[HP] Illusion

For Harry's counterattack, Helena was obviously suffocated. She obviously meant to let him go to the Astronomy Tower to have a wind, but he misinterpreted it like this.

She realized that the gloomy person in front of her was in a bad mood.But this person is always in such a bad mood, maybe she should think of a way to help him.Helena didn't speak anymore, just stood aside quietly, looking into the distance, in fact, she couldn't feel the coldness from the strong wind, but felt that the person in front of her looked very...

suddenly--

"Did you forgive him?"

Helena glanced at Harry reflexively, and said haughtily in a voice of "Are you joking", "Of course not."

Harry nodded as a matter of course, "Blood feud, naturally it is not so easy to be forgiven."

Helena: "..."

Just like, even if she knew that Barrow would see this position from the Astronomy Tower, she couldn't see the situation of the Astronomy Tower here, and she never changed her position, but seeing the appearance of the female ghost, she was not completely unshakable, right?

——It's a pity that that person doesn't even have any obsessions, and even the frame of the portrait in the principal's office is blank. He has no such opportunity at all.

Ravenclaw Tower is not the highest place in Hogwarts. Where Harry is standing now, he is facing the vast mountains outside the castle. What he sees is a gloomy darkness with undulating landscape. The heavy snow on the mountain also seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and the few remaining lights outside the castle were flickering in the cold wind, feeling drowsy.Fortunately, at this time, the entire castle has almost fallen into a deep sleep.

After returning to Hogwarts, Harry developed some new and more special friendships, two of which were Helena and the bloody Baron, which may sound unbelievable-for one thing, Harry is now He is the only one who knows the past stories of the two.

After the battle, Harry collected the broken pieces of the crown and brought them to Helena. He still remembered the astonished eyes of the ghost and the trembling voice: "You destroyed it?" I don't know whether to be angry or relieved.

"—it's not me," he didn't lie in any way, "it's a Horcrux made by Voldemort, oh, that charming boy you speak of, and I can't help it if I don't destroy it kill him."

"Then why did you bring it to me..." Helena's voice was a little frustrated, but in fact it never belonged to her.

"There is no crown that can bring wisdom in this world." Harry said calmly, "One's wisdom is only real if one has to work hard to dig it out." He paused for a moment before saying, "This is the Your mother's stuff, I think you have a right to know where it goes."

Helena: "..."

"What am I going to do with it?"

"up to you--"

And the intersection with the blood man Barrow is a bit of a coincidence.There were a lot of nights when Harry liked to hang around the Astronomy Tower by himself in his Invisibility Cloak - it was always deserted after the students had finished their astronomy lessons - most of the time he could be there by himself After staying there for a long time, he watched the sky light up, and the golden sunlight began to penetrate the clouds, coating everything with magnificent and bright colors, and then he came down from the tower.

Until one night, he met Baro the Bloody Man.At that time, he didn't know why the resident ghost of Slytherin came from the deepest cellar of Hogwarts to the tallest astronomy tower.That same night, he was captured by the bloody Baro.

He thought that wearing an invisibility cloak would allow him to have nothing to worry about, but obviously this was just another misunderstanding of his——

"Come out, whoever is there is violating the rules." The hoarse and cold voice spread in the cool air of early autumn, causing the surrounding temperature to "swish" down by several degrees. The hollow voice did not resemble the voice of any living thing The texture doesn't sound like any emotion, but it's creepy.

— not teachers, nor ghosts, then only students.

Harry didn't notice a ghost coming behind him. In fact, he was looking up at the dark blue sky through his invisibility cloak at that time, immersed in a kind of bewildered thought. He sat on the highest floor of the spiral staircase The center of the steps blocks the way for visitors to the rooftop.

——Of course he could have passed through or bypassed him at that time.

It wasn't until the translucent ghost rose into the air and blocked his sight, and the eyes in those cloudy eyes were gloomy and sharp, that Harry sat up slowly. In fact, he was not covered by the silver stained blood all over his body. And the haggard face was frightened-it seemed that nothing could make him enter a state of excitement-only the clinking of the shackles hanging from the blood-stained robe attracted his attention.

"Bloody Baron." He emerged from the Invisibility Cloak. "I didn't know the Slytherin ghost was in charge of this."

"Go back." The blood man Baro said coldly.

Harry stepped back slightly, making a "please" gesture.

