A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"What are these?" Felix's breath seemed to stop. He immediately activated his accelerated thinking, desperately trying to remember the structure of these tiny dots.

Ravenclaw said calmly, "Soul nodes? Memory nodes? Whatever, I just discovered some structures that stabilize memories."

"So, you were also constructed in this way?"

"Yes, I am just a memory of Ravenclaw, not a real person, not a ghost, not even a life, but only my emotions are real."

“As for transferring consciousness, you can refer to contract magic,” she said quickly.

Felix could only take notes, and then he asked one last question: "Madam, I would like to know, to what extent did the four founders push magic?"

Ravenclaw gave him an approving look: "Talking too much will only distract you. What I can tell you is that we ourselves are magical beings."

She glanced at the crown, which was being constantly washed away by immense magical power, and large amounts of black energy were being pulverized.

“It’s almost time,” Mrs. Ravenclaw said softly, her figure slowly fading away, but she still looked at Helena tenderly.

Helena's radiance grew brighter and more sacred, and a joy emanating from her heart spread throughout her.

The temporary body constructed of magic has disappeared, and she has returned to her ghost form.

"May I hug you again?" she asked.

Ms. Ravenclaw opened her arms, and two somewhat ethereal figures pressed together, only separating after a long time.

Within the magical vortex, a blurry face burst forth from the crown, only to shatter silently in an instant.

Lady Ravenclaw grabbed the crown; it was washed clean and looked brand new, gleaming brightly.

“I will rebuild the crown as your reward,” she told Felix.

“Ms. Ravenclaw, you don’t have to…” he hesitated.

“It’s not as sophisticated as you think; what can be bestowed upon it is not wisdom,” said the Ravenclaw lady, her figure fading as her crown grew brighter.

She turned her head and looked at Helena.

"It's a pity I can't accompany you any longer," said Ms. Ravenclaw. She is just a memory, and today she has completed her mission and must also fade away.

Helena said with a smile, "I have the courage to keep going."

Ms. Ravenclaw stared at her, and after three minutes, maybe five minutes, or ten minutes, she finally disappeared.

Clang!

The crown fell to the ground and rolled twice.

“Take it, it’s yours,” Helena said.

Helena's radiance grew brighter and brighter, and the restrictions that Lady Ravenclaw had placed on her had disappeared.

Felix didn't even glance at the crown. He stared at Helena and said with some difficulty, "I'm going to lose another friend today."

She floated in front of him, her palm trying to touch his cheek, but her fingers slipped through.

"It seems you've also had sad experiences."

Felix was silent for a moment. "Let's go out." He held out his palm, and the crown and diary flew over, which he then put into his ring.

The two walked out of the Room of Requirement, and the light emanating from her quickly spread, illuminating the entire eighth-floor corridor with its soft glow.

“It might be too late. I still have something to say to someone,” Helena said.

"Do you need any help?" Felix asked, knowing who she was referring to as 'someone'.

“Of course,” she said, smiling at him. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Felix's wand made a loud bang, the window in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he leaped out of the eighth-floor window with Helena in his arms, then landed lightly in the courtyard.

The next moment, Felix's voice resounded throughout the castle.

"Barrow, come to the courtyard, Helena has something to say to you."

The young wizards in the castle all looked up, startled by the loud noise.

what happened?

“Let’s go take a look,” Harry said to Ron and Hermione, and the three of them started running.

Other curious young wizards also did similar things.

It's the weekend, and everyone is quite free.

They all ran towards the courtyard without prior arrangement.

But Dumbledore was the fastest. He appeared abruptly in front of Felix and Helena, looking somewhat puzzled. But when he saw the pure white light emanating from Helena, his deep blue eyes widened in surprise.

He looked at Felix, who nodded slightly.

A dozen seconds later, a silver shadow passed through the walls and appeared in the courtyard.

It is the Blood Man Barrow.

He was still as frightening as ever, covered in silver bloodstains and carrying a massive shackle. But his expression now held an unprecedented tension and fear.

Looking at Helena bathed in light, Barrow, the Blood Man, opened and closed his mouth, stammering, "Congratulations, Helena."

One by one, the young wizards, the professors, and the ghosts arrived from afar. When they saw this scene in the courtyard, they stopped in their tracks.

The young wizards were somewhat confused, but the professor and the ghosts, being more experienced, clearly understood Helena's condition.

Nick, who was nearly headless, covered his mouth emotionally, "Oh my God."

The other ghosts also stared nervously at the center of the courtyard.

“Sir Barrow, I am about to leave,” Helena said. “Someone told me to learn to forgive myself… I pass that advice on to you.”

