[hp] Pure White Age

Mind controlled by the Dark Lord.Dumbledore chose to use his blood, more likely because the memory in that door came from his blood relatives. "

Bellatrix immediately appeared in Ron's mind.The woman he had only seen in the Daily Prophet was imprisoned in Azkaban like Sirius, and now she has successfully escaped from prison and returned to Voldemort's side.When it comes to Voldemort's mind control, no one exemplifies it better than Bellatrix.Could it be her story that blooms in that door?

When they finally finished the long stairs, Draco took his hand off Ron's shoulder. "It's almost dawn." He said looking out the window, "It's safer for me to go find Snape alone. You should go back to the lounge quickly, or you will be discovered easily if you are later." The young man could see the concern of his lover, and pointed Rubbing gently on the back of his neck: "Don't think of me as weak, it's not like I haven't encountered it before."

Ron knew he was telling the truth, and that they weren't so easy to beat.Yet when you love someone, there is always a feeling that they need to be protected.He nodded sullenly: "Let's meet tonight. Even if we don't have the energy to enter the space, we have to open the passage so that Dumbledore can come back at any time." Draco agreed.

Draco was used to mental wear and tear, but this time was the worst, and he didn't tell Ron that.Going up the stairs made his heart pound and made things blurry.He came to Snape's office with ease, which was a tacit agreement between him and Snape. He informed the other party on the night of entering the space, and the other party would wait for him here until the early morning.However, there were less than two hours left before the students woke up, and he wasn't sure if Snape would wait that long.

The Potions Master was indeed still waiting there. "You really don't care about this life at all." The professor put down the book, got up and picked up the cauldron hanging on the wall.Draco slumped back in the chair and closed his eyes.He has long been used to the teacher's weird way of caring.The sound of clinking glassware and the aroma of herbs soon wafted around, and Draco fell asleep in this familiarity.He thought vaguely, with the professor's temperament, even if he didn't follow the Dark Lord, he might not be able to win the beauty's heart.

Then, naturally, he remembered the gap between the two memories.Asking Snape directly was of course the most effective way, but that would violate their agreement with Dumbledore.For some reason, Dumbledore was unwilling to let the owner of the memory space know that his space was used to hide the Horcrux.Draco surmised that it was the same as all of Dumbledore's other secrets, that the greatest White Wizard of the century was not sure that any thread would slip out of his grasp until the inevitable Great War loomed.

But they still saw their end with their own eyes.Draco couldn't stand Dumbledore's deceit, especially when Ron was involved, even though the boy himself seemed to accept his fate with joy.He was about to continue thinking when a hot aroma of herbs approached his nose and mouth. "Drink it," Snape said in the same flat voice as in class.

Draco drank it like morning tea, and his complexion quickly returned to rosy.

"Professor, do you have any whereabouts of Dumbledore?

Snape shook his head. "I just know that if he doesn't come back now, he will be back by Christmas."

Draco stared at the herbal residue in the cup. "In this case, I can only choose to believe." After that, he stood up and put the teacup into the sink to rinse.

"I added three drops of poppy juice to it."

The boy's hand holding the teacup paused. "I can taste it," he said after a long time.Snape stood beside him, the two of them were as silent as two ancient Greek pillars. "I have to get ready for class." In the end, the elder broke the silence, "Go back to the dormitory today and have a good rest." After saying this, he left the boy with his head down behind him.

Ron didn't go back to the dormitory, but fell asleep on the sofa in the lounge for an hour.He was woken by an early Hermione.

"Why are you sleeping here?" The girl's eyes were full of concern.

"Ah, I wanted to get up early to study for the exam." Ron happened to catch a glimpse of the OWL exam reference book that someone left behind the table, so he made up this excuse.It wasn't until the words blurted out that he realized that the exam date was approaching, and he didn't know how long he hadn't reviewed. "Hermione, help me," he said hastily, "I'm going to be screwed if this goes on."

Hermione gave her usual serious expression.She crossed her arms and looked at him, her eyes full of helplessness. "Well, I can lend you the notes I organized, but you promise not to lend them to others casually. After all, it is the result of my hard work." She said, "Also, if you need it, I plan to There is a second DA meeting in the afternoon, and I can take this opportunity to give lectures to all of you—this time you are not allowed to miss the appointment again!"

"Absolutely not! I promise Merlin!" Ron wanted to hug Hermione and spin her around three times, but obviously he didn't have the strength now. "Can I sleep a little longer? I won't disturb your reading... wake me up before class, please?"