But Bloody Barrow didn't appreciate it.At this time, he didn't speak, but slowly landed on the spiral staircase, watching the student.

Harry thought he was looking through him somewhere.

——The two seem to have formed a confrontational situation.

In fact, at this time, the Bloody Baron felt other emotions besides guilt for thousands of years-a subtle, surging irritability.Unlike others, the student in front of him doesn’t seem to be afraid of him—this student seems to be very famous, it seems that he once protected the school not long ago—as long as he was there in the past, everyone would actively avoid him, even the ghost Too.

He didn't speak, just silently thinking about how to deal with this seemingly difficult student who seemed to be in a daze.

Of course Harry was not in a daze, at this moment he remembered a story——

"How did you put the shackles on yourself?" Even though this person committed suicide, surely he would not have shackled himself before committing suicide?Then this thing can change by itself, that is to say, it can be taken off?

Yes, Helena Ravenclaw said, he did it for atonement.

There was no response, but it was true that the temperature in the air continued to drop, or maybe it was because it had entered a deeper night.

"It has been carried for more than 1000 years, isn't it enough?"

The temperature continued to drop "whoosh".

"Is this really repentance?" Harry asked another question.

"Who told you that--"

"Helena Ravenclaw."

"..."

Harry watched the bloody Barrow pass through his body angrily, and a biting cold feeling penetrated his whole body, as if freezing his internal organs.Harry shivered viciously, and the aftertaste of the chill was spreading through his body, making his skin crawl all over.His brain became sober in an instant, Harry stood up slowly, and followed the bloody Baron to the parapet.

——From this angle, Ravenclaw Tower can be clearly seen.

Thanks to the feeling of being pierced by ice, he can rationally analyze the current situation.

"I was looking for Ravenclaw's diadem that day, and she told me that story." Harry took the initiative to start the conversation, and didn't care whether the other party would respond.

If the other party doesn't want to listen, they can jump directly from the rooftop.This is something he can't do.

So what happened next, anyway, he didn't hear the bloody Baron speak again that day, and of course this Slytherin ghost didn't let him go again.

Barrow didn't come here very often, at least not as often, and they had hardly talked before.

Until one day, when Harry looked at Ravenclaw Tower, he saw Helena wandering in the tower.Later, he went not only to the Astronomy Tower, but also to the Ravenclaw Tower, even though he frightened the cold Helena the first time.

He only knew the story at first, but he didn't expect to get the friendship of two ghosts.

Later, the relationship between the two seemed to ease a little, and the bloody Baro did not take off his shackles.Harry suspected that even if the other party was willing to forgive him, he might continue to handcuff himself, just to make his conscience easier.

What about him?Harry suddenly took a deep breath, and the coldness poured down his throat hard, causing a sharp pain.

"Are you ready to go back?" The ghost of Ravenclaw suddenly asked because it noticed Harry's subtle movements.

"No." Harry shook his head.

Helena: "..."

She took a deep breath—if she could, Helena stabilized her emotions, and tentatively said, "Since you're just standing here, why don't you come with me to a place and help me find something... "

It was the first time Harry had heard such an invitation from the Ravenclaw ghost, and it was a novelty.

"where to?"

"It's not here after all." Ravenclaw's ghost turned and left,

It didn't take long for Harry to know where Helena was taking him, and they were standing in front of an empty wall in the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, and on the opposite wall was a tapestry of Barnabas being beaten with a troll stick, but—

"You need a place to hide your stuff."

Harry looked at Helena strangely: "The inside has long been burned to ashes by...".

Then he watched Helena go right in.

Harry: "..."

Compared with the place where he hid things the last time he came in, the space he was in didn't look like a city anymore, it was more like a classroom-sized, objects accumulated over thousands of years were swept away by a raging fire, and at this moment he even There was also the smell of fire and burnt.

Items that have been burned by fire cannot be repaired, just like Ravenclaw's diadem.

The space in front of him is full of ashes, but even so, the ashes that have been burned into ashes are still piled up like mountains.Looking around, there were probably dozens of mountains of ash that were taller than two Hagrids, and there were charred objects everywhere. When he entered the door, a lot of ash scattered from the air.

Apparently, ghosts are not affected by these ashes, and the speed at which she shuttles nimbly makes Harry envious and jealous. What he wants to ask is, can he not follow?

The answer is of course no.If there is really something left unburned, it is impossible for the ghost to find it, let alone pick it up.

