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Chapter 416, Section 414: The Scroll of Wisdom

Chapter 416, Section 414: The Scroll of Wisdom
"A crown?"

Ravenclaw seemed quite interested.

She turned around and saw that Helena's face was as red as a steam engine.

"Mother……"

Helena was a little angry.

I don't think so.

The black cat answered.

"Green!"
I should be outside the door, shouldn't I, Rowena?

Helena was even more embarrassed and annoyed.

“My dear Helena, you are right about this.”

Ravenclaw had a subtle, mischievous smirk on his lips.

She seems to really enjoy teasing Helena.

With a loud bang, the door opened and closed again, and Helena stormed out.

The black cat looked out the door, seemingly understanding something.

If Ravenclaw continues to tease Ms. Helena like this, coupled with Ms. Helena's inscrutable nature...

"This was supposed to be funny for both of them, right?"

After the black cat finished speaking, it opened the door with its tail and followed the cat out.

Ravenclaw's smile faltered slightly.

After a while, a low sigh was heard from inside the room.

Outside, the garden was filled with all kinds of flowers, purple, white, and pink, creating a lush and vibrant scene.

Helena lingered in the center of the flower, all alone.

On the trellis surrounded by green vines, a black cat appeared on the copper basin and slowly walked to Helena's shoulder.

"Does love make people stupid?"

"The black cat said."

“You should stay inside, Green.”

Helena was silent for a moment before speaking.

The black cat didn't speak, it just curled up on Helena's shoulder.

They watched as the streams converged, the first snow melted, and rays of sunlight fell on the tips of the green grass on the soil.

Helena pursed her lips, realizing that she might be a little weak.

She wanted to ask someone for help, especially when it was on her shoulder.

It's not about asking for its blessings, just being like this, not leaving, not disappearing, just staying with it is enough.

This was something that had never happened before in her long life.

"Headmaster Dumbledore said it was the greatest magic ever."

It is so difficult that it often leads to difficulties.

The black cat said its voice arrived with the sunset.

"You think I'm wrong?"

Helena said.

"I'm on your side."

The black cat thought for a moment and then said.

Helena remained silent for a long time, gazing blankly at the sunset-covered horizon, where mist blurred the distant forest.

“You’re leaving, but you still have many questions you don’t understand, Green.”

Helena said.

"I already know."

The black cat displayed a rare air of confidence, as it always believed itself to be inadequate.
Isn't it ridiculous that wisdom is in a crown, not in a book?

As a gust of wind blew, its form vanished into the mist, leaving Helena's shoulder still warm.

"You've made a very good friend, dear Helena."

In the distance, Ravenclaw's figure came into view as dusk fell.

“You’ve found a fine successor, Ravenclaw.”

Helena was still indignant.

“Well, darling, you know, wisdom hasn’t given me any advantage in love.”

Ravenclaw said,
"I want you to know that I once went against my reason and moral boundaries, disregarding the tragedies that happened and my past convictions—I have put all of that behind me."

I did this in the past, and I should do it now. I'm trying to learn to love you. Would you like to join me?

……

Ravenclaw bedroom.

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the sky-blue curtains, and not far away, Sheen woke up.

He first wrote down the words in bold strokes in his notebook: 【One hour and seven minutes】

Then, filled with joy, I looked towards the distance.

He knew he had nothing to worry about the two Ravenclaw ladies, and he also knew that he might have found the true wisdom of Ravenclaw.

As he said, isn't it ridiculous that wisdom isn't in books but in a symbolic crown?
As for those books, he had seen some ancient texts in the Ravenclaw workshop, and more importantly, he had seen even more special parchment.

Early morning. The weather is clear and sunny, with a pleasant breeze blowing gently.

Sheen, wrapped in a scarf, walked down a corridor rarely frequented by wizards.

He always woke up very early, so much so that when he arrived at Hope Hut, only an owl picture was awake.

However, he still needed to hurry, as Hermione, Ron, and Justin would arrive shortly.

Good morning, Mr. Owl.

Sheen said.

"Good morning... Go inside quickly, clever little wizard."

Mr. Owl was still chattering away.

"Can I make some requests in this room?"

Sheen asked.

"That's for sure—only for you—but do you know what you need?"

Mr. Owl chuckled and puffed out his chest.

"I would like to see the parchment you have preserved."

Sheen said.

"what……"

The owl's gold-rimmed spectacles fell off, and its face showed a strained expression. It gripped the parchment tightly and said hastily...

"This parchment, oh, this parchment, are you sure you want it? It's very old and very worn..."

It racked its brains, seemingly not wanting Sheen to get it.

"Didn't you say I could make some requests?"

Sheen asked.

“Clever little wizard! Of course you…”

Mr. Owl was getting a little flustered.

"Okay, if you don't want to."

"Sheehan said in a low voice. He didn't think his guess was wrong, but Mr. Owl seemed uncomfortable, and he thought he might wait a while before saying it."

"Of course I do!"

Mr. Owl, in a fit of rage, started pecking at the border again.

"Do you know how long I've been with it? Twelve centuries! My God! Twelve centuries!"

Countless wizards wanted it, but they were all wrong.

Even Tom is the same; they chase after a magnificent crown—which, of course, has some effect…

Now that you've found it, you're going to take it, and I should be happy...

"Mrs. Ravenclaw's request has been fulfilled..."

As Mr. Owl spoke, tears began to fall.

"Sorry, Mr. Owl."

Sheen felt this was a bit cruel and forced Mr. Owl to separate from the parchment.

"You really want it?"

Mr. Owl asked again.