Chapter 644: Hogwarts Study Panel, Chapter 273

As wisps of morning light crept into the common room, the disheveled wizard sat up abruptly. He habitually observed his surroundings, then lowered his eyes, feeling a sense of loss.

Lady Isolt, who dreamed of entering Ravenclaw House, had truly met Ravenclaw herself. When Sean heard the joy in her words, he naturally felt some of that shared joy.

But thinking that he was only a few seconds away from meeting one of the four greatest wizards of the thirteenth century—and possibly the most learned—Sean felt extremely annoyed.

He subconsciously picked up *Hogwarts: A History* from his bedside, and the text on it glowed faintly in the eve of dawn:

【The founders of Hogwarts were the four greatest wizards of the time:

Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Luo Yina Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff.

The four houses of the school were named after their surnames. They built the school, far from the prying eyes of Muggles...】

"Luo Yina Ravenclaw..."

He muttered to himself.

He easily associated it with something: Luo Yina Ravenclaw was indeed still wandering in the boundary.

As for whom she was waiting for, that was an obvious matter.

Therefore, if he could meet her, perhaps he could do his best to help.

In any case, he felt much gratitude toward this lady who founded Hogwarts.

"Hogwarts..."

Sean murmured subconsciously.

He looked at the walls covered in blue and silver decorations, and the bookshelves that filled up over time.

He looked up slightly; the arched window was draped with blue silk, and outside the window lay the scenic Quidditch pitch and the vast, prosperous Forbidden Forest.

Through the walls, he felt as if he could see the Transfiguration office where the fireplace burned fiercely, and the dungeon where cauldrons steamed.

In the staff room, was Professor Binns still dozing off?

In the greenhouse, were the Mandrakes having another party?

Sean suddenly realized clearly that Hogwarts Castle was becoming more familiar day by day, more like... home.

Morning.

After a night of rain and snow, the castle was covered in a thin layer of white frost.

The corridors gradually became lively, and wandering ghosts began to appear.

Sean passed the gloomy Bloody Baron and the kind Fat Friar, who was chatting with the Gryffindors, and after thinking for a while, he walked slowly toward the Grey Lady.

She was gazing at the outline of the distant mountains, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Green."

She said.

"Good morning, Lady Helena."

Sean said.

"You don't have to deliberately avoid that title."

The Grey Lady's face was neither sad nor happy.

The normal address was of course Lady Ravenclaw, but the young wizard in front of her always considered things a little more.

Just like when he destroyed the diadem last time.

But for the Grey Lady, she hadn't heard that title for a long time.

She would feel terrified and ashamed of it, but also carry a strangely derived expectation.

"Lady Ravenclaw."

Sean followed her lead.

"Lady Ravenclaw, ha—"

The Grey Lady gave a self-deprecating smile.

"Have you ever thought about death?"

Sean asked.

"A festival that ghosts cannot look forward to? Sorry, that is my greatest fear."

The Grey Lady said.

"Lady Ravenclaw, if I said that someone is still concerned about you, would you be willing to celebrate the festival?"

Sean said, weighing his words.

"Green... foolish and sincere."

The Grey Lady seemed to be in a better mood, rarely teasing him.

"This is my day of shame, and also my deserved punishment. For centuries, ghosts have existed, and there is no way for a ghost to escape despair.

Even you, Green, the one she chose.

As for waiting, would anyone still wait for me? In this world, there will never be another tear shed for me; this is my own doing."

Her voice was ethereal, as if mocking herself.

"Would you celebrate it?"

Sean stared into her eyes.

At this moment, the Grey Lady rarely showed some panic; touching a ghost's obsession always makes a ghost feel uneasy.

Even if the young wizard in front of her said something absolutely impossible, Helena Ravenclaw would still subconsciously think about it.

"Of course, but she will not forgive me."

Helena Ravenclaw finished speaking, gave a miserable smile, and floated away.

Leaving Sean standing in place, his gaze deep but shining with a faint light.

After several seconds, Sean walked toward the Hope Cottage—he had already received his answer.

Hope Cottage.

Changes were happening here every day.

Justin and Hermione had never stopped renovating the cottage; now it not only had a place to practice spells, a kitchen, and a garden, but even a round table with deep patterns.

Around the round table were placed some grey-white, translucent chairs.

Compared to the previous round table, it was much more solemn.

Sean glanced over and returned to his seat, beginning his day of study.

The primary task was still the Wampus cat biscuit; after all, it allowed him to use unique Legilimency, Confundus Charms, and Obliviate.

Secondly, it was to improve his combat power, including the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and spell practice that never stopped for a moment.

Now there was an additional task: testing his own strength.

Sean naturally thought of last Christmas, when the retired Marcus helped him learn many practical combat techniques.

Approaching the end of the Christmas holidays.

The young wizards rarely went out.

They spent all day studying lessons and completing assignments.

Sales of Green's Bookstore also soared to the sky.

In the Great Hall, the crowd felt more tension.

Hogwarts' coursework would not decrease because of the holidays; on the contrary, it was terrifyingly heavy.

Before joining Hope Cottage, Harry and Luo En had suffered quite a bit.

And now with only three days left, it didn't look like a time for play.

Luo En recently liked to crowd around other people's desks, asking about the progress of other Gryffindors' assignments.

And their situation hardly needed asking; one only had to look at those flying quills to know.

But Luo En acted as if he didn't see it, often mentioning it casually:

"Oh, Dean, you must be finishing up, right?"

"Quite the opposite, just started."

Dean responded irritably, then looked a bit confused.

"You finished?"

Luo En was waiting for this; he quickly boasted about himself, leaving Dean stunned.

"If Voldemort returns, the first to be finished will be Luo En. He neither knows how to protect himself nor does he do anything important all day; he cannot resist Voldemort."

Hermione evaluated. ===== CHAPTER 645 =====