Hermione gave that indisputable look again. "As long as you promise not to snore." In the end she compromised.

Over breakfast, Ron and Hermione told Harry the idea of ​​holding a second DA meeting, and Harry readily agreed.Like Ron, he was eager for Hermione's sprint instruction, and he was as suspicious as Hermione in reminding Ron not to miss another appointment.Hermione then revised the meeting time on the silver coin shared by everyone. Now she is confident in this type of magic and doesn't need to go to various colleges to confirm.

"I dreamed about that snake again last night."

Harry told Ron and Hermione during Divination class. "This time there is a new discovery, I think the snake - or Voldemort, he wanted some crystal ball very much, I can feel that some crystal ball in that room is important to him, he just can't be sure Which one is it?"

Another crystal ball.Ron frowned, and there was a crystal ball in front of the three of them, but there was obviously no memory stored in this crystal ball, because it was silver-white, but the silver-white ball moved very slowly, and did not It shines so brightly that you can't see it in the middle of the night.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron yelled suddenly, causing Trelawney to glare in their direction angrily, but that didn't dampen his excitement one bit. "When you saw those crystal balls, was it day or night in your dream?"

"It was night." Harry said decisively, "I followed that snake around the corridor for a long time. The whole space was very dark, and many places could not be seen. Only the room full of crystal balls was the brightest. Those crystal balls The ball would glow - yeah, I didn't even realize it was wrong!"

"That's because you were absent-minded in Divination class," Hermione said bluntly. "Although I also think this class is meaningless—at least I know that only crystal balls filled with memories will glow, and ordinary divination crystal balls will not. However, some witches who practice divination in order to let their predictions see It will be more accurate, and it will also add a little memory to your own crystal ball—but that’s just to bluff Muggles, after all, prophecy has always been a small probability event, and it’s the same for wizards."

"I heard that Professor Trelawney once shocked Dumbledore with a prophecy." Ron whispered, "That's why Dumbledore allowed her to teach at Hogwarts, otherwise she would have no place to go. "

"If it's true as you said—" Hermione insisted, "If her prediction is accurate, there will be no other place to go but here." Ron could only raise his hands in a gesture of surrender, which attracted Terry Laurie glared at them again.

Harry's words really inspired Ron a lot.What was missing from Snape's space was a memory, a memory of Lily Evans, and Snape's Boggart also happened to be a glowing crystal ball.Voldemort might have wanted a glowing crystal ball these days, too.Could there be a connection between these seemingly coincidental events?If this memory involves Snape, Lily Evans and Voldemort at the same time, it is likely to be the most unforgettable tragedy in Snape's life and where his heart knot lies.But what does this tragedy have to do with Ms. Gray?Ron's curiosity was greatly aroused, and he wished to find Ms. Gray and ask what happened now.He and Draco had promised Dumbledore not to reveal the secrets of the space to Snape, so Ms. Gray was the only clue right now.

"Harry, if you find something new in your dream, remember to tell me." Ron recalled Draco's warning, and added, "No matter what strange things you find recently, don't act alone, tell me as soon as possible." Me and Hermione. Your dream doesn't have to be unconscious, it's most likely a trap that that person used to lure you into the bait."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.Ron turned around, only to realize that Hermione had been watching him, and the scrutiny made him feel creepy.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Hermione shook her head, "I just feel that you seem to have matured a lot recently."

Ron touched the stubble on his chin from staying up all night: "Is it because of this?" Sure enough, Hermione rolled her eyes.

Dumbledore still didn't show up that night.Draco and Ron share a psychic potion.

The next day is Saturday.After lunch, everyone came to the Room of Requirement one after another. It was not easy to avoid Filch's surveillance. It had been two hours since everyone arrived.According to the list of people from the last gathering recorded by Hermione, Ron found that the number had increased, and many of them had brought new students from the same college.Ron's two older brothers were apparated. They had just learned this kind of advanced magic, and they wanted to go to the toilet to practice it.

Having missed the first training session, Ron listened extra carefully.But he soon discovered that Professor Harry's spells seemed childish to him.This seemed to be expected, Harry was taught relatively simple defensive and offensive spells at the DA meeting, and he had already learned them in Snape's training sessions.However, before accepting Snape's training, Ron acquiesced that his actual operation level of spells was far inferior to Harry's, and he could see the huge progress he had made in a short period of time in comparison with his peers. I was very pleasantly surprised and gained confidence in the OWL exam.

