A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

There has been no change.

Then, Felix remembered that Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets was originally used for teaching, so he tried saying, 'I want to enter the place where Rowena Ravenclaw secretly taught her students,' or 'I want to enter Rowena Ravenclaw's laboratory.'

But no door ever appeared.

Felix had no choice but to leave, but in the following days he tried to connect the Room of Requirement with Rowena Ravenclaw, racking his brains for ideas, but to no avail.

Just when he was about to give up, he ran into Ms. Grey in the courtyard on Friday evening—the third time this week—and the two chatted casually and watched the sunset together.

In his mind, Ms. Grey was a somewhat proud and vain lady, but kind-hearted and cultured. Putting aside his ulterior motives, he found it very pleasant to chat with her.

“So beautiful!” Ms. Gray said.

"Do you rarely look up at the sunset?" Felix chimed in.

“Rarely,” she hesitated, but since they were already quite familiar with each other, she said, “it reminds me of some sad things…”

Felix didn't ask any more questions; he kept his mouth tightly shut.

The two looked at the dazzling red glow, and several beams of light pierced through the clouds, gilding the edges of the clouds with a layer of gold.

"Will you keep this a secret?" she suddenly asked.

“Yes, I will.” He didn’t promise, but answered her calmly.

But Ms. Gray believed it and tried to open up, saying with some sadness, "I died in such a scene."

After uttering her first words with some difficulty, she seemed to be freed from her restraints and continued speaking in one breath: "That was around the same time as now, only in the forests of Albania, a desolate place, where I thought—my mother was too far away to reach."

Felix listened silently, knowing what was about to happen.

That was a tragedy, a tragedy that shaped Lady Grey and Barrow the Bloody at Hogwarts.

"I was exceptionally talented from a young age, among the very best. I grew up surrounded by praise, year after year, and I became completely blinded by it all… But as I grew older, I realized that no matter how hard I tried, I could never compare to my mother. So—"

“I stole my mother’s crown because it could bestow wisdom, and I fantasized that I could surpass her with it.”

Her transparent body began to tremble.

“They said,” she choked up, “that my mother never admitted the crown was missing, that she always pretended it was still there. She even hid her loss from the other founders of Hogwarts, and from my shameful betrayal.”

"Later, my mother fell ill—very ill. Although I had done something unfilial and unjust, she still desperately wanted to see me one more time. She sent a man to find me. But I refused him, thinking he was lying to me, lying to me with my mother. She had already taken that step, how could she be sick?"

Felix said calmly, "It's the Blood Man, Barrow."

“It was him. He flew into a rage when I refused to go back with him—he always is like that, black magic has completely corrupted him.”

Felix listened quietly.

“We had a fierce fight, and no one could have predicted the consequences… He stabbed me to death with his sword. I fell to the ground, and this was the scene of twilight that I saw…”

She looked up, watching the last rays of light fade away.

After a long silence—

Felix asked, "Do you hate him, Blood Man Barrow?"

"Do I hate him?! He ruined me, my magic, my life, everything!" she shouted angrily.

Helena Ravenclaw took a deep breath and raised her head, obscuring her expression.

“And,” she whispered, “before I died, I asked him if what he said was true. It was about my mother…”

“He told me it was all true, that my mother was really very ill. He deprived me of the chance to see my mother one last time, my only chance to atone! You ask me if I hate him? My answer is, of course I hate him!” she suddenly shouted uncontrollably.

She was about to float away when her hand was grabbed. Helena turned around in surprise, her angry expression lessening considerably.

Felix's hands were shrouded in a cold, eerie blue light as he gripped hers tightly.

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"You... what kind of magic is this?" Helena's expression was priceless.

“It’s an application of memory magic,” Felix explained, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead. “Can it stay for a while? To be honest, I’m not very good at this magic yet.”

She stopped.

Felix felt a little dizzy. He had just constructed a large number of memories and then used them all at once, leaving his mind feeling heavy.

Helena looked at him with concern.

Felix took a few deep breaths and felt much better. He said to Helena, "We're friends, right?"

"of course."

"Forgive my bluntness, madam. From your story, it seems you hate yourself more than others."

Her expression suddenly fell silent, and she turned her body slightly to the side, hiding half of her face in shadow.

Felix softened his tone as much as possible: "Why did you become a ghost? Is it out of fear of death? From my interactions with you, I don't think so. What's really bothering you is your inability to let go of your guilt towards your mother."

With an extremely serious expression, he said, "The Blood Man Barrow has been shackled for a thousand years, and so have you. I hope you can try to forgive yourself..."

Night fell over the castle, and after a long silence—

“The one who could forgive me is gone forever, on the third day after I became a ghost,” Helena said coldly, then turned and floated away.

