Chapter 417 The Dead Rove
Ravenclaw walked slowly and slowly, his warm, soft, jade-white feet stepped on the lake, causing slight ripples with every step.
Luo Fu also walked on the lake. Although he was not as elegant as her, his feet were icy, and his figure was chic and elegant.
The two walked towards the small island in the middle of the lake, and the young man followed Ravenclaw, two steps away from the beginning to the end, not too close or too far.
A cool breeze blew in, and Ravenclaw's skirt swayed beside her curvy buttocks, and her calf with white skin and jade was looming under the skirt, and there was also a pair of white lotus feet, which were not stained by dust.
Rove silently looked at Ravenclaw, who was beautiful in appearance but out of temperament. She was definitely the most beautiful witch he had ever seen in his life.
Even Helena, who has inherited Ravenclaw's six or seven points of appearance, is beautiful. Compared with her mother, her charm is too different, and she is a bit petty.
Shirley at the age of cardamom, her face that has not yet fully grown, is almost as good as Helena. If she is longer and fuller, she may compete with Ravenclaw.
Fu Rong was slightly inferior to the three of them, but she couldn't stop her from being a half-blood Meiwa, with a natural charming attitude.
Rove was thinking about it for a while, and he didn't even hear Ravenclaw talking to him.
Ravenclaw laughed dumbfounded at the young man's distraction. She raised her volume and asked again:
"Rove, what happened to the Stone of Destiny?"
Rove came back to his senses, he smiled apologetically and said:
"I have asked Cassandra to help me with divination, and she said that there is a magical influence, and I only saw a valley with pyramids and a giant goblin statue.
The exact location is unclear. "
"Pyramids and goblin statues?" Ravenclaw thought for a while and said, "From the description, it is the location of the Kingdom of Nadia."
In this era, goblins have not yet been managed by wizards. Like Muggles in the Middle Ages, they have established large and small autonomous city-states.
There are conquests among the goblin kingdoms, and the relationship with muggles and wizards is not harmonious.
And Nadia is a small elf city-state in Scotland, and the current ruler is Raignac.
"Ragnac is very exclusive. It's very difficult for you, a wizard, to infiltrate Nadia." Ravenclaw suggested: "You can go there in the name of asking for the sword."
"Sword?"
"Yes, Gryffindor once entrusted Ragnac to help him forge a sharp sword." Ravenclaw walked on the waves, and said in a calm tone:
"The magic material comes from a broken sword, which was forged by ancient wizards before the doomsday catastrophe came, and was found by Gryffindor in the ruins.
The goblins still retained part of the skills of the ancient wizards, so he handed it over to Legnut to reforge.
But after Ragnac reshaped the sword, he delayed it again and again, and he didn't intend to return it. You can go to Cadia in the name of taking the sword. "
Rove narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly understood that Ravenclaw was talking about the famous...Gryffindor sword in the future.
Speaking of the ownership of this sword, it also involves a famous case in the history of magic.
That is, after Raignac forged the sword, he liked it very much and wanted to take it for himself, but he couldn't beat Gryffindor, so he spread rumors everywhere that Gryffindor stole its sword.
The rumor was so widespread in goblin society that it still sparked bloody goblin rebellions in the 17th and 18th centuries, 600 years after the sword was forged.
Although Rove is not familiar with this period of history, he has a general understanding. He did not expect that he would become a participant one day.
"Professor, what if there was a conflict with goblins while searching for the Stone of Destiny?" Rove asked:
"Can I fight them?"
Ravenclaw smiled when she heard the words, which brought out her temperament even more, and she said softly, "Your safety is the most important thing."
By implication, killing goblins is not important.
The two finally came to the small island in the lake, and Ravenclaw led Rove through a tall green hedge and into an enclosed garden.
There are no trees in the garden, only a high platform.
Walking through a long section of steps and coming to the high platform, Rove found a well in the center.
"This is the death well made by ancient wizards." Ravenclaw stepped on the smooth marble steps with bare feet, she said calmly:
"Through this death well, you can see the scene of your own death."
Rove was silent for a moment, then frowned and said, "Professor, did you bring me here because you want me to have a look at this well?"
"No," Ravenclaw smiled softly, "Rove, I won't advise you to watch or not to watch, both options have both benefits and risks."
"What do you mean?" Rob asked.
"Seeing a death scene, you learn something about the future," Ravenclaw said, "It may give you hints to prepare in advance.
But your preparations may also become part of the drive to fulfill the prophecy.
It may or may not be beneficial to you to look at it or not...do as you wish! "
Rove thought for a while, and he took a step forward, gently stepped onto the edge of the well, leaned forward slightly, and leaned over to look at the well.
The water in the well was deep, dignified and dark, and a cold breath hit him head-on.
Rove quickly saw a picture:
Two wizards are standing opposite each other, one is the future self, tall, seems to be sixteen or seventeen years old.
There is also a wizard, her back is facing the screen, Rove can't see the front face, but judging from the graceful back, she can be sure that she is... a young witch.
There is also an open chest on the ground.
The young witch held a sword in her hand and suddenly stabbed deeply into Rove's chest. When she took her hand away, the sword remained inside, and he groaned and fell to the ground.
Just when the witch was about to turn around, white mist suddenly rose up, the well became cloudy, and the whole picture was instantly blurred.
"What's going on?" Rove asked quickly, he hadn't seen the witch yet.
"You died." Ravenclaw said calmly: "So the picture disappeared."
"..."
"Professor, I can watch it again." Rove asked.
Ravenclaw shook his head, "Everyone can only look at the death well once, and the second time, it won't show any signs."
Rove frowned, thinking about the identity of the young witch.
Ravenclaw asked suddenly: "Rove...do you know how I died?"
Rove's eyes flickered, and he said, "The history of magic says that you died of illness, but there are also rumors...you were killed by other wizards."
Ravenclaw just smiled silently.
Rove moved his mind and asked, "Have you seen that magic well?"
"Yes." Ravenclaw hung her pair of extremely beautiful jade feet in the cool well water. She raised her feet, and the water dripped down slowly from the toes.
"I have already seen my fate."
Ravenclaw turned to face Rove, and she reached out a hand suddenly, caressing his forehead, her voice was soft and sad.
"Scamander, may Merlin bless you."
Rove was a little at a loss. When he came back to his senses, Ravenclaw's figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
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