All things are three at Hogwarts

"You know..." Rowena Ravenclaw's hand touched her belly, and a strand of long dark brown hair on the temples gently slipped, "Since you chose to go back, she must be born and become a ghost. .”

"She told you..." Allen understood that they had thought that the other didn't know, or that they had deliberately avoided the topic.

"You should understand that these are things that I have endured once in your time." Ravenclaw turned his head to Allen, his voice was softer than usual, "Even if you don't mention what changing this matter will do to the future. Unpredictable consequences, the Philosopher's Stone and the Philosopher's Stone are not really wonderful things, and not only do you have to take the elixir all the time, but it can't really make you immortal, and some of your body's functions still remain. It will age slowly. The owners in history can only persist for six to seven hundred years at most, and then they will voluntarily give up due to the decline in quality of life... It is estimated that even an ordinary handshake can break your bones..."

"Then what are you going to do..." Allen couldn't help but wonder, "Then why did you leave me a semi-finished magic stone for me to complete the final production?"

"If I follow the original trajectory, I will transcend the shackles of mortals and become a god, so that I can maintain immortality in other ways. This is the bait given by me in the future to keep the present as it is. But when I can detect the secret of divine power Finally, it will take many years of hard work and finding ways to gain and maintain enough faith to complete, so our daughter..." Ravenclaw's expression was a bit unspeakable. This was also the first time Allen had seen the other party have such an attitude. He looked almost ashamed, "Our daughter is not qualified to follow the same path as me, but she must be born to ensure that there will be no changes in the future... So after she is born, I will guide her character and... When the time comes, without her knowledge...to murder our daughter to ensure that she will choose to become a ghost rather than become one of those petitioners in the underworld. The truth about death, the truth about God, who I am now I don’t know yet. I haven’t been to the underworld myself, but if you have been there, you should have seen it. It is absorbing the souls who have given up their self-awareness in the underworld, absorbing their energy to grow and nourish themselves. I can only do this to protect her. Not to be swallowed by death..."

Allen raised his hand and stroked the witch's head, but found that he could not say anything.

"As for the semi-finished product of the Philosopher's Stone, I still don't know the reason. According to the research on the manual of the Arab alchemist Jabbert from more than a hundred years ago that I obtained during my previous travels, the production process of the Philosopher's Stone is full of sins..." The witch obediently put her head on Allen's chest and explained until her head accidentally touched the time converter on Allen's neck. Her movements stagnated, and she stretched out her hand, letting her fingers gently outline the time converter. shape of the vessel.

Allen felt her movement and lowered his head, seeing Ravenclaw's white and delicate hands holding the time turner, "Roy..." The wizard swallowed back his words to stop him. In fact, he also started With some hesitation, thinking about what the other party might have to endure in the future, Allen decided to wait for her final decision. Although it made him a little disgusted that he had naughtyly given the choice to the witch to take the opportunity to avoid responsibility.

Ravenclaw's eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her hand holding the time turner seemed to be frozen in place, refusing to let go. The gentle wind rolled the branches of the trees lingeringly, and the black lake water was wrinkled, creating ripples layer by layer. The Ravenclaw finally pushed the Time-Turner aside without tearing it off, then loosened his grip and sighed softly.

"The sin of making the Philosopher's Stone will be borne by you in the future." Ravenclaw did not raise his head, "I in the future will be much more rational than I am now. I would rather ask you to take off the time turner and live together now." After hundreds of years and finally being absorbed by the God of Death, it would be better to use this greedier choice to give us a chance to truly control death..."

In fact, when Allen heard that he would bear something, it actually made him feel better. At least he wouldn't have to bear it all. Although this didn't sound like self-deception, it still made him feel better.

There was not much pink quicksand left in the time-turner's transparent hourglass. Allen and Ravenclaw did not return to the tree house, but settled on the cliff where Hogwarts had not yet been established. In their hearts, the remaining short time was extremely precious, and all research was put on hold. Allen directly extracted the memory of his knowledge, kept it in a bottle, and handed it to the other party.

In the following time, neither of them raised the question of whether to stay or not. However, in the middle of the night, Allen could occasionally feel Rowena focusing on the time turner on his chest. Allen himself did not feel anything. action, and Rowena didn't really say anything about the time turner, nor did he try to take it off.

All the best times are those that are gone and never come back.

The setting sun casts a layer of gold on the Black Lake, and everything seems to be silent and quiet, including the world that seems to be frozen on the shore of the Black Lake.

In an instant, the last pink crystal sand in the transparent gourd slipped away, and the witch stood alone beside the camp. After a long time, a poetic voice came from her mouth.

"Goodbye, Alan."

That night, in the Hufflepuff tavern, Hufflepuff served some seafood chowder filled with salmon, shrimp and crab to Gryffindor, "Godric, I made you some of your favorite food. , don’t worry about them..."

The sound from the door interrupted the conversation between the two. They looked at Ravenclaw who had just opened the dark green wooden door and walked in. They could not take their eyes away from Ravenclaw.

She looked nothing like the usual Rowena. Her long hair, which was usually scattered around her head, was neatly combed. On the top of her hair was the same hair that Allen had brought for her. A headband made of overlapping silver branches. The black robe with the same style all year round and a somewhat torn hem was gone, replaced by an exquisite dark blue skirt with stars on it. As Ravenclaw walked, light flashed from time to time, making it look like The profound, mysterious and elegant dress made the witch stunningly beautiful, but her past casual expression had disappeared. Her expression looked a bit stern, making people afraid to approach her easily.

She ignored the other guests chatting animatedly and walked straight to the seat where she had sat with Allen.

Gryffindor noticed something unusual about the other party. He stood up, walked directly to Ravenclaw, sat opposite her, and suddenly looked back in the direction of the door, "What about the kid? Isn't he always there?" Like..."

"Godric!" Hufflepuff interrupted Gryffindor's question sharply. She looked at Ravenclaw lovingly and asked softly, "What do you want to eat, dear?"

"pudding."