It's a pity that Snape's training didn't involve dry theoretical knowledge.When he got stuck on the sixth function of iris juice for the third time, Ron realized that he could not take the exam lightly.At this moment, a stack of documents was patted on his shoulder.

"You asked Seid for your notes at the beginning of school," said Justin, who attended his first assembly. "I made a new copy, let me show you this one." Ron accepted it gratefully. "How is Cedric?" Recently he was busy with his tasks and realized that he hadn't seen Cedric and Justin for a long time.

Justin's face flushed a little. "It's the same," said the Hufflepuff boy. "His legs are recovering well, but he won't be able to play Quidditch again. So he plans to listen to his father's advice and try to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation." "

"That's nice." Ron said, "He's so good, he shines everywhere." After the DA meeting, Ron and Justin went to sit on a bench near the Hogwarts kitchen.He was happy to learn that Justin already had a boyfriend. "Tom and I met at a club event. Seid is of course still my best friend," Justin said. "Now I just hope he's as happy as he was."

When Ron returned to the dormitory, he was in a good mood.Being with friends can help you forget about your worries.Harry was alone in the bedroom, the dark-haired boy sitting on the bed alone, unaware of his presence.At first Ron thought he was reading a book, until he realized he was just writing a letter under the letter paper.

"Who are you writing to?" Ron threw the robe casually on the bed.

"Oh, you're back?" Harry responded.For some reason, he looked flustered, but quickly calmed down, and put the quill, parchment, and book back on the bedside table.Ron reached out to undo his tie, unable to resist looking at the things on the bedside table.Harry was not unaware that the parchment he had just written on would stain the pages, but he clipped it anyway, an instinctive protective action that was rare for Harry.

The scene became a little awkward.Well, thought Ron, if Harry doesn't want me to know.But the thought also made him shudder.Presumably things happen and things happen, and even though they're still best friends, there's no way they can really go back to the old days when they talked about everything.In order to complete Dumbledore's mission, he also concealed a lot of things from Harry, and it was unreasonable to ask Harry to reveal everything to him innocently.

So he tried to say something to resolve the embarrassment. "Cruise can help deliver the mail. I mean—you know what his Animagus is, I'm pretty familiar with him now, and if you can trust him, I can help, but then you have to send the letter cast a shrinking spell..."

"Thank you, Ron."

Ron looked back in some surprise, Harry was sitting on the bed smiling at him, which made him blush. "But no need," Harry said, "I don't think Cruise can fly that far." He got up from the bed, picked up the book with the letter in it, and walked to him. "Look," the dark-haired boy opened the book with his head down, "this letter is sent to France, if it can be sent at all."

Lucian's name was written at the beginning of the letter.Ron felt like his brain was like a wine bottle, and the cork was popped open with a "bang". "I've only written two, nowhere near as good as him," said Harry.The savior boy hurried back to the bed and produced another stack of letters.Most of the letter paper has been removed from the envelope, and the other party seems to have no intention of hiding it from him.Ron picked up a letter from Lucian at random, and the date on it indicated that it was summer vacation.Attached to the stationery are several photos of magical animals and plants, which make those who see them smile.

"He sent them to me over the summer, but I never replied back then."

Ron looked up, and Harry was watching him too.They all understand the meaning of this sentence.Ron realized that at all times, the boy's green eyes were looking at him intently, expecting his response.A warm current flowed through his heart. "There's always a way to send it," he said softly, taking Harry's hand.Harry smiled at him, and for a moment he looked very happy, like the boy smiling at Cho Chang again.

That's right.Of course we're still best friends, Ron thought, but now we all just want each other to be happy.

☆、Chapter110 Helena

They insisted on opening the necklace every night, and on the third night, Dumbledore still did not show up.

Draco's spirit has basically recovered, but Ron can see that the other party is disturbed, and so is he.Dumbledore is like the pillar supporting this mission. No matter how absurd what they are doing sounds, as long as Dumbledore supports them, they still have the confidence to continue exploring.Dumbledore's disappearance seemed to open a door to the closed small dark room, making the people inside begin to wonder whether this long-standing self-isolation still made sense.

Ron absently flipped through the notes Hermione had left him.The library is full of students from the same year, and the surrounding atmosphere of learning is stronger than that of any final week.Harry had to attend the four house Quidditch captains' meeting today, while Hermione had to review with Rolf.In fact, Ron asked Hermione to sit with Rolf, who didn't want to be caught between two top students as a light bulb.Recently, when he was alone, he dared to show his exhaustion on his face unscrupulously.