“And what about you?” Barrow asked, his body trembling. “Will you forgive me?”

“I hated you, but I will try to forgive you, starting right now,” Helena Ravenclaw said.

The light emanating from her body exploded, transforming into a long, white staircase phantom. Helena looked around with lingering affection, finally pausing for a moment on Felix before resolutely stepping onto the staircase.

She disappeared.

Felix was disappointed.

“Felix, thank you. I know she’s talking about you,” Barrow said, a pure white light emanating from him.

“I didn’t do anything.” Felix shook his head.

A commotion erupted from the distant ghosts. What day was it? Two ghosts broke free of their restraints in quick succession!

Only those who knew about the thousand-year-old feud between these two ghosts couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.

Barrow did not resist the surging white light emanating from his body, and in a solemn atmosphere, his figure disappeared.

The young wizards stared blankly at the scene. They didn't know what had happened, but they did know that the ghosts of Ravenclaw and Slytherin had vanished forever on this day.

Chapter 135 sequel

The young wizards were driven away by the professor.

Professor McGonagall directed the prefects to lead their students away, free to go wherever they wanted. In truth, her feelings were quite complicated.

Startled by Felix's shout, she thought something urgent had happened and rushed over, even using Animagus transformation on the way.

More than one young wizard saw a cat nimbly leap across the flowerbed, its blurry shadow flashing by, and thought that Mrs. Lorris had recovered.

But despite the fact that things were not as she had imagined, the situation was still considered 'urgent', as she witnessed two ghosts who had existed at Hogwarts for thousands of years vanish.

This is a good thing, but she is still full of doubts. What exactly happened?

Most of the professors and ghosts remained, watching Felix on the field, seemingly intending to hear a story.

Snape, standing by a pillar in the courtyard, had an inscrutable expression. He was thinking to himself, how many times this year had something that could be called an 'accident'?

It seems like every single incident has something to do with Felix...

Professor Flitwick stood to one side, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something. He knew Ms. Grey's true identity and had held her in high esteem for decades; he was most eager for the truth.

Dumbledore was even more deeply moved. He kept staring at the spot where the two ghosts had disappeared, muttering to himself, his silver beard trembling. But no one could know what the centenarian was thinking at that moment.

“Felix…” Dumbledore said softly, “It seems that something incredible must have happened to you.”

Felix looked somewhat dejected. His peripheral vision swept over the professors on the field: Snape, McGonagall, Belby, Flitwick, Sprout, Mrs. Hodge...

There were also the Hogwarts ghosts: the nearly headless Nick, the fat monk, Professor Binns, and a few others whose names he couldn't recall.

Almost everyone who could come has come.

He said in a flat tone, "It is indeed a long story, but it involves the privacy of two respectable ghosts, and I am currently in a very complicated emotional state, so I am not in the mood to talk about it for the time being."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, please forgive my temporary departure. Once I have calmed down, I will reveal the truth to uphold the honor of my two friends."

Dumbledore's gaze swept discreetly over the others, and he readily agreed, "Of course, Felix. I think no one here has suffered more sorrow than you."

Felix and Dumbledore left one after the other. The professors looked at each other, and the ghost beside them felt the same way, all feeling anxious but knowing they could only wait. They discussed for a few words and then dispersed.

Ancient magic script office.

Felix sat in the chair behind his desk, took out a stack of parchment, and began to write furiously, recording all his conversations with Mrs. Ravenclaw. As the notes slowly took shape in his thought chamber, the manuscript in front of Felix silently turned to ashes.

After finishing these tasks, Felix leaned back in his chair, his diary and brand-new crown before him, and fell into deep thought.

His mood was indeed somewhat somber and complicated, but the main reason was that he couldn't tell the story without any loopholes while concealing some key information.

For example, Lady Ravenclaw's Millennium Memories, the diadem, the Horcruxes...

He didn't want too many people to know about these things.

Many secrets, once revealed to a second person, can no longer be considered secrets.

But since it concerned Horcruxes, he didn't want to hide it from Dumbledore, after all, he had two of them. He was a little surprised that things had developed like this.

Let the headmaster deal with Voldemort's troubles.

And most importantly, he seems to be able to seamlessly integrate the diary into the story...

The clues he obtained intermittently, including those from Ginny, Draco Malfoy, and Dobby the house-elf, could also be passed on to Dumbledore.

Once the locked-room mystery is closed and Dobby's troubles are resolved, Hagrid can be restored to his reputation.

Speaking of which, why hasn't Dobby contacted him? Did something happen, or did the instincts of a house-pocket creature take over?

The office was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.