Chapter 679: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 289

Happy festival, Helena."

Sean said softly.

"Don't make me cry at this time, okay?"

Helena revealed a side that Sean had no way of knowing.

Perhaps this was the meaning of friends—being able to make people truly live.

"Then, are you ready?"

Sean asked tentatively.

"Should I trust you? Green?"

She said.

Trusting a young wizard, believing that he had once seen her mother in a dream, believing that her mother had never cared about her betrayal...

This was a fantasy.

But...

"They call me 'Lady Grey.'

Grey, between black and white, just like all of this—neither the brilliant white light that is expected, nor the pure darkness of self-exile. I am just a... regrettable shadow.

Green, and you call me Ravenclaw."

Helena's expression was somewhat dazed.

Sean was at a loss; he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

Just silently preparing for the Rest-in-Peace Ritual.

They walked past suit after suit of armor, past lantern after lantern.

Time seemed to blur in these unchanging scenes.

One hundred years after Helena Ravenclaw became a ghost, she finally dared to drift through the corridor in front of her mother's portrait. Luo Yina in the portrait still had eyes as sharp as an eagle's, but they never fell on her daughter again.

One thousand one hundred years after Helena Ravenclaw became a ghost, she drifted through the corridor in front of her mother's portrait again. Luo Yina in the portrait seemed to have focus in her eyes.

They also arrived at the Hope Hut.

Raven, that is, Mr. Owl, did not stop them at all, letting them in.

Sean subconsciously felt that it should be here, just as Lady Iso should have left at the Origin Stone House.

The interior of the house had changed greatly.

This was no longer the hut decorated by Sean and the others, but a place Sean was unfamiliar with.

The owl portrait was sleeping against the wall by the fireplace; behind it were all kinds of photos hanging on the wall, beside it were various bottles and jars, and there was a huge wooden table, on which sat a diadem.

Beside the wooden table, a line of sky leaked through the thick curtains, shining on the blue silk of the dome.

Everything around was quiet, only Helena's breathing, which shouldn't exist, could be heard.

Sean soon knew that this should be Ravenclaw's former office; he also saw many precious materials and some ancient books.

He didn't pay much attention to these extra gains, turning instead to quickly set up the Rest-in-Peace Ritual.

Helena brushed past every book, sitting down and getting up from the soft sofa she once liked most.

Finally, she drifted to the very center of the entire ritual.

"It's getting late."

She talked to herself.

"Tomorrow is a brand new day."

Sean said.

"Things are becoming more and more incredible, but I believe you, Green, let this be my last words."

Helena said with a smile, but there were blurry pearls at the corners of her eyes.

She never looked back again.

……

Another ghost sent away.

Sean didn't speak for a while.

He looked at Mr. Owl and found that Mr. Owl, who had moved here, seemed to not like talking very much.

Returning to the door, Mr. Owl began to chatter:

"Oh, Green, you little wizard, look at the good deed you've done, you sent the ghost away and found it quite interesting yourself—"

It sang a song it didn't know where it had learned.

Sean guessed it was Peeves' song again.

"You must be very happy too, Mr. Owl."

Sean looked into Mr. Owl's eyes.

"Little wizard! Let me tell you! Not at all!"

At this moment, it puffed up its feathers again, flapping its wings to peck at Sean, but unfortunately, it could only peck the picture frame with a bang.

Its gold-rimmed glasses fell off again, but the parchment held in its claws had never fallen.

"Goodbye, Mr. Owl."

Sean said goodbye politely.

"Goodbye, clever little wizard."

Mr. Owl snorted.

……

Twilight arrived, and Hogwarts Castle lit up with warm light.

The corridors were filled with torches, and candles floated in the classrooms.

Everything was real.

But in another place, a place shrouded in mist.

It was all blurry.

In the forest, there wasn't always a quiet lakeside; most of the time, the streams here were always dry.

On the riverbed was bare land, embedded with all kinds of bizarre mist clusters.

From afar, in the midst of desolation, one could see a weary witch.

She stood quietly, holding a worn-out book in her hand.

This was the loneliness that every wandering soul had to endure; all the remaining happy thoughts in their hearts needed to be repaid with the loneliness of the soul world.

But this time, Ravenclaw saw something.

She put down the book in her hand and walked toward a strange place, just as Sean could always find the person he wanted to find by following the lines; she also always knew that more than ten centuries of time seemed to be for this moment.

On the vast white land stood a similarly dazed witch, but strangely, ever since she stepped onto this land, it miraculously bloomed with flowers.

She carefully avoided stepping on these flowers, but accidentally bumped into something.

Helena fell to the ground, somewhat panicked.

The next moment, she was gently wrapped into an embrace.

"It doesn't matter if you fall... I've come to pick you up, Helena."

A voice said.

Immediately, there was no movement here.

Sometimes language is pale, but it doesn't hinder anything, because tears are the last resort of communication.

After a long time, a sentence sounded here.

"Then, my dear Helena, do you know what love is?

It is an unexpected cat."

Luo Yina Ravenclaw smiled, tears sliding down. ===== CHAPTER 680 =====