Hermione's beautiful cursive fonts performed a hypnotic dance in front of his eyes. Ron copied the six effects of iris juice three times. After realizing that he could not read the book today, he packed his things and prepared to leave.Today is the weekend, except for senior students who are preparing for OWL and a few bookworms, no one will set foot on this floor, so the corridor outside the library is extremely quiet.When Ron was thinking about whether to go back to the dormitory or the cafeteria first, the magic stairs began to move slowly. "Unlucky." He muttered softly.The big staircase outside the library doesn't move often, but it's rare for the old guy to exercise his muscles and bones, and it always takes longer.If this happens after the library is closed, the open space in front of the stairs will be blocked by students eager to rush back to their dormitories before the night patrol.

All right.Ron shrugged and decided to sit and wait in the empty classroom near the stairs.He walked into an empty classroom and threw his schoolbag on the podium.A white shadow stretched out from the rear seat and slowly fell to the ground.Ron realized that it was the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw, who had just been sitting in a chair reading.

"Hey! That—wait a minute!"

The figure who was about to leave stopped.Helena Ravenclaw looked back at him, and there was something in her eyes that Ron couldn't understand.The Ravenclaw ghost is reserved by nature and doesn't like to deal with Hogwarts students.Ron figured she must have floated here to be alone because the library was so crowded.

"Sorry to bother you, I'm waiting for the stairs to come back." Ron put his hands behind his back a little nervously, "I'll be leaving soon, so...you don't have to..."

Helena blinked, she understood what he meant, and sat down again hesitantly.Ron breathed a sigh of relief.For the past two days, he has been thinking about how to find her, but now that he really met her, he doesn't know where to start.He approached her cautiously, and Lady Gray's hand that was holding the book trembled as she realized what he was doing.She was very tall, but her eyes were simple, like a little girl who didn't know the world, and Ron had seen this quality in many Ravenclaw girls.They are either pure like lake water, or elegant like the breeze blowing through the forest, in short, they have nothing to do with the land.

"Is this a Muggle book?" Ron pointed to the cover of the book.Wizards generally don't have much interest in books in the Muggle world, but Ron's father is a Muggle fan. He often tells the children that the plots of fantasy novels written by Muggles are more bizarre than the reality of the wizarding world, and wizards are due to Living in magic, sometimes you lose your imagination about magic.Arthur had this book on his bookshelf, and Ron had seen Hermione read it before.

Helena nodded slightly. She closed the book and stroked its cover.Glad that she responded, Ron moved a chair and sat down next to her. "What kind of story is this?"

"A very ordinary woman's story," said Helena. "Her name is Emma, ​​and she is a country girl educated by aristocrats. When she was young, she married a country doctor who loved her very much, but she still dreamed of a legendary love in her heart. Later, she cheated twice and owed her He borrowed a huge amount of usury and committed suicide in desperation."

"I don't think it's a good story," Ron said after a while.

It was probably because of the boyish boyishness in him that made Helena let down her guard. She smiled, but the smile was also faint. "You can't judge whether a story is good or not just by listening to the introduction. The plot is only a part of the book. Only after reading any book can you know what it really wants to say." A book I like."

"Why do you like... um... I mean... this kind of story?"

This time Helena didn't answer him.She raised her head and looked at him: "Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Ron swallowed.He wanted to know all about her, so he could guess why she was associated with Harry's mother in Snape's imagination. "I want to know why you became a ghost." Finally he decided to be honest with the lady who was much older than him. "No offense intended, I just..."

"Children are always very curious." Helena shook her head, but she didn't mean to blame him. "This is a story that can be very long or very short." Those watery eyes looked at him.

"I'm not in a hurry." Ron replied decisively, seeing the returning stairs outside the window.

"I lived in a time so far away that you probably only read about it in your History of Magic classes. My mother, Rowena Ravenclaw, was one of the four founders of Hogwarts, and she founded Ravenclaw house..."

Ghosts are known not to dream.However, during the long days and nights when she lost her body, Helena returned to that distant era more than once.At that time, her heart was still beating, and her cheeks were still pink.

She is the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw.When she was very young, her mother would hold her in her arms and tell her the history of the wizarding world.My mother never read books when she told stories. The boring wars, spells and the names of great wizards came out of her mouth like a natural piece of music.She remembered them as easily as the melody of a nursery rhyme, and it wasn't until she studied with other children at Hogwarts that she realized that it was not easy for them.

