Chapter 464: Use the Resurrection Stone

“Oh, that’s quite a question.”

Rowena smiled,

“All wise wizards ponder it, but no one knows; or rather, everyone knows.”

The black cat’s tail stopped swaying again; it listened intently.

“Only magic can flow across the borderlands—that’s all I wish to tell you.”

Helena explained, drawing closer to the black cat.

For the rest of the time, the black cat pondered the meaning of those words, letting Helena lead it wherever she went.

By the tranquil Black Lake, a beautiful witch always had a cat perched on her shoulder.

Together they passed through gardens bursting with blooms, along the gently rippling Black Lake shore, and across woolly meadows.

Helena cherished this feeling; she despised everything in the world, yet she loved it alone.

On days of reunion, even the most treacherous path feels like the best.

“Sorry, time is playing tricks on us again.”

The black cat said, its whiskers brushing Helena’s neck as it rose.

Helena felt a tickle.

Helena felt like snow on a volcano—when the cat was there, she melted gently.

“Mm.”

She murmured softly, as if singing, as if sighing.

When she looked up, only warmth remained on her shoulder.

“Good luck…?”

In the window, Rowena watched Helena standing dazed on the damp earth, a quiet smile curling on her lips.

…

Hogwarts Castle.

Ravenclaw Tower.

Wizard Sean was awakened by golden sunlight.

【Two hours seven minutes】

The quill scribbled this on parchment.

Wizard Sean’s confusion deepened.

What had happened to nearly double his time here?

He remembered the wooden doors of those rooms, the small doors preserved on them, and strangely felt they might be connected.

Wizard Sean pulled his wandering thoughts back to the Resurrection Stone.

Helena had made it clear: if a wizard held firm belief, he could bring an object into the borderlands.

But what kind of belief counted as firm?

Wizard Sean did not know.

But Wizard Sean knew that if he had never used the Resurrection Stone, he could hardly believe one would appear in the borderlands.

Then how should he use it?

He had no deceased relatives.

Or rather, he did not know whether he had any relatives at all.

The sky cleared once more.

The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, would take place on the second weekend of May.

Although Slytherin had narrowly lost to Ravenclaw in their last match, Ravenclaw dared not hope for victory, mainly because their core player had left the team early.

Yet Roger himself seemed to have found another reason for optimism.

“Hey, lads, even though we’ve lost Mr. Green, Gryffindor doesn’t have Harry either—”

Roger announced joyfully in the Ravenclaw common room.

“What?”

Toya could hardly believe what he’d heard.

Gryffindor without Harry? What nonsense?

Everyone knew Harry had never missed a single practice; his figure was nearly daily on the Quidditch pitch.

The Gryffindors were desperate to win the cup.

“I haven’t seen Harry on the Quidditch pitch in five days now…”

Roger grinned.

“Come on, it’s just because exams are coming up.”

Toya called it absurd.

“What if I told you Harry had a huge fight with Wood?”

Roger said mysteriously.

“You mean—?”

All Ravenclaw Quidditch team members perked up.

“Regardless, everyone, we might face a Gryffindor team without their star Seeker.

Let’s be fair—Wood might be the most equitable Quidditch captain; knowing we lost our core, he cut his own team down too.

Prepare for battle, warriors—Ravenclaw has already won the House Cup, and now we must bring the Quidditch Cup to Ravenclaw—”

Roger declared enthusiastically, waving his arms to rally them,

“Back-to-back titles! Everyone! We’ll write history for Ravenclaw Quidditch!

This cup, for the eagle soaring far in the sky—”

“Naturally!”

After their founding core had left, Ravenclaw had reignited their passion for the first time in years.

Thus, the afternoon Quidditch pitch.

At ten-fifteen, the Ravenclaw team headed to the locker room.

The weather was nothing like the day they faced Slytherin—clear, cool, with a gentle breeze.

Visibility would not be an issue.

Though nervous, they began to feel the unique thrill only a Quidditch match could bring.

They heard the entire school flooding into the outer stadium.

“You know what we must do.”

As they prepared to leave the locker room, Roger said,

“This is the final. The final. Ravenclaw must return with honor—fly just like we did in yesterday’s practice; we’ll be fine!”

They stepped onto the outer pitch; the cheers were deafening. The Gryffindor team, clad in red robes, stood in the center of the field.

“Roger, this is what you meant—that Gryffindor lost their Seeker?”

Toya stared, bewildered, at the shy and nervous Harry.

The entire Ravenclaw Quidditch team was equally stunned; they could already foresee the match’s outcome.

“Roger—”

“This is—”

Ravenclaw Quidditch team members erupted in exclamations, as Lee Jordan’s voice now echoed across the entire pitch:

“The match is about to begin! We can see the Ravenclaw team has taken the field! They’ve shown solid skill, even once defeating Slytherin.

We must admit they were once the best team—but without their absolute core, how can they possibly defeat the finest team in Hogwarts today!”

Lee Jordan announced with passion.

“Jordan, if you can’t commentate properly—”

Professor McGonagall frowned again in warning.

The Quidditch pitch roared like a storm. On this morning, Roger recalled the distant afternoon when the black-haired young wizard had shown him that peculiar stone.

“We’re happy to help test this, but are you truly certain—”

Amid the roar and cheers of the Quidditch pitch, Roger took a deep breath:

“Yes, Gryffindor has Harry—but we have—”

He fell silent, then turned his gaze toward the Ravenclaw locker room.

Beneath his gaze, a black-haired young wizard stepped calmly out of the common room, his broom hovering around him, obedient as a puppy.

“The best team ever? Everyone—we are the best team now!”

Roger raised his arm high.

Ravenclaw’s silence shattered into ecstatic cheers; the entire Quidditch pitch ignited in an instant.