Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 216 Rowena and Helena

"Uncle Salazar, do you think Mom will be very angry?"

Although she was already prepared, Helena still couldn't help but feel nervous as the two of them approached the dungeon where Rowena was.

The mistakes she made would be hard to forgive even for her own daughter, let alone for her adopted daughter from the same clan.

Rice hesitated for two seconds, then felt that Helena was probably overthinking it. No matter how angry Rowena was, her anger should have subsided after a thousand years. Besides, she had been trying to cover for Helena while she was alive, even lying to her old friends—Rice believed Helena was traveling the world until his "death."

"I am a sinner..." Helena continued to mutter beside Rice, "It was my vanity that led me to make a mistake." In front of Rice, Helena could shed her usual pretense and unabashedly expose her most vulnerable side.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright," Rice comforted her gently. "You're a ghost now, Rowena can't do anything to you... she shouldn't be able to."

Helena: ...

Uncle Salazar's response left her unsure how to reply, but what he said seemed to make some sense.

After much deliberation, Helena finally sighed, "I'd rather be beaten up by my mother."

Now it was Rice's turn to fall silent—he had indeed been beaten by Rowena.

"The women of your Ravenclaw family are all such a nuisance." He couldn't help but rub his forehead.

Helena looked at Rice with confusion, not understanding why he suddenly said such a thing.

Soon, they arrived at the castle dungeon and reached the entrance to the seal.

"Are you ready? You can still turn back now." Before breaking the seal, Rice made a final confirmation to Helena.

Helena's ghostly form became less transparent. This is an interesting characteristic of ghosts; their emotional changes can be observed very directly.

After taking two deep breaths, Helena calmed down, a determined look shining in her eyes: "Please help me break the seal, Uncle Salazar, I'm ready."

After the seal is broken, it will be his mother, and he will go to see her!

At that moment, Helena even felt her heart, which had been stagnant for thousands of years, start beating again.

Rice broke the seal, and then saw that familiar figure not far from it—Ravenclaw was still lingering near the seal entrance, doing something unknown.

Upon seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, Helena's spirit, who was following behind Rice, began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Salazar, what brings you here?" Ravenclaw turned around to look at Rice with curiosity as he approached, and then she froze.

The ghostly face standing behind Rice was so familiar...

This was the first time Rice had ever seen such a complex expression on a human face. Contrary to all of Helena's expectations, Ravenclaw remained silent for two seconds before speaking in a calm tone, "Ah, you've come."

There was no blame, no sadness, no anger, just a simple greeting, as plain as water, yet it brought large, pearl-like tears to Helena's eyes.

She swept past Rice like a gust of wind, rushing towards her mother and embracing her. The ghost of Rowena held her just as Helena had when she was a child, and closed her eyes.

Rice quietly took a few steps back, giving the mother and daughter, who had been separated for a thousand years, some space of their own.

A little while later, a gentle breeze brushed through Rice's hair. Rice turned around and found Rowena and Helena standing side by side behind him.

"Finished talking?"

"Yes." Rowena nodded. "Thank you, Salazar."

"We've become estranged," Rice shook her head.

"Nana told me a lot..." Rowena hesitated for a moment, "You mean she is...?"

Rice nodded and shared his speculation with Ravenclaw. He didn't want Helena to die under mysterious circumstances, nor did he want Barrow to bear the blame.

Upon learning that his daughter had been murdered for money, Ravenclaw couldn't help but purse his lips.

"Don't worry, I will find the descendants of the murderer from back then, and then I will settle the score with them." Rice waved his hand and made a promise to Ravenclaw.

He saw through Ravenclaw's heart—this woman, though cold on the outside, was warm on the inside and actually cared deeply for her adopted daughter. More importantly, how could she, with her strong will, possibly swallow this insult? If he didn't agree to help her, who knew what kind of trouble she might cause!

If Rice breaks the seal in his quest for revenge, is he going to go down and block the door himself?

What is Ravenclaw incapable of doing?

"Thank you." After hearing Rice's promise, Rowena thanked him again, which was extremely rare for her.

"The capable should do more!" Rice didn't mince words, directly classifying himself as the "capable" among the four.

Rowena's face twitched: A capable person? You?!

But upon closer reflection, it does seem to make some sense: Godric and Helga's fates are unknown, he himself is trapped in the seal, while Salazar is still alive and kicking, and the old tree is sprouting again in spring.

Rowena Ravenclaw suddenly became somewhat withdrawn.

While Rice and Ravenclaw were talking, Helena stood quietly to the side and listened to their conversation. Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, she took the initiative to start another topic.

"So, Uncle Salazar, how did you do that? A thousand years have passed, and my mother and I have both become ghosts, but you've turned into a child?"

Ravenclaw is also very interested in this question.

"You should know about the origins of wizards," Rice said slowly, glancing at Ravenclaw. "I obtained a small fragment of the Origin and used it to concoct a special potion that allows me to enter a long period of hibernation, during which I gradually rejuvenate."

Rowena's eyes widened.

The origin of magic comes from a meteor shower.

A magical meteor fell to Earth, and the world's first species with magical powers were born. Magic began to sprout from that moment.

Some humans consumed magical animals or their carcasses, while others found magical meteors and merged with them, forming the first wizards and gods. They passed on this talent, allowing magic to flourish across the earth.

Compared to wizards, gods, under the influence of magical meteorites, enjoy near-eternal lifespans—this is the power of the "Origin Fragments." This power may come at a price, but given its numerous benefits, almost no one can refuse it.

However, as time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult to obtain meteorite fragments with magical properties. The fragment in Rice's area might be the last Origin fragment in the world.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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