With every step Harry took, a layer of churning soot was swirled up. Although he looked carefully at the road under his feet, he accidentally touched a piece of black charcoal beside him that might have been a cabinet, and he immediately found that his clothes were was rubbed with black charcoal—

Harry, who was about to cry without tears, even wiped out the guns to wipe away the stains. This level of filth was only attempted in war.

He didn't even dare to speak much - because when he opened his mouth, the dust floating around him would swirl into his mouth.Merlin's balls, he can guarantee that every strand of his hair is covered with ashes, probably ten thousand times dirtier than Snape's greasy hair.Harry thought in disgust and bitterly.

Harry conjured up a scarf, wrapped it around his neck a few times, and pulled it up to cover his mouth and nose.

"What are you looking for, there's nothing here—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Helena stopped.

"Should be here," she murmured. She didn't go very far, but Harry didn't want to go there. Helena was floating almost at the edge of the room on the right, about two o'clock in Harry's time. There were two or three piles of ash piles on the road leading from her feet to her side. Harry could imagine that as long as he walked over by himself, he would be buried in it.

Helena's eyes were fixed on her left front in front of her - a pile of ash mountains with a particularly large diameter, as if she was recalling, and also seemed to be evaluating whether it would be inside.

"Can you come over?"

It wouldn't be any better than it is now, Harry hesitated for a while, then walked over slowly.

Merlin's boxers, it's impossible to move an inch.

"What are you looking for, there's only ashes here—" Harry trudged to her side, and he was now almost half buried in the ashes.

Helena's expression was a bit strange, as if she was missing something, her mouth trembled slightly, but no words came out of her mouth.

"Helena?"

"Hello?"

"I am leaving--"

"Yes, it's right here." Ravenclaw's ghost suddenly said firmly, and she pointed to the pile of ashes, "You..." She looked back at Harry, and was immediately overwhelmed by Harry who was almost buried in the ashes. Leigh was taken aback.

Harry pursed his lips—then he remembered that the other party couldn't see, and he had come to this point. He said bitterly, "Tell me, how did the fire go out here?" He had tried water at that time, but it didn't work. Fortunately, otherwise, he should be walking through mud instead of ashes.

The female ghost looked back and forth on Harry several times, with a little sympathy, "The Room of Requirement should be extinguished by itself, you know, this room is amazing..."

"Well, what are you looking for?"

The ghost floated away easily, making way for Harry to make way for a pile of ashes.

"It's a box, engraved with the words of the fairy and..." She seemed to think about it, and then said: "A few irises."

Harry almost rolled his eyes. In this case, not to mention the box with patterns on it, it's hard to say whether the box still exists.

Of course, the ghost saw what Harry was thinking, and immediately explained: "They, I mean, I cast a protective spell on them, which can resist the erosion of foreign magic, including fire."

It's just that he has to look for it.Harry looked ahead in distress.

"Actually, you could use a cleansing spell," suggested the ghost.

"...!!!!" Harry's eyes widened.

Ghost suddenly felt hairs on her back, but she quickly calmed down, it was all an illusion, she knew it.

Harry shattered the pot and pointed in the direction Helena pointed just now—it was hard for him to even take out his wand now—and mouthed sadly: "Clean it up." Because he didn't want to put his mouth Open up.

The dust in front of him swirled like a tornado. For a while, Harry felt that his lenses were covered in dust, and then the movement in front of him finally stopped after half a minute——

Helena said in surprise: "They are still there!"

Harry twirled up his scarf, only to find that it was already covered with dust, and he managed to wipe down the mirrors by about [-]%-cleaned one after another.

If he had known it would be okay to clean it up... Harry started cleaning his lower body until—

Ravenclaw's ghost has always been noble and moving, and her lofty posture makes people have to look up, but at this time she passed through Harry's body back and forth in order to divert Harry's attention.

"..."

"Stop!" Harry, who was almost on the verge of collapse, couldn't bear the cold, he shouldn't have agreed to this crazy woman's request!

At the same time, Helena also realized what she had done, she stopped quickly, with a little guilt on her face, but this couldn't stop her obsession: "Quick, it's right there, go get it Come out, rest assured, this box is only to prevent magic spells, no black magic..."

Harry turned his head stiffly, and saw the box at a glance. There was still a little dust on it, but the beautiful elf characters carved on the surface of the box and the legendary flowers were all revealed.

