlisting Finn and Elena.
"You want us to sneak into the dungeons because you think there's some ancient secret passage?" Finn whispered.
"Yes," Ez replied simply.
Elena crossed her arms. "And what makes you think we won't get caught?"
Ez smirked. "Because we won't."
Finn groaned. "You sound too confident. This is how people get detention, you know."
Still, neither of them refused.
At exactly midnight, they left the Ravenclaw Tower, cloaked in darkness.
Ez led the way, his senses sharp as they maneuvered through the silent corridors. The castle was eerie at night—the paintings murmured, and the suits of armor creaked softly in the dim candlelight.
They reached the entrance to the dungeons without incident.
But the moment they stepped forward—
A cold wind rushed past them.
Elena stiffened. "Did you feel that?"
Ez nodded, his heart pounding. That wasn't natural.
They moved deeper into the abandoned corridor, the walls lined with dust-covered tapestries.
Then, they saw it.
A grand archway of stone, covered in ancient runes.
And at its center—a single inscription.
Veritas per Sapientiam.
Truth through Wisdom.
Ez's breath caught in his throat.
They had found it.
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Finn ran his fingers over the carved letters. "So… how do we open it?"
Ez stepped forward, staring at the ancient phrase.
Truth through Wisdom.
Rowena Ravenclaw had valued intelligence and understanding above all else. But there was another trait she had cherished—legacy.
This door wasn't meant to be opened by just anyone.
Ez exhaled before reaching into his robe and withdrawing a small, ceremonial dagger—one he had carried ever since he claimed his heir ring.
Elena's eyes widened. "Ez…?"
He didn't hesitate. He sliced a shallow cut across his palm.
A single drop of blood fell onto the runes.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then, the entire archway shuddered as golden light burst from the inscriptions. The stone vibrated, ancient mechanisms awakening after centuries of slumber.
Finn cursed. "Bloody hell—"
The golden light pulsed, and then—
The door split apart, revealing a descending staircase.
Only silence followed.
Ez turned to his friends, wiping his bleeding palm against his cloak. "Let's go."
Elena didn't move. "Ez… what was that?"
Finn frowned. "That wasn't just some spell. That was—" He paled. "Ez, why did the door react to your blood?"
Ez sighed, glancing at the two.
He had hoped to avoid this conversation.
But there was no turning back now.
"I told you I came from an old family," he said slowly. "But what I didn't tell you… is that I'm the last direct heir of Rowena Ravenclaw."
Elena's mouth dropped open. Finn looked like he had been hit with a Bludger.
"You're—" Finn started. "Wait, hold on. You mean—like—actual Ravenclaw?"
Ez nodded.
Silence stretched between them before Elena spoke.
"So this place… it belongs to you?"
Ez turned to the glowing entrance, where the stairs disappeared into the darkness.
"It always has."
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The air grew colder as they descended, each step echoing through the ancient passageway.
Elena whispered, "This place feels… untouched."
Ez nodded. No one had been here in centuries.
At the bottom of the staircase, a grand chamber awaited them. Columns of stone stretched high, supporting an arched ceiling engraved with unfamiliar runes.
At the far end stood a pedestal.
And on it—a single book bound in sapphire-blue leather.
Ez stepped forward, his fingers brushing over the cover. The title was written in glowing silver ink.
"The Lost Grimoire of Rowena Ravenclaw."
He had found it.
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