I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"impossible."

"How long have you not noticed this painting?"

John said calmly, "Maybe after you drove yourself out of the painting, there will be no more."

Helena's face darkened and she sneered, "Ravenclaws don't take unimportant things to heart."

"No matter how smart a person is, it's impossible to find it," John shook his head slightly, "Helena is such an arrogant and conceited person."

Feeling insulted, Helena was about to get angry when she saw John coming to the painting.

He tapped the painting and listened to the sound.

“It’s empty behind here.”

"what?"

Helena flew over, and John was already stroking his chin and saying, "Maybe a password can open it. Do you have any password?"

"No!" Helena said unhappily, "You can try the famous quote you saw."

"That makes sense." John nodded and said, "Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."

The painting didn't move, so John tried a few more ideas, but all failed.

"Greedy predator." Helena spoke, and when she saw John looking at her, she said angrily, "This is the hidden meaning of Ravenclaw."

"Well, it seems there's nothing you can do, Helena." John shrugged.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the picture frame open, revealing a tunnel leading to the depths behind it.

John blinked.

The password is Helena?

So he smiled at Helena and said, "No matter how smart a person is, he can't find it."

Helena also expressed surprise at the password.

She had never expected that Rowena Ravenclaw would use her daughter's name as a password.

Thinking of this, she fell silent.

"Perhaps Ravenclaw doesn't value you as little as you think."

John walked into the doorway and asked Helena, "Can you come in?"

"can."

Helena floated inside.

Behind the doorway are rows of bookshelves shrouded in bright light.

"Look, her pursuit of knowledge." Helena felt complicated when she saw this scene.

Until her death, my mother was still pursuing knowledge.

But John frowned and stared blankly ahead.

His system didn't prompt.

This is not Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets.

...

Chapter 578 Supreme Wisdom, Mother

Although it is a small transparent system, it has no presence most of the time.

But there is one thing the system does very well: it will diligently remind you.

However, after John entered the secret room, he did not hear the system prompt sound.

This meant that the place he was in was not Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets.

Going to the bookshelf, John took down a book.

He originally thought that this was just an ordinary magic book.

But when I opened it, I found it was filled with notes.

I opened the next book and the same thing happened.

At a glance, he realized that the books here were probably those in which Rowena Ravenclaw had made notes.

The knowledge in those books will be verified and practiced by Ravenclaw, and the errors will be corrected.

With such a huge workload, Ravenclaw's knowledge reserves in various fields have reached an astonishing level.

Although Helena is a ghost, she has the ability to turn pages of books.

Seeing her mother's handwriting, she felt as if she was not in a bookshelf, but in a cage.

This is the cage called knowledge, endless knowledge that trapped his mother.

She walked slowly through bookshelf after bookshelf.

"You've proved that you're smarter than me." Helena laughed at herself, "I never discovered this place."

"Have you never done so, or are you unwilling to do so?" John went straight to his heart.

For nearly a thousand years, Helena walked to every corner of Hogwarts.

"Do you hate this painting?" John put the book back, "or are you afraid? Afraid of seeing such a scene?"

"Yes, I'm afraid." Helena said in a depressed mood, "Knowledge is indeed the most important thing in her eyes."

She took out a book and looked at the notes on it.

“I’m not on this.”

As the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, she still couldn't compete with precious knowledge.

Helena said: "This proves everything."

"Not necessarily." John shook his head and pointed to the end of the small library.

Helena looked over and saw a painting hanging at the end.

The moment she saw the painting, Helena's eyes widened in disbelief.

"how come……"

The woman in the painting has long black hair. She has an intoxicating beauty and a wisdom that impresses everyone.

Without the crown that symbolized wisdom, the woman looked at Helena lovingly.

Helena murmured to herself, "Mother."

Rowena Ravenclaw.

One of the founders of Hogwarts has a painting of her left here.

Seeing her daughter, Rowena smiled and said, "I've been waiting for you, Helena."

"Wait for me?" Helena was puzzled.

"Helena." John came to her side, looked at the painting and said, "I think this is you."

Helena saw, next to Ravenclaw, a girl as delicate as a doll.

The girl saw Helena and hid behind Ravenclaw in fear.

That was her, the little Helena whom he had driven away.

"Are you taking care of her?" Helena had a complicated expression.

After being driven away, little Helena came into this painting.

Ravenclaw is taking care of her daughter, even in a painting.

At that moment, something crystal seemed to flash across the corners of Helena's eyes.

Do ghosts shed tears?

John looked at the painting and said, "The real secret room should be behind this painting."

"Do you know the password?"

Helena said, "Treasure."

The little Helena in the painting said crisply, "The password is correct."

That was what Helena heard from Ravenclaw when she was a child.

treasure.

Precious things.

When she was little, she always thought it would be her.

The painting slowly opened, revealing a door.

The familiar door made Helena afraid to approach.

John walked over, stretched out his hand and slowly pushed it open.

That's a room.

There are childish toys and a princess-like dressing table inside.

The blue ceiling is painted with star patterns.

A cradle was placed there.

On the walls around, there are portraits of little Helena.

[Ding, Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets is found]

John stopped and stood at the door, thinking about something.

"I've always wanted to tell you." The Ravenclaw portrait walked in, "You are the most precious to me."

Ravenclaw looked at Helena lovingly, "You surpass everything I have ever learned, Helena."

This is what Ravenclaw's knowledge is.

Knowledge as a mother.

Learn to love.

Helena walked in and reached through the things that had been used by her.

From the first babbling to the later escape.

She hated portraiture because her mother would paint her when she was a child.

When she realized that she could not surpass the position of knowledge in her mother's heart, she never stayed.

And all that happened in the past is in that room.

Myself in a wizard robe, myself reading a book, myself being naughty.

In each portrait, Helena seems to have lost track of time.

Until the last painting, his mother, Ravenclaw, stood beside him.

"I'm sorry, Helena," Ravenclaw said, "It wasn't until you left that I realized the highest wisdom was to love you."

"Mother."

Helena smiled, and tears like smoke rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

These are the tears of a ghost, like drifting silver light.

John reached out and caught it. It was light and had no texture.

"It's me. I shouldn't be so willful," Helena cried, "I shouldn't be jealous, I shouldn't be angry, I shouldn't see you."

"Helena, there's nothing wrong with this." Ravenclaw opened his arms and walked out.

The Ravenclaw in the portrait stepped out of the canvas, a silvery-white glow emanating from her.

Gently hugged her daughter.