Chapter 153: Helena Ravenclaw
"So...you found the clues that Ravenclaw left behind?"
Half an hour later, Iger pinched his chin and looked at the angrily egg **** in front of him and asked.
"Hmph, I won't tell you!" Egg Tart folded his arms and looked stinky: "Who told you to throw me out."
Iger pouted: "Well... I'm sorry, it was my fault, tell me."
"So perfunctory!" Egg Tart snorted and turned her head away.
"You tell us, how about I just kiss you?" Hermione asked as she put on her clothes and looked at Egg Tart with a smile.
"Emmm...twice!" Egg Tart gestured with her little hand.
"Are you still haggling?" Egger immediately rolled up his sleeves.
"The secret of Ravenclaw" Egg Tart snorted.
"Two, just two." Hermione giggled and hugged the egg **** and kissed it twice. "So, what's the secret?"
"The niche of the Ravenclaw statue is connected to the statue." Egg Tart jumped out of Hermione's hand and paced on the bed: "That means, Ravenclaw doesn't want someone to move later. His own statue, but Ravenclaw, one of the Big Four, will never just want future generations to look up to him."
"Then here comes the problem... I put a crown on that statue, and nothing happened..." Iger looked at the egg **** with some doubts.
"So, before Ravenclaw died, she couldn't see her beloved daughter who died in depression. In this case, how could she think about what legacy to leave behind?" Egg Tart reached out and pointed at a distance: "There is only one truth, That is what she expects most is Helena wearing a crown and standing in front of her, right?"
"For a mother, there is nothing to be angry about when her daughter steals her own crown. Although Helena feels guilty and refuses to face her mother, as a mother, let alone a crown, even if she sacrifices her life for her child It’s definitely not something that can’t be done.”
The egg **** looked like I had discovered the truth: "So, she had something to say to her daughter, so she left this statue inseparable from the niche, and the bronze knocker on the Ravenclaw trapdoor has so far been The questions asked are all questions that don't have a single answer, and I think it's something Ravencarao wants to tell his daughter. Wisdom doesn't necessarily mean you're smarter than others, like Slytherin said. That way, it also represents another layer of meaning…”
"You're actually very smart, you don't have to live in my shadow..."
Iger nodded thoughtfully: "It is rumored that Helena is actually a very good woman, but at that time, everyone only knew the name of Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helena felt that she would always be better than her. But mother, so I stole the crown and wanted to be as good as my mother... or even better."
"But the crown doesn't actually have great power, does it?" Hermione looked at Iger curiously.
"Yes, it's just a feeling of blessing to the soul, it's a bit like a spiritual potion... It might be better to say that it can improve people's inspiration..." Iger nodded: "Helena also discovered this, and began to feel guilty about her mother. Hide the crown from now on."
"The crown does not increase people's wisdom, it only makes people more sensitive. It is not so much the wisdom brought by the crown, but the potential that people have." Iger sighed: "If it can really increase people's wisdom Wisdom, how could Voldemort be willing to make it into a Horcrux, unless of course he is very proud of himself, which is more in line with his usual style."
"So... the correct way to find Ravenclaw is not to put the crown on the statue, but to stand in front of the statue with the crown on?" Hermione suddenly stunned.
"Almost, it should be like this." Iger nodded.
"Then what should we do now?" Hermione turned to look at Iger.
"Hey... Let's go and have a look. I'll go to the north tower to find Ms. Gray..." Iger sighed melancholy and put on his clothes reluctantly.
In the principal's room, Iger appeared in front of the Slytherin portrait with a 'pop'. In the portrait, Slytherin was soundly asleep.
"Hey, wake up!" Iger patted Slytherin's portrait.
"Who is it at night..." Slytherin muttered and opened his eyes, looking at Iger and frowning: "What's the matter?"
"There's news about Ravenclaw." Iger grinned.
"Really? Where?" Slytherin immediately sat up excitedly.
"Ravenclaw Tower, you go first." Iger waved his hand, wrapped the robe around him, and disappeared again with a snap.
