A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 134: Rowena Ravenclaw

Chapter 134: Rowena Ravenclaw

Here we meet Rowena Ravenclaw, a beautiful yet stern-faced witch who appears more like a living being than a memory. If Felix hadn't witnessed her solidify from an ethereal presence, he might have thought that Ravenclaw had lived to the present day!

The witch's gaze seems unfocused, but when she lays eyes on Helena, her expression becomes delicate, her eyes gradually sharpening. She is Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts from a thousand years past, a legendary sorceress.

"Helena, welcome home," she says.

"Mother," Helena chokes up, silvery transparent tears falling softly.

Ravenclaw's sharp gaze scans her form, then turns to look at Felix standing quietly nearby.

"Can you tell me how much time has passed, sir?"

"You can call me Felix, Felix Harp," Felix slightly bows, "It has been a thousand years, ma'am."

"A thousand years..." Ravenclaw contemplates the word, walks over to Helena, and gently wipes away the tears from her face.

"To see you again after a thousand years, what more could I desire?" Ravenclaw says tenderly.

"Mother, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have stolen your diadem, shouldn't have run away, and shouldn't have ignored Barro... I didn't even get to see you one last time..." Helena weeps sorrowfully.

"You're my child, how could that be considered theft?" Ravenclaw says affectionately, she lifts Helena's cloak slightly and looks at the black wound on her chest, asking, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, Helena is in pain, day and night," Helena holds her mother's arm, speaking with a slightly playful tone.

Ravenclaw lifts her daughter's hand, doesn't appear to do anything, but Helena's transparent fingers quickly turn fair and full, then extend upwards. In less than a minute, Helena transforms from a ghostly state to a solid one.

Her clothes change into a deep blue gown.

It's only then that Felix notices, Helena's hair is a vibrant wine-red.

"Mother?" Helena looks at Ravenclaw in surprise, suddenly falls from about two inches above the ground, staggers two steps, nearly falls, and is caught by Ravenclaw – time has passed too long, she has forgotten how a normal person walks.

She takes a tentative step, then another, and topples over directly onto the ground.

Lady Ravenclaw steps forward and helps her up, Helena leans most of her body against her.

"Try again, you haven't even put on your shoes yet, and you're falling like this!"

"But I haven't walked in a long time."

Felix observes all of this without any intention of intervening. All of this is like a fleeting reflection in a mirror, and at least he doesn't believe that Lady Rowena Ravenclaw has the power to resurrect the dead.

Besides, she's just a memory.

Apart from this, he can see clearly that Helena's smile is becoming brighter and her eyes are crescent-shaped, a sign that her emotional knots are unraveling.

'Isn't everything going just as you expected, Felix? You should have been mentally prepared for this.'

Helena and Lady Ravenclaw are joyfully engaged in the game of 'helping each other walk,' both completely ignoring Felix on the side.

After about half an hour, the two ladies stop and tidy their slightly disheveled hair.

A soft, gentle white light radiates from Helena, making her look like a princess.

"Mother, have you forgiven me?" she nervously asks.

"I've never blamed you," Lady Ravenclaw smiles and says.

Helena laughs through her tears, a sacred and pure light blossoming on her face.

After a moment, Helena leaned in to whisper something in her mother's ear, and their gazes turned towards Felix Harp not far away.

The two approached, arms linked together.

"Mr. Harp?" Lady Rowena Ravenclaw said.

"Lady Ravenclaw, Helena, congratulations," Felix said.

"Thanks to you, Felix. Otherwise, I might have remained lonely forever," Helena said with a smile, gently tugging her mother's sleeve.

Lady Rowena Ravenclaw looked at him with a gentle gaze. "Thank you very much, Mr. Harp. You saved my daughter."

"Helena and I are friends, and Barro too. I hope they can all find peace..."

"Barro? He's not dead?" Lady Rowena Ravenclaw's expression froze, her gaze sharper than ever before, awe-inspiring.

Helena said with a touch of glee, "That annoying ghost has also become a spirit, but he's not having a good time either. He's been carrying the burden of blood-stained chains. You don't need to trouble yourself with him."

"Is that so?" Lady Rowena Ravenclaw's gaze turned distant.

Felix sensed the magic surging within Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, as if she were doing something he couldn't quite grasp.

Outside the Room of Requirement, extremely secretive magical patterns illuminated one by one. Starting from the eighth floor, they extended outward, floor by floor, down to the first floor...

Tower, seventh floor, sixth floor, continuing downward and outward...

In the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore set down his quill, his expression filled with confusion. He seemed to have been deprived of some of his authority as the headmaster?

No, not deprived, but temporarily borrowed. It was just that the borrower was quite overbearing and hadn't consulted him, the master of the place.

Who had this kind of authority? Dumbledore stood up with a serious expression.

The rotating stairs within the castle began to twist violently, and some suits of armor emitted creaking sounds.

In the underground spaces of Hogwarts, in a secluded and abandoned classroom, the Bloody Baron floated expressionlessly in mid-air.

A gust of wind blew, awakening the desiccated Baron. His expression vacant, he scanned the surroundings, finding nothing.

Inside the Room of Requirement, Lady Rowena Ravenclaw let out a sigh.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have let him come find you."

"Everything's in the past now," Helena whispered softly.

Felix let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, nothing had happened. He was worried that Rowena Ravenclaw might want to avenge her daughter and make Baron disappear directly.

Although both would result in a disappearance, the concept of self-liberation and being turned into a mist were entirely different.

"But... I seem to have found something familiar," Lady Rowena Ravenclaw said. Amid the somewhat puzzled looks of Felix and Helena, a worn-out crown abruptly materialized from the air, dropping onto the white floor.

"Is this your crown?" Helena exclaimed in surprise. "How did it end up here?"

Lady Rowena Ravenclaw stared at the crown. "You're clueless, and how would I know? I found it in a pile of rubbish... What do these young wizards think my laboratory is?"

Felix's gaze remained fixed on the crown. He shifted his perspective just as he did with the diary. Profoundly dark magic, eerily silent.

This was a Horcrux!

"It's containing a fragment of a soul... the despicable magic left behind by Salazar Slytherin?" Lady Rowena Ravenclaw's brows furrowed. "I believe it's called a Horcrux?"

"You know about this?" Felix asked.

"Of course, Salazar was famous in my time as well. Many of his spells, which could be considered wicked, have been widely circulated. But a Horcrux is indeed quite rare."

Lady Rowena Ravenclaw turned her gaze towards Helena. "Who did you give the crown to?"

There will be one more chapter. I'll try to finish this part today.

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