I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Despite being a small transparent system, it has no sense of presence most of the time.

But one thing the system does well is that it will dutifully remind you.

However, after John entered the secret room, he did not hear the system beep.

This means that the place where I am is not Ravenclaw's secret room.

Walking to the bookshelf, John took down a book.

He thought it was just an ordinary magic book.

But after opening it, the inside was densely packed, all filled with notes.

Open the next book again, the same is true.

At a glance, he found that the books here were all books that Rowena Ravenclaw had taken notes on.

The knowledge in those books has been verified and practiced by Ravenclaw, and the mistakes will be corrected.

With such a large workload, Ravenclaw's knowledge reserves in various fields have reached an astonishing level.

Although Helena is a ghost, she has the ability to turn pages.

Seeing her mother's handwriting, she seemed to be in a cage instead of a bookshelf.

This is a cage called knowledge, endless knowledge, trapping his mother.

She walked slowly through one bookshelf after another.

"You proved that you are smarter than me." Helena laughed at herself, "I never discovered this place."

"Is it not, or is it unwilling?" John pointed directly at his heart.

For nearly a thousand years, Helena visited every corner of Hogwarts.

"You hate this painting," John put the book back, "or are you afraid, afraid of seeing such a scene?"

"Yes, I'm afraid." Helena said in a depressed mood, "In her opinion, knowledge is indeed the most important thing."

She took out a book and looked at the notes on it.

"There's no me on it."

As the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, she still can't compete with valuable knowledge.

Helena said: "This has proved everything."

"Not necessarily." John shook his head and pointed to the end of the small library.

Helena looked over, and at the end, a painting was hung on it.

The moment Helena saw the painting, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"how come……"

The woman in the painting has long black hair, she has an intoxicating beauty, and she has wisdom that convinces everyone.

Without the crown of wisdom, the woman looked at Helena lovingly.

Helena murmured to herself, "Mother."

Rowena Ravenclaw.

One of the founders of Hogwarts, one of her paintings remains here.

Seeing her daughter, Rowena smiled and said, "I've been waiting for you, Helena."

"Wait for me?" Helena was puzzled.

"Helena." John came to her side, looked at the painting and said, "I think this is you."

Helena saw, beside Ravenclaw, a girl as delicate as a doll.

The girl hid behind Ravenclaw in fear when she saw Helena.

That was her, the little Helena who was driven away by herself.

"Are you taking care of her?" Helena looked complicated.

After being chased away, little Helena came to this painting.

Ravenclaw is taking care of her daughter, even in the painting.

At that moment, there seemed to be crystals flashing from the corner of Helena's eyes.

Do ghosts shed tears?

John looked at the painting and said, "The real secret room should be behind this painting."

"Do you know the password?"

Helena said, "Treasure."

Little Helena in the painting said crisply: "The password is correct."

That's what Helena heard from Ravenclaw when she was a child.

treasure.

Precious things.

When she was a child, she always thought it would be her.

The painting opens slowly, revealing a door.

That familiar door made Helena dare not approach it.

John walked over, stretched out his hand and slowly pushed it away.

That's a room.

There are childish toys and a dresser like a princess.

Star patterns are painted on the blue ceiling.

A cradle stood there.

On the surrounding walls, there are portraits belonging to little Helena.

[Ding, found Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets]

John stopped and stood at the door, thinking deeply.

"I've been meaning to tell you." Ravenclaw's portrait walked in. "You are my most precious."

Ravenclaw looked at Helena lovingly, "You surpass everything I have learned, Helena."

These are the so-called knowledge of Ravenclaw.

The knowledge of being a mother.

Learn to love.

Helena walked in, reaching through the things she had been using.

From babbling, to fleeing later.

She hated portraiture because her mother would draw her when she was a child.

When she knew that she could not surpass the status of knowledge in her mother's heart, she never stayed behind.

And those in the past are all in that room.

The self in wizard robes, the self reading a book, the mischievous self.

In portrait after portrait, Helena seems to have lost track of time.

Until the last picture, his mother Ravenclaw stood beside him.

"I'm sorry, Helena." Ravenclaw said, "I didn't really understand that the supreme wisdom is to love you until after you left."

"Mother."

Helena smiled, tears falling from the corners of her eyes like smoke.

These are the tears of ghosts, like scattered silver light.

John reached out to catch it, light and without texture.

"It's me, I shouldn't be willful," Helena cried, "I shouldn't be jealous, I shouldn't be angry, I shouldn't see you."

"Helena, there is nothing wrong with it." Ravenclaw opened his arms and walked out.

Ravenclaw in the portrait came out of the canvas, she was shining with silvery white light.

Gently, hugging his daughter.

"You are my daughter, my treasure."

And Helena hugged Ravenclaw.

The mother and daughter hugged each other, and John suppressed his surprise.

This is not portraiture, but a mode of soul texture.

What method did Ravenclaw use to make himself wait until now.

It's true, after all, Gryffindor also keeps consciousness until now.

This hug is long.

Ravenclaw let go of his daughter and turned to John.

"Are you Ravenclaw?"

"Ahem, I'm actually a Slytherin."

John is embarrassed, do you have to ask the Big Four every time?

Gryffindor asked the same question last time.

Ravenclaw was surprised, "It seems that you have always had extraordinary wisdom, and more importantly..."

A smile appeared on Ravenclaw's face, "You have love."

Who would have thought that Ravenclaw, who values ​​wisdom, would put the Chamber of Secrets behind a painting that has nothing to do with wisdom.

A wise man never falls in love.

The wisest witch jumped into the river called motherly love and waited for her daughter.

Helena glanced at John secretly, as if secretly wiping away tears.

John wanted to say that the tears don't need to be wiped, and he can also study the effect of ghost tears.

"You have my breath," said Ravenclaw. "It seems Helena gave you my diadem."

"Crown?" Helena was taken aback.

John pretended not to see it and said, "Ravenclaw's crown is indeed with me."

"But if you want to take it back, I'm sorry I can't return it."

"No, I don't need that thing." Ravenclaw shook his head and said, "It's just used to carry memories."

"You came here, I should reward you."

It seems that there is a fun game among the Big Four. They leave their own secret rooms and also leave some rewards for those behind.

Even Slytherin left much of his lore in the Chamber of Secrets.

John glanced at the bookshelves outside and said, "I've seen your reward."

"No, that's too little," said Ravenclaw. "You deserve more."

The silver-white Ravenclaw waved his fingers, and the books outside quickly overlapped.

In such a large library, the number of books can be reduced visibly with the naked eye.

In the end, there was only one left.

Ravenclaw called the book over, reached out and tapped it lightly.

Her silver became unreal.

"Mother." Helena watched her mother disappear bit by bit, feeling very sad in her heart.

"Helena, I've already said everything I wanted to tell you."

Ravenclaw nodded with a smile, "The last knowledge, learn to forgive yourself, learn to love yourself."

"This is the supreme wisdom."

After speaking, Ravenclaw disappeared completely.

Keep the book with the silver cover.

The book flew to John and was caught by him.

This book contains a lifetime of Ravenclaw knowledge.

"I thought I'd say thank you," Helena said to John, returning from the sadness of her mother's departure, "thank you, John Wick."

John raised the book in his hand and said with a smile, "I should thank you too, Helena."

The two smiled at each other.

Each finds what they want.

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