Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 283 Helena

The details of the incident are actually not complicated.

The appeal deadline for Buckbeek is fast approaching.

It was the last day of the exam.

But they received information that among those coming, in addition to members of the Committee for the Handling of Dangerous Organisms, there would also be executioners.

This made Harry and his friends very uneasy, as they felt that something was wrong.

Those people seemed to have made up their minds to execute Buckbeak.

They had no intention of waiting for the outcome of the appeal before making a decision.

Harry exchanged a glance with Ron as he finished speaking.

Both of them shared the same worry in their eyes.

Then Harry continued to Dylan, "Although Hermione doesn't want to believe it, we don't really want to believe it either."

"But we think this is very likely, so we plan to prepare for both possibilities."

He paused, his tone becoming firmer: "If they really intend to ignore the appeal outcome and target Buckbeak directly, we'll release Buckbeak ahead of schedule!"

After listening, Dylan put the closed suitcase on the bedside table, then bent down and picked up the coal ball.

He reached out and stroked the little guy's head from top to tail tip, stroking it repeatedly, feeling the soft fur of the little guy in his arms.

Then, he looked up at Harry and asked in a flat tone, "So? You want me to go help?"

"No, no, no, we know you don't like meddling in these things."

Upon hearing this, Harry shook his head vigorously, a hint of nervousness on his face, fearing that Dylan would refuse before he could finish speaking, and hurriedly explained.

"I wanted to ask you to help me retrieve the Invisibility Cloak. Last time I tried to go through the secret passage, I almost got caught by Snape. In my haste, I quickly closed the passage, and the Invisibility Cloak ended up in the secret passage under the statue of the One-Eyed Hunchback Witch."

“I guess Snape might be keeping an eye on that place, but you’ll be fine going. He won’t suspect you.”

After hearing this, Dylan felt that this matter was not too troublesome.

"Oh... okay then, I'll go take a look for you."

The statue of the one-eyed hunchbacked witch is on the fourth floor.

He already needed to travel around a lot lately.

I can just grab it when I pass by; it won't take much effort.

So Dylan nodded and agreed to Harry's request.

"Really? Thank you so much!"

That night.

Dylan and Luna went to the Forbidden Forest first.

However, he did not see the little horseman.

This made him frown.

Dylan originally intended to go directly to the centaur's encampment.

However, since Luna was there, he put the matter aside for the time being.

time flies.

The Saturday morning before exam week.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and a thin layer of mist still hung in the corridor, the air carrying a slight chill.

As usual, Ms. Grey floated by the window in the corridor, quietly gazing at the scenery outside, her figure appearing somewhat hazy in the morning light.

Suddenly, the sound of students' footsteps came from not far away, growing louder as they approached.

Ms. Gray, as was her habit, prepared to leave, wanting to find another quiet place to stay.

After all, she has never liked being disturbed.

Just then, the student spoke up: "Hello, Miss Helena Ravenclaw."

This name has been absent for countless years.

The sound, reaching her ears at that moment, seemed to carry a strange power, causing Ms. Grey's figure to suddenly freeze in mid-air.

She could hardly believe her ears. She slowly turned around and looked at the student with a somewhat unfriendly expression, even a hint of wariness and distance.

However, when her gaze fell on the student, or more precisely, on what he was holding.

She couldn't help but stare in shock, instinctively raising her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"There's no need to be wary of me. I'm here to deliver your mother's belongings, as she instructed."

Dylan held a yellowed parchment in one hand.

The edges of the parchment are worn, indicating that it has been around for quite some time.

On top of the parchment was Rowena's Ravenclaw tiara.

However, the golden crown had lost its luster and was no longer as dazzling as before, and there were some strange marks on it.

It looks like a cockroach turned into water and then imprinted on it.

However, the mark is very faint and cannot be seen at all without careful observation.

"Mother, it's Mother..."

Helena Ravenclaw murmured, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

At that moment, Dylan's figure seemed to completely disappear from her sight, and her entire mind was captivated by the golden crown.

She slowly reached out her illusory hand, wanting to lift the crown that carried countless memories.

But when the fingers pass through the crown without any obstruction.

She suddenly came to her senses and realized that she was already a ghost and could no longer touch real objects as she had in life.

"Where did you find this crown?"

Her words implicitly acknowledged that she was Helena Ravenclaw. However, her tone and expression betrayed this.

She still had doubts in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't have raised this question, nor would she have revealed such complex emotions as if they were reunited after a long separation.

Helena knew perfectly well that Ravenclaw's crown was kept in the Room of Requirement.

But as a ghost, she couldn't possibly enter that place alone.

This means that at least after Voldemort placed the tiara in the Room of Requirement.

Before Dylan took out the crown.

She followed someone into the storeroom of the Room of Requirement and found the crown there.

But how could someone who can discover the Room of Requirement only go in once?

It is not hard to imagine that Helena Ravenclaw, though she may not see this crown at any time, should not have such strong emotions as if she had been away from it for hundreds of years.

"At the Room of Requirement, madam."

Dylan glanced at the empty corridor. Morning light streamed through the windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. It was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing.

"Why don't we go to the secret room left by Mrs. Rowena Ravenclaw and talk in detail? There's still a letter she left for you there." Actually, Dylan didn't need to say it.

Helena's attention was mostly focused on the parchment.

However, in her current state, she was unable to pick up the paper and could only watch helplessly.

Hearing Dylan's words, Helena nodded, and with a flicker, disappeared into the ceiling.

“I’m waiting for you at the door of the House of Requirement.” Her voice came from above, tinged with urgency.

