Chapter 699: The Scroll of Wisdom

"A diadem?"

Ravenclaw looked interested.

She turned her head, watching Helena's face turn as red as a steam engine.

"Mother..."

Helena was a bit angry.

"I don't think so."

The black cat answered.

"Green!

I should be outside the door, right? Rowena?"

Helena was even more ashamed and angry.

"Dear Helena, you got this one right."

Ravenclaw's mouth hung with a faint tease.

She seemed to like teasing Helena very much.

With a "bang," the door was opened and closed, and Helena walked out angrily.

The black cat looked outside the door, seeming to understand some things.

If Ravenclaw kept teasing Lady Helena like this, plus Lady Helena's confused nature...

"This should have made both people feel funny, right?"

After the black cat finished speaking, it opened the door with its tail and followed out.

The smile on Ravenclaw's face paused slightly.

After a while, a low sigh rang out in the room.

Outside, in the garden, all kinds of flowers were blooming, purple, white, pink, concentrated into a piece.

Helena stayed in the center of the flowers, alone.

On the vine-wrapped support, a black cat appeared on the copper basin and slowly walked to Helena's shoulder.

"Does love make people stupid?"

The black cat said.

"You should be in the room, Green."

Helena was silent for a while and said.

The black cat said nothing, just curled up on Helena's shoulder.

They watched the streams gather, the first snow melt, and rays of light fall on the tips of the green grass on the mud.

Helena pursed her lips tightly, feeling that she might have been a bit weak.

She wanted to ask someone for help, especially when it was on her shoulder.

Not asking for its bestowal, just like this now, don't leave, don't disappear, just be here with her, that's enough.

In her long life, this was something that had never happened before.

"Headmaster Dumbledore said, this is the greatest magic.

It is so difficult that it often falls into predicament."

The black cat said, its voice arriving with the sunset.

"Do you think I was wrong?"

Helena said.

"I'm on your side."

The black cat thought for a moment and said.

Helena did not speak for a long time; she looked distractedly at the sky covered with sunset, and mist blurred the forest in the distance.

"You are leaving, but you still have many questions you don't understand, Green."

Helena said.

"I have already understood."

The black cat revealed a confident look, which was very rare; it had always thought it had shortcomings,

"Wisdom is in a diadem, not in a book, isn't that ridiculous?"

With a gust of wind, its figure dissipated in the mist, and warmth still existed on Helena's shoulder.

"You have made very good friends, dear Helena."

From afar, Ravenclaw's figure came stepping on the twilight.

"You found a very good successor, Ravenclaw."

Helena was still indignant.

"Well, dear, you know, wisdom didn't give me any advantage in love."

Ravenclaw said,

"May you know, once I violated my own reason, the boundaries of morality, regardless of the tragedies that happened, regardless of my persistence in the past—I threw all this behind me.

In the past, I did this, and now it should be the same; I am trying to learn to love you, are you willing to be with me?"

Ravenclaw dormitory.

The first ray of sunlight sprinkled on the sky-blue curtains, and not far away, Jia Siting woke up.

He first wrote heavy words in his notebook:

【One hour and seven minutes】

Then he looked into the distance with a joyful mood.

He knew he didn't need to worry about the two Lady Ravenclaws, and he also knew he might have found Ravenclaw's true wisdom.

Just as he said, wisdom is not in books, but in a symbolic diadem, isn't that ridiculous?

As for those books, he had seen some ancient books in Ravenclaw's studio; of course, more importantly, he had seen more special parchment.

Morning. The weather was sunny, the sun was bright, and a pleasant breeze blew gently.

Jia Siting, wrapped in a scarf, walked in the corridor where few wizards passed.

He always woke up very early, so when he arrived at the Hope Hut, only one owl portrait was awake.

However, his speed had to be a bit faster; in a while, Hemin, Luo En, and Jia Siting would arrive.

"Mr. Owl, good morning."

Jia Siting said.

"Morning... hurry in! Smart little wizard."

Mr. Owl was still chattering.

"I can make some requests in this room, right?"

Jia Siting asked.

"That is of course—limited to you—but do you know what you need?"

Mr. Owl sneered and puffed out his chest.

"I want to see the parchment you saved."

Jia Siting said.

"Ah..."

Mr. Owl's gold-rimmed glasses fell off, his face full of effort, he grabbed the parchment tightly and said hurriedly,

"This parchment, oh, this parchment, are you sure you want it? It's very old, very broken..."

It racked its brains, seeming not to want Jia Siting to get it.

"Didn't you say I could make some requests?"

Jia Siting asked.

"Smart little wizard! You certainly..."

Mr. Owl was a bit flustered.

"Well, if you don't want to."

Jia Siting said in a low voice. He didn't think his conjecture was wrong, but Mr. Owl looked very uncomfortable, and he thought perhaps he could wait a while before saying it.

"I certainly want to!"

Mr. Owl pecked at the frame in a rage.

"Do you know how long I've been with it? Twelve centuries! Heavens! This is twelve centuries!

Countless wizards wanted to get it, but they all guessed wrong.

Even that guy Tang Mu was the same; they chased a gorgeous diadem—it certainly has some utility...

Now you found it, you want to take it away, I should be happy...

Lady Ravenclaw's entrustment is completed..."

Mr. Owl said, shedding tears.

"Sorry, Mr. Owl."

Jia Siting felt this was a bit cruel, forcing Mr. Owl to separate from this parchment.

"Do you really want it?"

Mr. Owl asked again.

Jia Siting nodded at a loss.

"You have to pack it with something and take it away!"

Mr. Owl said.

"What is it?"

Jia Siting curiously looked at Mr. Owl; it had big eyes with gold-rimmed glasses and was wearing a proper suit.

Jia Siting guessed: could these gold-rimmed glasses also be an alchemical creation?

"That's right, it is—"

Mr. Owl elongated his tone. ===== CHAPTER 700 =====