A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

'Isn't everything going exactly as I expected? You should have been prepared, Felix.'

Helena and Mrs. Ravenclaw were having a great time playing a game of 'helping each other walk', completely ignoring Felix standing nearby.

After about half an hour, the two ladies stopped and tidied their somewhat messy hair.

Helena emanated a soft, pale white light, making her look like a princess.

"Mother, you've forgiven me, haven't you?" she asked, still somewhat apprehensive.

“I have never blamed you,” Ms. Ravenclaw said with a smile.

Helena smiled through her tears, her face radiating a holy and pure light.

After a moment, Helena whispered in her mother's ear, and their eyes turned to Felix not far away.

The two walked over together, their arms linked.

“Mr. Hyp?” said Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw.

“Ms. Ravenclaw, Helena, congratulations,” Felix said.

“Thanks to you, Felix. Otherwise, I might have been lonely forever,” Helena said with a smile, gently tugging at her mother’s sleeve.

Rowena Ravenclaw looked at him gently. “Thank you so much, Mr. Hyp, for rescuing my daughter.”

“Helena and I are friends, and so is Barrow. I hope they can both resolve their inner conflicts…”

“Barrow? He’s not dead?” Rowena Ravenclaw’s expression froze, her gaze sharper than ever before, intimidating.

Helena said with a hint of schadenfreude, "That jerk has also become a ghost, but he's not having an easy time either, always carrying bloodstained shackles. You don't need to bother him anymore."

“Is that so?” Rowena Ravenclaw looked into the distance.

Felix sensed the constant surge of magic within Rowena Ravenclaw; she seemed to be doing something he couldn't comprehend.

Outside the House of Response, extremely hidden magical patterns were lit up one by one, starting from the eighth floor and extending outwards continuously.

Tower, seventh floor, sixth floor, expanding downwards and outwards...

In the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore put down his quill, his expression full of confusion. It seemed—he had been stripped of some of the Headmaster's powers?

No, it's not deprivation, but temporary borrowing.

Who has this authority? Dumbledore stood up with a serious expression.

The spiral staircase in the castle began to twist violently, and some of the armor creaked and groaned.

In a secluded, abandoned classroom in the underground space of Hogwarts, Barrow, the Blood Man, floats expressionlessly in mid-air.

A gust of wind blew by, startling the emaciated Barrow awake. He looked around blankly, but found nothing.

Inside the "Always Required" room, Rowena Ravenclaw sighed.

"It was my mistake. I shouldn't have let him go to you."

“It’s all over now,” Helena said softly.

Felix breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, nothing serious had happened. He was afraid that Ravenclaw would want to avenge his daughter and would simply make Barrow disappear.

Although both involve disappearance, self-liberation and being reduced to a cloud of mist are completely different concepts.

“However—I seem to have spotted something familiar,” said Mrs. Ravenclaw. To Felix and Helena’s somewhat puzzled look, a tattered crown suddenly appeared out of thin air and fell onto the white ground.

"Is this your crown?" Helena exclaimed in surprise. "How did it end up here?"

Mrs. Ravenclaw stared at the crown. "If you don't know, how should I? I found it in a junkyard... What do these little wizards think my lab is?"

Felix's gaze was fixed on the crown. He abruptly shifted his perspective—just like the feeling the diary gave him, a deep, evil magic, as silent as death.

This is a Horcrux!

“A soul is sealed inside… the magic left behind by that despicable Helbo?” Mrs. Ravenclaw frowned and said, “I think it’s called a Horcrux?”

"You know about this?" Felix asked.

"Of course, Helbo was also very famous in my time, and many of his evil spells were widely known. However, Horcruxes are indeed quite rare."

Mrs. Ravenclaw turned her gaze to Helena: "To whom did you hand over the crown?"

Chapter 133 Crown and Problem

Helena turned her head away somewhat guiltily. "About fifty years ago, I was tricked by a student into telling him where I hid the crown."

Felix added from the side, "As far as I know, Voldemort, oh, that's what he later called, was indeed good at manipulating people's minds, and more importantly, he was extremely ambitious and created more than one Horcrux."

As to how evil Voldemort was and what he did in the wizarding world, it was of no importance to Rowena Ravenclaw.

He took the tattered diary from the ring and handed it to Mrs. Ravenclaw.

She stroked the neat scorch marks on the diary. "A Fiendfyre spell, a very sophisticated Fiendfyre spell." She didn't mention anything about dark magic. In her time, the Fiendfyre spell was quite popular because of its power and the fact that it could be countered.

“I also saw traces of my own magic…” Lady Ravenclaw looked up at him.

Felix had a sudden inspiration and provided crucial information: "Voldemort is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he inherited Slytherin's magical legacy."

“Is that so? I did indeed exchange memory magic with Salazar…” Ravenclaw said in a low voice.

Just then, Felix suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He took out Lockhart's magical manuscripts and tentatively said, "These manuscripts come from a professor who graduated from Ravenclaw. He said he received a secret inheritance."

Ravenclaw took it, glanced at it casually, and said, "It's my stuff, although it's been copied. Who is this person? How did they recruit him as a professor at the university? His annotations are full of all sorts of clumsy mistakes and delusions."

