Chapter 671: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 285

Truly wonderful, isn't it? In this forest, he is like a gust of wind encountered unexpectedly.

"Then, where does the story begin..."

Ravenclaw's voice was like a murmur from afar; the Kneazle standing on her shoulder didn't speak, just listened silently, then watched as snow began to fall in this forest.

"A long time ago, in the years when I was still young, I created three treasures: a castle that breathes, a diadem that seems to have wisdom, and a small, warm miracle—my daughter, Helena.

I dedicated much of my time to cold stone walls and ancient parchment. The castle's staircases became increasingly exquisite, the diadem's light increasingly dazzling...

The later story you already know, except for those true wise men... desire can always easily defeat wizards."

Ravenclaw paused for a while, as if recalling.

"You forgave her long ago, didn't you?"

The black cat asked in a low voice.

"Why would I resent?"

Ravenclaw smiled lightly.

"In the world of ghosts, if there is no one to care, they will gradually lose wisdom and emotion.

But Lady Helena Ravenclaw did not realize this.

I want to say... you have walked for her for more than ten centuries."

The black cat said, its voice equally light.

"You are too young, child, you don't know yet that memory always erases the bad and exaggerates the good.

It is precisely because of this mystery that white wizards are able to bear the heavy burdens of the past."

Ravenclaw explained slowly.

"I will come again."

The black cat looked at the mist rising again and said.

He had already obtained the answer.

Ravenclaw stopped walking, watching the white snow fall onto its fur, like sprinkling a layer of powdered sugar.

"Do you not seek for yourself?"

Ravenclaw said.

"At Hogwarts, I have already gained enough."

The black cat's ears trembled.

"Happiness satisfies you so easily... why do you seek for her?"

Ravenclaw asked again.

This question stumped the black cat; while the mist was entwining it in wisps, it was still thinking.

"Lady Ravenclaw..."

This was the title Helena Ravenclaw specifically gave him.

"Once, when the rotating staircase was blocked, she helped me so I wouldn't be late for class."

The black cat said.

This reason completely amused Ravenclaw.

Her eyes narrowed into curved arcs.

"I am friends with Lady Ravenclaw."

The black cat added.

Ravenclaw looked at the black cat,

Everything about him appeared so immature, except for those eyes, which were emerald green like the forest, appearing deep and firm.

"Can I ask one more question?"

The black cat said suddenly.

He had always been curious about how ghosts could stay in the Lands Between for so long.

"For anyone else, I would refuse, but for you, dear, you can ask many.

I will not refuse you."

Ravenclaw readily agreed.

"How should ghosts spend dozens of centuries in the Lands Between?"

The black cat asked.

But the world became white again, and the mist surged completely; it was quickly pulled out of the Lands Between and could no longer hear anything.

Only Ravenclaw remained in the forest.

Her hair tips' white snow melted, and she said as if to herself:

"Ten centuries have passed... but once I think of you, Helena, the world recedes in a bright halo.

Some things I thought were eternal, including time, are vulnerable." ===== CHAPTER 672 =====