This time, Felix did not stop him.

……

Ghosts are born from obsessions, and the thoughts of those on the verge of death are the most brilliant and intense. Therefore, the obsessions of most ghosts stem from their fear of death and their desire to escape it.

Cases like Helena, Barrow, and Professor Binns are extremely rare.

For Helena, her obsession was one of guilt and remorse—regret for her ignorance that led to such a terrible mistake, regret for not believing Barrow's words, guilt for not seeing her mother one last time, and guilt for not apologizing to her in person...

That evening, he appeared in front of the white wall of the Room of Requirement.

Through his conversation with Helena Ravenclaw, he suddenly thought of a perspective he had never considered before.

He silently repeated to himself, "I need to find the room Rowena Ravenclaw left for her daughter Helena Lahncrown... I need to find the room Rowena Ravenclaw left for her daughter Helena Lahncrown... I need to find the room Rowena Ravenclaw left for her daughter Helena Lahncrown..."

Felix slowly opened his eyes, and an ordinary blue door appeared in reality, its lines drawn from the white wall.

A silver-white handle protruded from the gate.

Felix's hand was on the doorknob, but at that moment, he suddenly hesitated.

After a long while, he resolutely pushed open the door.

Inside the door was a very simple room. The room was small, furnished with a few simple tables and chairs, flowers, and books. It was spotless and gave people a sense of tranquility and warmth.

"Is anyone home?" he asked.

After a long while, he received no response. He tapped his forehead with his finger and changed his perspective.

The colors faded rapidly, and ripples spread outwards from him.

Felix saw tangible magic and something as smooth as silk residing in the deepest part, with a dozen magical channels extending into the air like chains.

'This is the true heart of the Room of Requirement.'

……

For the next few days, Felix remained indecisive and struggled to make a decision.

He had realized that the core of the Room of Requirement was that room.

He also guessed that the silk-like thing deep within the magic might be a memory left behind by Lady Rowena Ravenclaw.

He didn't know why he was able to go in; perhaps it was because he mentioned the name Helena Ravenclaw? And the memories left behind by Lady Ravenclaw were still dormant, which led to his discovery.

Logically, he should tell Helena Ravenclaw about this immediately, as it would benefit both of them—Helena might reconcile with her mother, and he could take the opportunity to inquire about some of the mysteries of magic, and if he was lucky, he might even inherit Ravenclaw's legacy.

But he found that he didn't have much expectation for it.

For a ghost, continuing on means liberation, but what does it mean for the person in reality who has formed a friendship with the ghost?

Felix felt confused; his past experiences could not help him, so he chose to ask someone wiser.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what is your view on 'death'?"

"Hmm... Felix, why are you suddenly asking this question?" Dumbledore looked at him with some confusion.

"This was inspired by some events."

Realizing that Felix didn't want to explain, Dumbledore considerately didn't press the matter. He thought for a moment, then clicked his tongue and said, "Everyone has a different view of death—fear, avoidance, disgust... but for some, like me, it's welcome."

"Welcome?" Felix wondered if he had misheard.

“Felix, for an old man, nothing in the world can frighten him. Death is just an unknown, new and interesting thing to him, like a ticket to a great adventure.”

Felix shook his head. This was different from his own beliefs. He might not be afraid of death, but he didn't look forward to it either.

He asked the question that concerned him most: "So what do you think the existence of ghosts means?"

"Ghosts? They are stuck in reality because of their intense obsessions..."

“No, no, Dumbledore,” he interrupted Dumbledore, “please forgive me, perhaps my description was not clear enough…”

Dumbledore looked at him understandingly, giving Felix time to reorganize his thoughts. This time, he asked cautiously, "A ghost exists because of its obsession, and it is freed when its obsession disappears. Right?"

“That’s right,” Dumbledore blinked and agreed.

“What does this kind of relief count as? Another death? Especially for her living friends in reality, I mean... it's a permanent separation, no different from death.”

"Her?" Dumbledore asked.

Felix remained silent and did not answer.

Dumbledore thought for a while before saying, "Different people may have different understandings. I can only offer my thoughts for your reference."

“That’s exactly why I came here – to have your wisdom help me see things more clearly,” Felix said.

"For ghosts, 'keeping going' is undoubtedly a relief. Staying in reality does not bring them happiness. In fact, although they can continue to talk and move, they cannot enjoy anything and are always bound by their obsessions—few people choose to prolong their existence in such a meager way."

"What about the living? What about the ghost's friends?"

"Only blessings," Dumbledore said calmly. "Perhaps I've been through too much, so I always see things very clearly, and in some ways..." he said softly, "even a little cold-hearted."

Chapter 131 Helena's Decision

Felix politely took his leave and departed.