Dylan shook his head helplessly, carefully put the crown and parchment back into his satchel, and strode towards the eighth floor.

He wasn't ready to let Helena meet Ravenclaw directly yet; he would take her to the Secret Chamber and see how she reacted first.

If we kidnap Helena, the school might discover something else.

After all, Helena isn't like Peeves, where no one would care if she disappeared.

When Dylan arrived on the eighth floor.

Walk to the opposite side of the tapestry depicting the giant beating Banaba with a stick.

I walked back and forth in front of the wall three times.

Then, intricate patterns gradually appeared on the wall.

These patterns intertwine to form a doorway unlike any other House of Requirement we usually see, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.

"This is……"

Helena's figure emerged from the wall, looking at the peculiar portal before her with surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"This is the secret chamber left behind by Rowena Ravenclaw, the wisest of the four founders."

Dylan extended his hand, making an inviting gesture.

"please."

Helena was clearly hesitant; her gaze lingered on the doorway for a moment, but ultimately she couldn't suppress her desire and drifted forward.

Passing through that gate, the scene that came into view was not as magnificent as I had imagined, but rather a style that was elegant yet simple.

A row of bookshelves stood against the wall, neatly arranged with many books, some of which had yellowed and curled pages.

The room also contains a series of experimental tables for different purposes, with some manuscript papers scattered on the tables, covered with dense handwriting, which can be seen from the owner's focus when he was doing his research.

The overwhelming sense of familiarity made Helena unable to doubt that this must be her mother's secret room!

Helena slowly floated to a corner of the secret room, next to a bookshelf, where there was a wooden table covered with blank parchment.

She stopped beside the chair, gazing quietly at the set of table and chairs, her eyes filled with nostalgia.

On a pen rack not far from the blank parchment were several quill pens, one of which had ink on it that looked as if it had just been dipped in, showing no signs of drying.

Everything before them seemed as if Rowena Ravenclaw had simply left temporarily.

He could come back at any time and continue writing lines of wisdom on paper.

"This letter was originally placed here."

Dylan took the parchment out of his satchel and gently placed it on the table, on top of the blank parchment.

Helena nodded to him, then floated over to the letter, her mind completely absorbed in the words on the parchment.

Although she could no longer touch these physical objects, she still subconsciously sat down, quietly floating on the chair, intently reading the contents of the letter.

Dylan did not interrupt the mother and daughter's conversation that spanned a thousand years. He slowly walked to another corner and opened a cabinet.

There used to be several robes left by Ravenclaw in the closet, but most of them are now rotten and decayed.

Only a few items that had been enchanted remained intact, but the magical energy fluctuations on them were extremely weak, almost completely dissipated.

Dylan took one of the robes that was still intact from the cabinet, then drew his wand and pointed it at an empty bottle on the table.

As a glimmer of light flashed from the tip of the wand, the empty bottle instantly changed, gradually elongating and taking shape.

It eventually became a solid wood mannequin.

He stepped forward and carefully draped the robe over the mannequin, then took out the crown from his satchel and gently placed it on the mannequin's head.

After doing all that, Dylan took a half step back, examined the mannequin for a moment, then picked up his wand and began to embellish the mannequin's face.

He recalled Rowena Ravenclaw's appearance, waved his wand, and conjured a head of smooth, long hair for the dummy, the strands falling with natural curves.

Then, he gradually refined the mannequin's face, adjusting the contours of its eyebrows, eyes, and nose, striving to make it more closely resemble the image in his memory.

"My mother's eyes weren't this big."

Before anyone knew it, Helena had finished reading the letter and floated behind Dylan.

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

"But it's very profound... You've captured that aspect very well. When she looks at you, you feel that any thought in your mind is laid bare before her eyes."

Dylan blinked, about to say something, but Helena continued.

“That wasn’t the effect of Legilimency—in fact, my mother didn’t like that kind of magic, but Slytherin preferred it—it was a kind of clarity, as if she could see right through everything in the world.”

That being said, Ravenclaw clearly failed to see through his daughter.

Dylan didn't respond, but continued modifying the Ravenclaw statue, only receiving occasional reminders from Helena.

She would point out that the curve of her mother's mouth should be softer and the lines of her cheekbones should be more defined, leaving no detail overlooked.

There is already a Ravenclaw statue in Hogwarts, but it is placed in the common room of Ravenclaw House.

The one before us was completed under Helena's personal supervision, and it will likely be more realistic than the other one.

Unless the statue was made by Rowena Ravenclaw herself.

After completing the final modification, Helena stared at the wooden statue and fell into a long silence.

Although the crown on the wooden statue has lost its former magic, it still exudes a sense of solemnity.

With that ancient robe and a face so similar to Rowena's, it was as if the great witch was truly standing before him.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head and looked at Dylan.

“I don’t know how you removed the black magic from this crown, but thank you for letting me see what this crown should look like, and for my mother’s letter.”

At this moment, Helena had returned to her usual demeanor, aloof and distant.

But the lingering melancholy and sadness in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by an indescribable tranquility, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"But I'm sorry... the world has changed so much, I have nothing left to repay you with."

"But I'm about to leave. Regardless of which college you belong to, since you were able to enter the secret room left by your mother, you must have enough curiosity. Perhaps you'd like to see this letter?"

"Are you leaving?"

Dylan looked surprised; he hadn't expected Helena to make such a decision.

Yes, leave.

Helena gave a faint smile, a smile that carried a sense of relief and a hint of anticipation for the future.

(End of this chapter)