“He has already paid the price,” Felix said curtly, not wanting to waste any time explaining what Lockhart had done. Helena’s radiance grew stronger. “Do you remember where you put these documents?” Felix asked.

Ravenclaw glanced at him: "It should be in the bookshelf in the common room. I've set up some hidden magic there, waiting for future generations to discover it..."

At this point, she waved the manuscript with some doubt: "Was that really a Ravenclaw student? Could my magic have worn off after a while? But I set it to automatically absorb the magic dissipating from Hogwarts..."

The woman wasn't as intimidating as she seemed when she started discussing magic, Felix thought.

His gaze fell on the tiara: "Ms. Ravenclaw, if you don't mind, I have to take it with me and find a chance to destroy it."

"Use your Fiendfire spell?" Mrs. Ravenclaw asked.

"This works very well."

“But the crown will be completely destroyed.” Mrs. Ravenclaw glanced disdainfully at the large hole in the diary, then thought for a moment, “I’ll do it myself.” She reached out, letting the crown float to her face, examined it carefully for a moment, and then tossed it away.

In the pure white space, magic surged continuously, forming countless points of multicolored light. These lights converged behind Lady Ravenclaw, as if she were draped in a galaxy.

“Go,” said Mrs. Ravenclaw, and starlight swept across the sky like a tidal wave, forming an exaggerated magical vortex that swallowed the crown.

Within the vortex, a stream of icy blue and a stream of bronze magic began to swirl and tear at the crown. Wisps of black energy seeped from the crown, only to be shattered by the surrounding magic.

A piercing sound rang out, but when Mrs. Ravenclaw pointed, the sound vanished instantly.

"What is this?" Felix asked in surprise. If he wasn't mistaken, this brutal approach was...

“I borrowed the castle’s magic to create a vortex, drawing out and grinding the souls within it bit by bit,” Ravenclaw said calmly.

Felix: "..." So what if you have magic?

He said tactfully, "Won't this damage your crown?" He was interested in studying the crown that could grant wisdom, but his original plan was to deal with the Horcrux without causing any damage first.

“It’s ruined. Evil spirits have tainted the crown with all its wisdom. I just don’t want to damage its materials,” Ms. Ravenclaw said.

Felix stared silently at the crown that was billowing black smoke in mid-air.

Helena, who was still clinging to Mrs. Ravenclaw, said, "Felix, don't you have a lot of problems you don't know how to solve? Here's a magic master." She winked at Felix and mouthed, "You're welcome."

Ravenclaw smiled as she watched Helena and Felix interact. "Feel free to ask any questions you have. There may not be much time left." She looked at Helena, whose radiance was now undeniable.

Once Helena is freed, her mission will be complete.

Ultimately, she was just a memory.

Ms. Ravenclaw took Helena's hand in return, trying to delay the process, and Helena gave her a beautiful smile.

With time limited, Felix didn't hesitate any longer and quickly asked about what he cared about most.

“Ms. Ravenclaw, my first question is: What is memory?”

Ravenclaw looked at him. “You are your memory. Everything in our lives is memory, except for a thin layer of ‘this moment’.”

Felix solemnly said, "So, whether it's a person, a soul, or an animal, the most important thing is memory?"

Ravenclaw remained noncommittal: "And how do you view 'this moment'? Is it the result of the past, or the beginning of the future?"

This question stumped Felix; he wanted to ask about magic, not discuss philosophy.

He expressed his thoughts: "In my view, 'this moment' is something I can absolutely control; it is my power and the embodiment of my will. Or to put it simply, 'this moment' is 'choice'."

The past cannot be retrieved, but the future is still promising, and the key to all of this is to seize the 'present moment'.

Ravenclaw nodded and smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Felix waited a moment, and seeing that she didn't speak, he simply asked what he cared about most: "Madam, I want to inject a fictional memory into the Guardian Deity, but there's a fierce conflict between the two. Also, I want to transfer a part of my consciousness into the Guardian Deity..."

He waved his wand, sending his Patronus flying out.

Ms. Ravenclaw smiled and waved, letting the silver swift land on her hand.

Felix relinquished control of his Patronus, knowing that Lady Ravenclaw was about to demonstrate it to him.

Her fingers brushed against its feathers, and the swift chirped.

“You need to retrieve the memory correctly,” she explained patiently. “Imagine you’re catching a specific bird from a aviary full of birds. It looks difficult, but if each bird has a rope tied to its leg, you can easily do it by simply pulling the string outside the aviary.”

Chapter 134 The Curtain Falls

“Bird house, rope, thread,” Felix repeated.

He suddenly discovered a trait of Ravenclaw: she really, really liked to inspire others, whether they wanted to be inspired or not.

“Mother, can’t you just be more direct?” Helena said from the side.

Ms. Ravenclaw glanced at her and reluctantly revealed the answer: "Don't force memories into anything; you need to shape them."

Felix seemed to have thought of something, but it was still just a blur, indistinct and unclear.

“Memory shaping, or rather, solidifying the structure of memory.”

The Swift in Ravenclaw's hand transformed into a cloud of silver mist, which then reformed into a proud eagle, its body covered with countless tiny dots.

The eagle landed on the ground, its gaze full of power.