Her mother is the embodiment of beauty and wisdom.Whenever she looked at her with dark eyes, little Helena's heart would be filled with a joyous impulse, eager to express herself in front of her mother.On her eighth birthday, her mother handed her the keys to the private library, where they spent every night before bed.When she was young, she was holding too heavy historical books, and beside her was her mother who was also immersed in the world of words.The ancient Greeks believed that water, wind, earth, and fire were the basic elements of all things. As early as the sixth century BC, Thales, who was revered as the Seven Sages of Greece, believed that water was the mother of all things.Her mother once explained the charm of water to her in this way: "The wind cannot be seen, the fire cannot be touched, and the earth cannot move. Only water can place itself between existence and non-existence. It can nourish all things, and can subvert all things. It can be possessed for a short time. But cannot be possessed by eternity - like wisdom itself."

Also like you, mother, she said silently in her heart.Although Ravenclaw's representative element is wind, and the school logo is also an eagle belonging to the sky, in Helena's heart, mother is more like water.The gentle stream of water irrigates her seedling year after year, and the more she loves her mother, the more she desires for wisdom.In "Phaedrus", Plato divides people into nine classes. The first class is "those who love wisdom, those who love beauty, and those who worship the god of poetry and love."To whom is she worshiping, wisdom, poetry, beauty, or her mother?Helena did not understand, and would not understand, that the purest admiration resides in the heart of a young child.

When did this love change?Maybe it was when she discovered that she would always be "Rowena's daughter" as others said.The flowers she found on this road, no matter how beautiful, were picked by her mother.In school, my mother was not stingy in praising those students who seemed ordinary to her, but she never showed a surprised expression because of her.In Helena's memory, her mother was always smiling.That smile made her seem more mysterious than the Mona Lisa, and more distant.As she grows older, the water that irrigates her is no longer gentle, but wraps around her like a deep sea, making her feel lonely and suffocated.

The pupils we teach must be mentally superior.

The pupils we teach must be mentally superior.

When this sentence no longer made her proud but scared, her love for her mother was opened the first wound.She is "Rowena's daughter", and Ravenclaw is her surname, but it is also the mother's surname, the name of the college, and a symbol of wisdom.It became so huge that it became a deep ocean, and the little "Helena" was a small boat in it, tossed to and fro by the waves it made.

"Mother, who is my father? Where is he now?"

This is the only problem that stops a mother from working.Whenever she asked it, her mother would lift her eyes from the pile of old papers, and her expression would lose her old patience. "This is not something you should worry about, Helena." Those dark eyes locked the secret well, "No matter who he is or where he is now, our lives will not change in any way."

"How could it be? I have his blood flowing in my body. Can I not know anything about him?"

"Helena." The mother stopped looking at her. "I'm giving you my own name."

"Isn't all the wisdom you value enough to keep him?"

She didn't know why she became irritable and took pleasure in challenging her mother's boundaries.She threw the key of the library into the black lake, wasting time reading in places she had never set foot before.Her grades are still among the best, but she is no longer able to answer the profound questions raised by the professors in class, and the ancient Greek sages and medieval potion formulas have been quietly forgotten.At that time, she was obsessed with the geographical atlas in the library, on which she saw the real Albanian forest for the first time, the original green was blown by the original wind, the summer there was hot and dry, unlike Hogwarts Gray skies and never-ending light rain.

When Terrence Barrow expressed his heart to her, all she felt was irritability.He was a very silent man, and others liked to say that was a sign of stability, but she thought he was stupid and boring.When they were both at Hogwarts, his favorite thing to do was to stare at her as if she were a lifeless painting.She had never realized that there was actually admiration hidden in those eyes. "What do you like about me?" She asked him deliberately.Barrow bowed his head and was silent for a while before saying, "You are a good girl, you are smart and beautiful."

"You don't really like me." She judged him coldly and unreasonably. "Beauty fades, and I'm not as smart as you think. You long for roses, and I'm just a rose." Seeing the hard-to-conceal disappointment on Terrence's face, she felt a kind of vindictive joy in her heart, and at the same time, there seemed to be sorrow.She didn't make the mistakes her mother made back then, but she also understood her at this moment: For women like them, marriage and family are just a station to relieve fatigue. They are never satisfied, and they are destined not to experience ordinary happiness.However, the mother has too much besides a failed love. She has an unbreakable friendship, the love of the students, and has become the obsession and shadow of her daughter in this life.In comparison, what does she—Helena—have?She can't understand the noise in the world, but she can't look past her mother's back to pick the stars in the sky.

