Chapter 590 - Curse Theorem Ⅱ (1/2)
There was a bit of a lapse of silence until Rowan pulls her mind back on track and asks, ”I know that it is late, Aunt Georgine, but I have one more question. Would it be possible for there to be a curse at Hogwarts?”
”Impossible,” Georgine flatly stated. ”The Founders forged Hogwarts and bound her by the four elements and ancient magic of old. And even after all this time, the wards will not allow for such a foul thing to occur.”
”Then how did you almost cause the wards of Hogwarts to fall?” Rowan pointedly countered. ”It may certainly be impossible for any other witch and wizard to do so, but what if said individual was not only powerful but also a descendant of one of the founders. Would not Hogwarts in part accept the curse due to the bloodline of a said individual?”
Georgine opens her mouth to argue, before closing her mouth thoughtfully. The conjecture was not without merit and she herself was proof of that when she almost brought the Hogwarts wards down during her time as a student. Ordinarily, even with all her talent, it should have been nigh impossible to do so, but Hogwarts to a degree had accepted her manipulations and allowed her to do so. And by Merlin's name, why not? Naturally, the caster must possess the blood of one of the founders, but such a feat would certainly be possible.
And whether she or her brother admitted it out loud or not, the Dark Lord was a parselmouth; and possibly was even a descendant of Salazar Slytherin via the legitimate male or daughter lines that had long ago been forgotten. But the mere acknowledgment of such an idea made her, and her brother grind their teeth together in disgust, but the truth at times cannot be most unbearably awful to swallow.
Finally breaking the silence, Georgine raises her gaze to her great-niece and says, ”Be as that may-be, I have not sensed a curse in place anywhere present at Hogwarts.”
”I know, it is merely an interesting hypothesis,” Rowan somewhat truthfully said as even she had not found the exact location of the curse.
Georgine slowly nods her head at the response, before glancing up at the time and saying, ”Now off you go, you have patrol duties tonight and mustn't be late.”
Rowan grimaces and rises to her feet, when she hears Georgine slowly say, ”But if that were indeed the case, such a curse would not be easily broken if at all. The very wards that make Hogwarts would not allow the curse to break in its entirety until said descendant/caster truly perished. However, if that is not an option, there was always a third alternative through rare and just as dangerous in its manner.”
”Which is?” Rowan carefully inquired.
Georgine flashes a cool smile, before answering, ”That is to bind the curse, and it must be done under the light of Hunter's moon on the third night of the three Harvest moons. If successful, the curse will certainly weaken, but if not, the curse will gain an even stronger force.”
”How unfortunate,” Rowan remarked under her breath, before nodding at her aunt in thanks and departing from her office. Her lips are pressed into a thin line as she strolls through the halls of Hogwarts pausing abruptly, she removes her pocket watch to check the time. Snapping her pocket watch shut, she puts it away, before leaning against the cold stone walls under the light of the flickering torches.
Rowan narrows her eyes in thought as she ponders over what her aunt had explained. There was a remote possibility of breaking such a curse and that was a fact. She understood her power and capabilities than anyone else. And she also understood that the version of Riddle that Potter had faced in the future was the weakened wraith version. But the Riddle in the present though somewhat already mad was truly dangerous and a vile foe. Thus far she had been lucky, but her luck had finally run out, and soon Riddle would begin to move.
Biting her lip unconsciously, Rowan chews her lip in solemn thought. What if she had been simply looking in all the wrong places, and yet the answer as always was staring right before her eyes. It was a place that was never the same twice unless one knew of it, the Room of Requirements.