Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 304 Rowena: Find a way to let me out; Helga: I will definitely come back to see you often.

Indeed, judging from the current situation, the seals seem to be in pretty good condition, and that dream demon might really be a coincidence.

Rice comforted himself, and with Helga saying she would check the seal's condition when she had time, he felt relieved.

The three sat around the table and chatted. To ease the atmosphere, Hufflepuff brought out some snacks and drinks, which made Rice even happier.

Looking at the scene before them, Hufflepuff recalled the days when they had just established Hogwarts. After a day's work, the four of them would sit around the table, chatting and joking with each other.

She thought she would never see such a scene again in her life, but now it has been mostly realized in another form. It's just a pity that the table, which can accommodate four people, is missing one person.

When Helga revealed her true feelings, Ravenclaw didn't react much, but Rice started sweating profusely.

He glanced at Rowena first, then at Helga, and then thought about their reactions when he saw them and what they did to him after they met.

After that, he felt it was better to postpone the search for Godric, because knowing his old friends' nature, once he found Godric, they would probably fight him again...

It wasn't that he was afraid of that guy, but based on his experience just now, dealing with Rowena and the slacking-off Helga was already quite difficult. If Godric were added to the mix, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"That Godric guy said he went to see you—have you seen him?" Rowena glanced at Rice.

Rice shook his head.

"A thousand years have passed..." A hint of sorrow appeared on Helga's face. Although she didn't finish her sentence, her meaning was clear.

Rice shook his head again: "The three of us are still alive, so it would be a bit presumptuous to conclude that Godric is already dead."

"That's true." Helga nodded slightly. "Maybe he's like me, just accidentally stepped into a ruin and then you brought him a thousand years into the future."

Rice: ...

He felt that such a coincidence was impossible in the world.

"Why don't we just get Trelawney to do a divination? You know, the divination professor at the school is a descendant of the Trelawney family now."

Ravenclaw looked up, and Hufflepuff's eyes widened.

The three people present had all experienced the Trelawney family's divination abilities and knew that this family had real skills.

"I've never heard of this before!" Helga exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent. "Are they really from the Trelawney family?"

Ravenclaw: ?

"I remember you're a professor, aren't you? How come you haven't gotten to know all your colleagues even after several days of school?" Rowena thought this was a bit absurd.

"To avoid contaminating her third eye, she has always stayed in the West Tower and rarely ventured out," Rice explained to Professor Trelawney.

"I see!" Helga slapped his thigh and immediately said he would visit the fortune teller at the West Tower in a while. Rowena wholeheartedly agreed: a descendant of the Trelawney family should indeed make a special trip to pay him a visit.

Trelawney herself had no idea that she suddenly had two fans who trusted her a lot in the castle.

Seeing that the two seemed to have too high expectations for Trelawney, Rice quickly poured some cold water on them: "However, this Trelawney doesn't seem to perform as consistently as her ancestor; most of the time she's just swindling and cheating."

Helga and Rowena exchanged a glance: That's it, that's the flavor! Judging from the effects of the curse, this descendant of the Trelawney family has very pure blood.

Outsiders' trust in Sybil Trelawney was spiral-shaped. Those completely ignorant of divination were easily fooled by her, but those who gained some understanding of it would see her as a fraud. Yet, when someone truly understood divination as deeply as Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, they would trust her implicitly.

Misled by the Trelawney family's curse, Helga and Rowena will likely have a hard time seeing Trelawney's true abilities.

Seeing the expressions on his two old friends' faces, Rice realized they hadn't heard a single word he said. He could only smile helplessly: once Helga experiences it for herself, she'll believe him.

After chatting for a while longer, seeing that it was getting late, Rice and Helga left the seal together. Before leaving, Hufflepuff took Ravenclaw's hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and said that she would definitely come back to see her in a couple of days and continue chatting with her.

"You don't necessarily have to come down to see me... Think of a way to let me out." Rowena felt that it was better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Why don't you find a way to release me from the seal? That way we can see each other every day.

Helga immediately shut up. After a long while, she said like a broken record, "Royna, you can stay in the seal in peace. I will definitely come down to see you in a couple of days. I'll try to figure out if I can make food that even ghosts can taste."

Ravenclaw: ...

Do you not want me to leave at all?!

Hufflepuff: How could that be? You're my best friend, and I'm heartbroken that you've stayed behind in the seal. But the seal is a sacred place, of utmost importance, requiring a wizard of both wisdom and strength to guard it—who else but you could do it?

After waving to Rowena, Helga pulled Rice out of the seal quickly.

After stepping out of the seal, she breathed a sigh of relief: Rowena looked pitiful while inside the seal, but once this bored woman who was almost going crazy was out of the seal, it would be her and Salazar who would be the ones to suffer! Perhaps even the current headmaster Dumbledore would be taken along.

However, as the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility, and Dumbledore may not necessarily be able to clean up the mess Rowena has made.

After leaving the dungeon, Rice and Helga parted ways. Rice headed towards the lounge of his academy, while Helga went straight to the West Tower.

Upon entering the Slytherin common room, Rice immediately spotted Daphne sitting in the corner.

At this moment, the little girl was slumped in an armchair, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking like a salted fish stranded on the shore.

Rice couldn't help but wonder: what could have caused this lively little guy, who was as energetic as a fire dragon, to turn into this state?

Upon closer inspection, Rice discovered that she was doing homework assigned by the professors, and judging from the appearance, it was the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework assigned by Helga.

Rice's footsteps didn't bring Daphne back to her senses; she only realized who it was when Rice sat down next to her.

The girl's eyes lit up immediately.

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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