RF_Axel

In an alternate universe of Harry Potter, Ezekiel Cassian Malverne—a brilliant, ambitious, and powerful heir of the prestigious Malverne family—begins his journey at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Born into one of the richest and most politically influential families of the Sacred 28.
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The Lord of Ice and Magic

The return to Hogwarts after the Hogsmeade trip was met with a renewed focus on studies and magical discoveries. Ez found himself drawn deeper into his family's grimoire, unlocking pieces of forgotten knowledge that had long been buried within the Malverne legacy.

Despite his growing political influence and his increasing reputation on the Quidditch pitch, it was his pursuit of magical mastery that remained at the forefront of his mind.

One evening, as Ez sat in the Ravenclaw common room, a sudden realization struck him while rereading a section of the grimoire. A passage described an ancient Ravenclaw artifact hidden somewhere within the castle.

"Knowledge is the key to the mind, but the door will only open for those who prove their worth."

Ez tapped his fingers against the book, intrigued. It sounded like a test.

"Elena," he called. His friend looked up from her essay, raising an eyebrow.

Ez smirked. "Feel like sneaking around the castle tonight?"

Elena sighed. "You always ask me these things as if I have a choice."

Navigating Hogwarts at night was second nature to Ez at this point. With Elena by his side, he followed the grimoire's clues toward an ancient section of the castle near the Astronomy Tower.

"There," Ez whispered, pointing to a seemingly ordinary stretch of stone wall.

Elena frowned. "There's nothing here."

Ez placed his hand against the cold stone, focusing his magic. A faint shimmer passed over the surface.

With a pulse of power, the wall shifted, revealing a hidden archway.

Elena let out a low whistle. "That never gets old."

Ez smirked and stepped through, entering a chamber lined with old tomes, enchanted scrolls, and a central pedestal with a single, ancient-looking book.

Elena stared. "You Ravenclaws really do hoard knowledge."

Ez approached the pedestal, reaching out for the book. The moment his fingers brushed the cover, a surge of energy shot through him. His vision blurred, and suddenly—

Ez found himself standing in a dimly lit chamber, surrounded by robed figures. At the center was a woman with long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes—Rowena Ravenclaw.

"Knowledge is power," she intoned. "But wisdom is knowing how to use it.""

The vision shifted, showing a hidden spell, an enchantment tied to the very foundation of Hogwarts.

Ez gasped, snapping back to reality.

Elena steadied him. "What the hell just happened?"

Ez exhaled. "I think… I just had a vision of Rowena Ravenclaw herself."

Elena blinked. "Well, that's not something you hear every day."

Ez looked back at the book. "This is more than just old magic. It's a piece of something greater."

The next morning at breakfast, Ez was still lost in thought over the previous night's discovery. However, he was soon brought back to reality by an unexpected visitor.

Ez looked up to see Adrian Pucey, standing with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

"Pucey," Ez greeted, raising an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

Pucey's gaze flickered toward Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain.

"I heard Ravenclaw is getting cocky this year," Pucey said. "Don't expect an easy win against Slytherin."

Ez smirked. "I wouldn't dream of it. But I do expect a win."

Pucey narrowed his eyes, but there was something almost respectful in his gaze. "We'll see about that."

As Pucey walked away, Elena snorted. "You really do collect rivals, don't you?"

That evening, Ez sat alone in his dormitory, the ancient book open before him. Rowena Ravenclaw's words echoed in his mind.

"Knowledge is power, but wisdom is knowing how to use it."

There was something buried within the book's pages—something only he could unlock.

Unraveling Mysteries and New Pursuits