In the tower on the north side of Hogwarts, Iger walked slowly in the tower and looked around. He was a little curious, does the ghost need to sleep?
If you sleep, how do you sleep? Floating to sleep?
Soon, Iger found Ms. Gray with a cold face in a cold stone room.
"Good evening, Ms. Gray." Iger smirked and looked at Ms. Gray and waved his hand: "Do you mind having a chat?"
"You are a devil, you don't sleep at night to find me a ghost..." Ms. Gray looked indifferent: "What are you going to do? Suck my soul?"
"Uh..." Iger smiled awkwardly: "How do you know that demons can..."
"I know a lot more..." Ms. Gray fluttered around Iger: "Is there anything you want to do with me?"
"That... I seem... accidentally... found some clues about personality left by Ms. Rowena..." Iger touched the back of his head: "She may have something to say to you..."
"Something...Tell me?" Ms. Gray was stunned, then turned around with a cold face: "What have you to say to me, I shamed my mother, and let that guy tarnish the crown with black magic …”
"It's not like this, the black magic on the crown has been removed by me..." Iger hurriedly waved his hand: "I found the crown and caught Voldemort."
"Have you found the crown?" Ms. Gray turned around and looked at Iger with a straight gaze.
"Yeah, I thought Qiu Zhang and the others should have told you." Iger grinned awkwardly: "I have removed the black magic on it. I have worn it before, and it is of no great use..."
"Yeah, my mother didn't rely on a crown to get the title of wisdom." Ms. Gray raised her chin proudly, and then her eyes drifted to the side with a dim look: "Unfortunately, I know a little late..."
"No, no, it's not too late, I think your mother should have left a message for you, do you want to go see it together?" Iger looked at Ms. Gray tentatively: "If nothing else, it should be her personality. ."
"That's just a personality, not her." Ms. Gray looked at Iger coldly.
"Hey, hey, I'm not happy when you say that. I'll tell you." Egg tarts slammed out of Iger's arms: "What's wrong with personality? Who do you look down on? Personality also has feelings, okay, although There is no soul, but we are the eternal emotions of a certain period of human beings, please apologize to the personality, **** ice girl!"
Iger twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and Ms. Gray's already cold expression became even colder.
Throwing the egg **** back into his arms, Iger looked at Ms. Gray apologetically: "emmm... Although it is very rude to say that, I think what he said is right..."
"But I don't want to go..." Ms. Gray turned around coldly.
Iger was a little annoyed, why is this woman so hypocritical?
"I think since you've inherited the Ravenclaw name..."
"I've given up this surname." Ms. Gray roared suddenly, looking terrifying and not ladylike at all: "Don't mention it to me again!"
"Okay Ms. Ravenclaw." Iger nodded, and a nameless anger jumped up.
Helena glanced at Iger angrily, then sighed helplessly: "You shouldn't have come to me, I'm ashamed of this surname... and I can't inherit it..."
"Blood is thicker than water." Iger looked serious.
"I was adopted..." Helena glanced at Iger.
Iger froze instantly.
This is so embarrassing...
He swallowed dryly, and Iger blinked his eyes: "I'm sorry, I may not have heard clearly, you just said..."
"I was adopted, and my mother never married." Helena turned around and looked at Iger leisurely: "She is too smart, and it is always difficult for people who are too smart to find love."
"My surname is Ravenclaw, not other surnames." Helena said softly, disappointedly: "This is also the reason why I chose to give up inheriting this surname. I was jealous of my mother and committed the unforgivable original sin..."
"But you are her daughter." Iger frowned.
Helena opened her mouth: "I just..."
"Don't be just, damn...Is it so difficult to understand what I say?" Iger suddenly shouted: "You, it's her daughter, right?"
"adopted..."
Iger exploded: "What the hell! Just say if it's true!"
"Y...Yes..." Helena was a little dumbfounded.
"So isn't this the end?" Iger spread his hands: "Is there any difference between my own? What does it matter if I betray or not? Who the **** cares about this?"
"I…"
"shutup!" Iger said, "Isay! shutup!"