Gypsophila will not be jealous of roses, but Qiangwei will.

So she stole her mother's favourite, the Ravenclaw diadem said to increase wisdom.In order to avoid her mother's questioning, she took it and left eastward to the Albanian forest where she had always dreamed of, where she spent a pleasant summer.Here, the cold black lake and rain will never disturb her dreams again.She embraced the land without concern, leaving behind any possible condemnation her mother might face for the treasure's loss.Only on rainy nights, she would smell the familiar smell of rainwater soaking plants, which made her sleepless all night.It was the smell of mother's pheromones, which she had slept with for many years.

"I didn't expect my mother to hide my fault from the other three founders. She didn't reveal this secret until she died." The woman bowed her head, her long hair hanging on the lace on her chest. "Shortly after I left, my mother became ill and, longing to see me one last time, she begged Terrence to come and find me in Albania. I didn't expect him, and I became very ill-tempered. It's ridiculous, I see His first reaction was to hide the stolen crown in the hollow of a tree. I thought until then that my mother just wanted me to return the crown."

"As I said just now, he was a man of few words, and I was in a bad mood. I said, I would never go back with him. I even said that he promised my mother to take me back. My mother must have agreed. What good is he, he expects me to marry him after I go back, it is purely a dream. I thought I was about to lose my freedom, so I deliberately provoked him, which was never my intention. We were all drunk that night, and waited until I felt pain Only then did I realize that the sword he wore at his waist had stabbed me."

"I will never forget the way he was covered in blood and looked at me with terrified eyes. How regretful I was at that moment. If I could live again, I would definitely not make the same mistakes again. Unfortunately, the most scarce thing in the world is if. "

"In this way, I became a ghost. My soul cannot rest, so I returned to the place where I was trapped in the world, which is here. As for Terrence, he also committed suicide after I died, and followed me to Ho Gwartz. I don't blame him, really, if it wasn't for me, his soul would probably be at rest."

There was a long silence in the classroom.Ron even felt the flow of liquid in the space.Wisdom is something that can nourish all things, subvert all things, and be possessed for a short time but not forever.Even if they understand this truth, how many people in the world can really look down on it?

"And now?" he asked her, "it's been so long, can you still be trapped here?"

Helena tilted her head slightly, as if she was seriously feeling the weight of the water in her body. "I don't know." She said softly. "I used to think that the forests of Albania would give me peace, but then I found out that the only place that can give me peace is where my mother gave her life, and there are traces of her existence. At first I was afraid to see these traces, but now, they are The cure for my soul."

"But I still can't look directly at her portrait in the library. It's the only place I don't want to set foot. Centuries later, I'm still afraid to see her smile. Maybe when I dare to meet her, I can Get real off."

"This is where your heart knot lies." Ron thought silently in his heart.He was convinced that what he had grasped was the key to understanding Helena Ravenclaw.The invasion of the Horcruxes disturbed the original appearance of the space, making it unable to present the appearance it intended to present.In that veiled world, if Helena is the spiritual symbol of Lily Evans, then is the bloody Baron a symbol of Snape himself?And does that mean...

Ron's heart skipped a beat.

"Ms. Gray," he licked his lips, "I wonder...you really don't hate the man who killed you, do you?"

Helena smiled at him, and she really did smile like her mother. "I never hated him. In fact, I even envied him a little. For the crimes he committed never brought resentment, and I could never be forgiven by the owed. But in this case, others say goodbye It is of no use much, the soul can only be saved if it wishes to be saved."

"Did it ever occur to you that he only wanted to be saved after you, and that's why he waited so long?"

"Then he's pinning his hopes of saving himself on me. That's not the right idea of ​​saving a soul, boy."

The conversation with Helena ended here, but the impact of this conversation on Ron was far from over.By the time he arrived at the Great Hall, Hermione had almost finished eating.

"Isn't Harry back yet? I thought you'd come together."

Ron withdrew from his thoughts and frowned at the empty seat opposite. "It shouldn't be," he said. "The meeting should have ended at least half an hour ago."

Hermione frowned too. "Should we be worried?" She looked hesitant.

Ron shook his head. "I don't know, maybe he went back to bed. If dinner time is over he