Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 108 Helena and the Blood Man Barrow

The Auror training wasn't difficult. At least not for Damon.

More often than not, he felt like he was doing a cloze test; he only needed to use his magic on the corresponding spells to achieve extraordinary results and thus obtain perfect outcomes.

No magical creation could see through his combination of the Refraction Charm and the Disillusionment Charm. Not to mention them, even Moody, who had a panoramic view from above, would not have been able to find him unless he deliberately sought him out.

This means that, under normal circumstances, Damon can go anywhere he wants to investigate any information.

He mastered the stealth level with almost no learning – although his method wasn't exactly standard in Moody's opinion.

But just tell me whether the task is completed or not.

However, the courses related to reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, although he learned them very smoothly, were indeed very useful to him, and were not just a formality.

After just a few training sessions, the way his teammates looked at him completely changed—everyone had the same realization: this guy named Caliban Mortos was incredibly strong.

He's a born Auror!
Nevertheless, even a born Auror has his troubles.

"Don't even think about it!"

Inside the Auror office, Mad-Eye Moody's roar was deafening.

"Can't you be a little less rigid? Try to be a little more flexible."

"No way! What do you take Auror training for?! What do you take Aurors for?!"

Moody looked at Damon seriously and warned him, word by word:

"Three years of training, not a single day can be missed. Don't try to pull any tricks on me!"

Damon had to return empty-handed once again.

Three years is too long, and he wanted to shorten the Auror's training cycle, but clearly, Moody disagreed.

The old Auror was very stubborn, and Amelia was unwilling to help him in this matter—they both agreed that even if they moved slower, it would be a good thing for Damon.

On this matter, the two reached a consensus that they were unwilling to make things easier for Damon.

But Damon is not one to give up easily.

"Let's grind it slowly."

After finishing half a day of training, Damon put the theoretical assignments related to reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance into his suitcase, left the Ministry of Magic, and Apparated to Hogwarts.

He was a little nervous the first time he did it, but now he's quite adept at it.

"No matter how many times, the feeling of apparitions is really unpleasant."

The portraits in the principal's office were all asleep, except for Phoenix Fox, who nodded reservedly to Damon after seeing him.

Hogwarts was relatively quiet at eight o'clock in the evening, with only the occasional laughter of children and shouts of Filch coming from the corridors somewhere.

Damon was too lazy to slowly climb the stairs, so he went to the window and jumped down. The stone railing on the windowsill quickly deformed, carrying him all the way to the top of the tower.

"You're still here."

Damon leaped down from the stone railing and landed lightly on top of the tower, looking at the blue ghost floating beside him.

"You seem to be very busy lately? I don't see you often at school."

The blue ghost gazed at the moon in the sky, her eyes filled with loneliness. Ever since her last experience, Helena had fallen in love with the moonlight and often came to this place, even though the person who brought her to see the moonlight did not always appear.

"While you're still young, do as much as you can, so you won't be stuck with a life of constant toil when you're old."

Damon sat down, placed his hands on the stone platform, looked at the bright moonlight, and gently exhaled.

The starlight on summer nights is truly beautiful, but he rarely wastes his time on such useless pastimes.

"Do you crave glory?" Helena looked at him and asked softly.

"It might be an exaggeration to say I crave it, but I'm not ashamed to admit it—I do enjoy the feeling of being respected."

"Then you should be careful, because while glory is wonderful, it can also lead people astray and cause them to do things that cannot be undone."

"It seems there's some sad story behind this?"

"I'm not making this up; you should take it more seriously."

Will you keep this a secret?

"If you want to say something that can't be known by others, I will of course keep it a secret."

As he said this, he still looked up at the moon, his tone calm.

It's not a promise, but it's better than one.

"In the forests of Albania, the moonlight is always just as serene, even more deathly still."

She looked sorrowful, but once she started, everything flowed smoothly, like a stream of air flowing spontaneously.

"You should have already guessed who I am?"

"You are Helena."

“Thank you,” she said, a relieved smile on her face as she looked at Damon, grateful that he hadn’t mentioned the last name that bothered her. “But I am also Ravenclaw, Rowena Ravenclaw’s daughter.”

Damon listened silently, knowing what was about to happen. To be honest, the story was both melodramatic and absurd, but when the victim appeared before him in this way, everything became incredibly real.

“I grew up surrounded by flowers and applause, but no matter how hard I tried, they would only call me ‘Royna’s daughter.’ No matter how big or small my achievements were, people only saw my background and thought it was only natural for ‘Royna’s daughter’ to do all this.”

My mother always told me that, as a Ravenclaw, my intelligence was inherently superior, and in her view, it was only natural that her daughter could achieve all of this.

"But I'm already trying my best. I'm trying to maintain everything and stay good, but the older I get, the bigger the gap between me and my mother's past achievements becomes."

By the time I was fifteen, I had mastered almost all high-level magic, but at the same time, my mother had already become famous throughout the magical world.

Damon listened quietly, deeply agreeing—in the face of true genius, the efforts of ordinary people are the least worth mentioning.

Moreover, geniuses often work even harder than you.

You simply cannot surpass them in any way, because they are far more focused, harder-working, and more talented than you.

“One day, I finally realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never catch up with my mother’s achievements, and the title of ‘Royna’s daughter’ would stay with me for the rest of my life.”

I was desperate, so I stole my mother's crown, because it could grant wisdom. I hoped that my mother would lose her crown, while I would gain its power, and that by doing so, I might be able to surpass her.

I will be smarter and more famous than my mother.

She covered her face sadly, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

"They said that my mother never admitted that the crown was missing; she always pretended that the crown was still there."

She even concealed her loss from several other founders of Hogwarts, and from my terrible betrayal.

Later, my mother fell ill—very ill.

Although I had done something unfilial and unjust, she still desperately wanted to see me again—she sent a man to find me.

That man loved me for a long time, but I rejected him. My mother knew he wouldn't give up until he found me.

As Helena finished speaking, a male ghost with mottled silver bloodstains on his robe quietly appeared not far behind the two of them.

He listened to all of this quietly, his expression sorrowful.

(End of this chapter)