Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 110 The Death of the Blood Man Barrow

The roar of the Blood Man Barrow even crossed Hogwarts Castle and reached Mordhogg Village.

But Damon's voice was louder than his.

With the amplification spell, his voice resounded throughout the entire castle.

"Barrow the Blood Man, Helena has already told you the way to atone for your sins. If you still insist on staying in this world, I can only assume that everything before was just a disguise, and that you became a ghost not to atone for your sins to Helena!"

You're just afraid of Ms. Rowena's retaliation, so you've chosen a way to ensure your survival with dignity!

Damon was just making things up, but Helena couldn't help but exclaim in "shock" after hearing it:

"Is this true? Blood Man Barrow, did you commit suicide after killing me because you were afraid of my mother's wrath? It wasn't like they said, that you died from guilt for accidentally killing your lover?"

"No, Helena. No, of course I'd be willing to die for you!"

Barrow's face turned even uglier.

"What's going on here?"

As he waited expectantly, Professor McGonagall stepped forward and inquired.

"This has nothing to do with you or anyone else. This is a matter between Blood Man Barrow and Helena. Please, no one, no ghost, step forward!"

Damon waved his wand without hesitation, keeping everyone a meter away!
Peeves tried to dash into the crowd, but a gust of wind blew him to the other side of Hogwarts Castle.

He looked at the blood-soaked Barrow again. "Is this your purpose? To use them as an excuse to run away? But let me tell you, with me here, you won't succeed!"

Bloody Barrow completely ignored Damon.

He simply stared at Helena, noticing the shock in her eyes, and sighed deeply.

"I understand. I understand. Stop looking at me like that. If this is what you want, then I'll just disappear."

"what!!!"

The ghost roared furiously at the sky, then looked 'affectionately' at Helena:
"Helena, I hope you are happy. Also, I'm sorry, I love you."

The transparent body shimmered with points of light.

The silver bloodstains that had remained unchanged for a thousand years began to fade.

The Blood Man Barrow's burly body stood upright, then bent down under Helena's gaze.

The light spots on his body exploded, merging with the starlight in the sky, leaving everyone with only the deep sigh of the blood-soaked Barrow.

Helena stared intently, not allowing herself to waver. Her skirt was gripped tightly in her hands, no longer fluttering. The resentment in her eyes was no longer building, but was covered by complex emotions.

"Barrow has ascended to heaven."

"Actually, I quite like him. He's the one who always helps us drive away the mischievous ghosts."

"Ha, it'll be quieter now that one less noisy guy is around, won't it?"

The voices of the ghosts echoed in the square, but Damon remained unmoved.

"Now that you've seen the excitement, please leave."

Damon didn't like their sarcastic remarks.

He waved his wand, and everyone was separated. The professors stared wide-eyed at the wand in the boy's hand and the endless stream of magic, to the point that they were all terrified.

Even McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick, three powerful wizards who already knew about Dumbledore's apprenticeship, were still awestruck by the magical source before them—"It was as if Dumbledore himself were there."

"But his way of doing things is far more domineering than Dumbledore's."

Snape continued to add to Professor McGonagall's ramblings, and was quickly glared at by her and Professor Flitwick.

In any case, the area above the castle fell silent again.

The sounds of agitation from the young wizards drifted from afar—a bunch of mischievous kids, too hot to even join in the fun.

Professor McGonagall's stern voice rang out in the castle, followed by the sound of boys and girls running.

Helena, hearing these sounds, stopped floating in the air and sat down next to Damon, hugging her knees.

"You said that Blood Man Barrow was really like that? Even his love for me was just an illusion. He killed me by mistake and committed suicide because he was afraid of my mother's punishment."

"Who knows—I only know that he did something irreparable wrong, so he is an enemy in my eyes—and I will not show any mercy to an enemy."

If you're inclined to believe this, you could treat it as the truth.

Damon reached out and stroked Helena's hair—though he couldn't touch it, and Helena couldn't feel it either.

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels like touching a cloud, cool and soft, very comfortable." Helena smoothed her long hair, her gaze towards Damon unusually gentle:

"Thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to make up my mind to look at them. Until Barrow disappeared, they were still lamenting his departure."

"To hell with them—they're just petty, low-class thoughts—when Blood Man Barrow was around, most of them were terrified of him and wished he would disappear."

But when he actually disappears, these same people will jump out and say a few good things about him—don't you think that's stupid?

"Yes, you are indeed smarter than them."

Helena smiled—and perhaps no one knows that this was the first time she had smiled in a thousand years.

It was magnificent, its brilliance even surpassing the bright moon in the sky and exceeding the 'light' left behind by the Blood Man Barrow.

But nobody cares.

Anyway, Damon doesn't care at all.

But Helena liked that he didn't care.

"So, do you still think I'll become the next Dark Lord?"

"No, but—I think you might be even scarier than him."

"What do you mean?"

“Barrow the Blood Man hesitated. I could tell he didn’t want to die.”

No matter how much I curse his existence, he won't leave until I truly forgive him.

"It's like a piece of chewing gum made of dung." Damon shook his head.

"So I also learned to disguise myself." Helena gazed at the sky.

"Hmm, you're not bad at pretending. Otherwise, this shameless guy probably wouldn't be willing to die. After all, he did such a thing to you, yet he still has the nerve to live on under the pretext of trying to win you back."

For a thousand years he's been wailing and howling, offering no recourse; it's a wonder he can deceive himself.

"Did you guess it?"

"Is it that hard? In your heart, you still believe that he loves you, right? Not just you, but he's the kind of person who makes even your mother feel that he loves you to the core. In any case, his love should be impossible to fake."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too, but after what just happened, I'm a little unsure now."

If he truly loved me, how could he bear to kill me? Perhaps he simply felt he could possess me, and subconsciously he had already made me his own.

So, in the Albanian forest, in a situation where it was just the two of us, when I disobeyed him, he must have been so angry that he wanted to kill me.

"."

"Tell me, did he commit suicide out of remorse, or, as you say, out of fear of my mother holding him accountable?"

"That's no longer important. What's important is that from now on you forget all of this and live well—although I don't know if you can still be considered alive as a ghost."

Damon got up from the tower and patted off imaginary dust from his trousers.

"you are leaving?"

Helena was somewhat reluctant to part with him.

“Of course, if we stay any longer it will be time for the night tour. Didn’t you say I should be careful? So let’s start by not violating the rules of the night tour.”

"Have you always been like this, only adopting others' opinions when they are in your own interest?"

Watching Damon's departing figure, Helena couldn't help but spit.

"What a nasty fellow."

but.

It was precisely because of his personality that she was able to hate him so thoroughly.

Helena leaped from the top of the tower, making the empty space around her even larger, as if Damon were still sitting there.

She floated silently in the air.

Her skirt moved even though there was no wind.

She looked at the bright moon overhead, not needing to think that the Blood Man Barrow might be watching her from a corner, nor needing to think about that annoying tragedy.

the first time.

She felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)