Iger panted and looked at Helena angrily: "Just come with me."
Helena seemed to be frightened, and silently floated behind Iger towards Ravenclaw's tower, looked at Iger hesitantly, and Helena opened her mouth.
"Your personality is very similar to Barrow..."
"The one from Slytherin?" Iger asked casually.
"Yeah, when he went to Albania, he was like this before he killed me." Helena said quietly, her voice sounding resentful.
"Understandable." Iger nodded: "Do you know what this means?"
"What?" Helena looked at Iger.
"A hypocritical person, die quickly." Iger pouted.
Helena: "..."
I suddenly felt that my death was worthless, maybe it was Helena's current mood...
"I heard that he wooed you many times?" Iger turned his head curiously.
"Yeah, but I always think he's not sincere enough." Helena's voice was flat: "And I prefer a gentle boy, he's too irritable."
The last sentence is the truth...
"How many times has he wooed?" Iger was a little curious.
"Before I die, ninety-nine times..." Helena said softly, "I originally thought I would agree to wait a hundred times..."
"Hahaha!" Iger laughed three times.
Slytherin's specialty is really licking dogs...
"Do you know what this means?" Iger asked Helena.
Helena was stunned: "What?"
"It's the same sentence just now, hypocritical people die fast." Iger laughed again: "You always feel that people are not sincere and give people hope, but in his eyes, he took ninety-nine steps toward you. , but you don't even take a step, if I were him, I would definitely kill you..."
Looking at Helena's unhappy eyes, Iger spread his hands: "Of course, I'm not as stupid as him, and I won't commit suicide."
"You must not have a girlfriend." Helena seemed to hate Iger's character.
"I'm disappointed, I not only have, but two, and they all love me." Iger grinned: "Those who know how to give deserve to be loved."
Helena looked at Iger sadly: "Maybe you are right."
"I'm so right!" Iger pouted: "The generation gap spanning thousands of years, hell, maybe your era was a little too subtle..."
"At that time... we communicated by letters." Helena muttered in a low voice, "It's very feudal."
"If you want me to say, it's all the fault of feudalism." Iger snorted: "Look now, qq WeChat yy Momo to find out..."
"What is that?" Helena was stunned.
"You don't need to know that much, in short, your death is worth nothing... Hell, none of you ghosts die in a normal way..." Iger muttered, all the way to Ravenclaw's Tower door.
"Open the door." Iger looked at the Raven Knocker expressionlessly.
"Where did the disappeared thing go?" The bronze door knocker sounded cold.
"The world of the dead, do you want me to prove it to you?" Iger raised his eyebrows.
"Thank you, Immin..."
The door opened, Iger walked in, and Helena had already passed through the trapdoor ahead of him.
He took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was already twelve o'clock in the morning. It was dark outside the window. It was difficult to see the stars in the night sky in the British winter, which made Iger feel a little regretful.
Such an important moment, in his opinion, should be a little more romantic, a little more sensational, not just the crackling and burning dry wood in the fireplace.
"You're finally here..." In a mirror on the table, Slytherin looked at Iger and shouted: "Come on, I've been waiting for a long time."
"Long time no see, Mr. Slytherin, you are still so handsome." Helena looked at Slytherin and said hello Yes, long time no see..." Slytherin nodded: "You With Barrow... I'm sorry, forgive me, I've been gone for a long time. "
"It doesn't matter, after all, we have all been dead for a long time." Helena nodded slightly.
It seems that she seems to have a good impression of Slytherin.
"I thought you had left after Helena was born." Iger gave Slytherin a surprised look.
"No, I was very old when I left, Helena was already thirty years old." Slytherin spread his hands: "At that time, my heart was ashes..."
Slytherin's face was full of nostalgia, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the distant time and space, telling Iger the story of the past.
"Okay, let's get started." Iger interrupted Slytherin with a wave of his hand. Slytherin immediately covered his throat stiffly, watching Iger stop talking: "Would you like me to tell my story?"
Iger pouted: "Don't..."