"What is this?" Harry looked at the stone box in disbelief, "There is really something left behind."

"You take it out, and then open it..." Ravenclaw's ghost said almost anxiously.

Harry cleared a path for himself, "Is this your thing?"

"Of course." Ghost said.

Mrs. Phantom slipped her mouth just now, so Harry didn't fully believe what she said.But even if this thing is not hers, it must have been undiscovered for more than 1000 years. In other words, his former owner has been dead for more than 1000 years. Compared with the identity of the ghost, Harry guesses that the box is very Possibly belonged to her mother, Rowena Ravenclaw.

Since a path had been cleared, Harry cast a few cleansing spells on himself, and removed the ashes from the surface of the stone box. Instead of moving it with his hands immediately, he first tested the magic on the surface of the box with his wand.

Helena didn't stop his movement, but just looked at him quietly, holding her breath.

"What's in here..." After confirming that there was no black magic, Harry ran his hand over the exquisite words on it, and found a golden light slowly wandering from the words on the box cover with the movement of his hand. walk by. "Also, how do I open it?"

"Take it out first, be careful, it may be very heavy." Specter instructed, her voice was a little excited, but more cautious.

It was really heavy, in fact, and Harry tried the weight of the box - he had absolutely no intention of lifting it himself - and took out his wand to levitate it.

——Why did he move it by himself? If he really moved it, would he need his arm tomorrow? If he couldn't move it, he would smash his foot, right? !

Harry floated it in a relatively open area, and then cast a few cleansing spells around it.

"Can you say it?" Since you have wasted all your efforts to hunt for treasure, it is impossible to return empty-handed, right?Facing this ancient stone box, Harry inevitably had some expectations.

Helena suddenly read a long string of strange and melodious sentences. Her speech speed was not fast, and the cadence was nice, but Harry couldn't understand it.

When Helena finally heard it, Harry asked dazedly, "Shall I read it?"

Helena smiled slightly.Immediately, the top of the box in front of Harry opened automatically, and a dazzling golden light illuminated the entire Room of Requirement brightly——

Harry couldn't open his eyes for a while, he wondered vaguely, can ghosts also use magic?

The golden light lasted for a long time before it dimmed a little, and dropped to a brightness that could make Harry open his eyes, but the light was dazzling enough that Harry had to squint his eyes to observe the situation of the box.

In the box were some finely crafted and shiny utensils that Harry had never seen before—only goblins could have this kind of workmanship, and there was also a huge night pearl that was really shining and translucent But the golden light just now was not from the Ye Mingzhu, but from the box itself.

"What do you want?" Harry didn't dare to touch it. In fact, he was a little skeptical. Even if he took it out, what could this lady do to them?

"Find it for me, see if there is a key inlaid with gemstones, and an hourglass..."

"Hourglass?" Harry looked at the ghost suspiciously, "Was there such a thing more than 1000 years ago?"

"Look for it first." The ghost urged.

Harry was a little afraid to do it, these are all old antiques, if he touches them, they will be turned into ashes...

"It's okay, it's just a commemoration anyway." Helena seemed to see his hesitation, and comforted him softly.

Harry muttered a few words, stretched out his hand to rummage, and carefully took out the utensils inside one by one and put them on the side of the box—these things all contained powerful magic power.

It wasn't until he turned to the bottom that he saw the gemstone key that Helena said, and a thing that looked a bit like an hourglass, but it didn't quite look like an hourglass. Some blurry words were engraved on the key and the bracket on the outer layer of the hourglass. The ampersand - maybe this is really an hourglass from more than 1000 years ago?

"Is it these two?" Harry took out the gemstone key and turned to look at the ghost, but he didn't find the symbols engraved on it winding up from his fingertips.

Helena seemed to recognize it carefully, and finally nodded.

When he picked up the hourglass, Ravenclaw's ghost suddenly said "ah".

Harry looked at her subconsciously, but found that she didn't seem to be unusual, "What's wrong?"

"No." Ravenclaw's ghost returned to his cold state, "I'm just too excited."

Harry: "..."

"Don't be scary, I almost couldn't hold it steady..." Harry said in pain, and then he looked at the hourglass in his hand—

"Wait, where's the text on it?"

Helena looked at him blankly, "Is there text on it?"

Harry: "..."

Harry's attention was once again focused on the hourglass with a history of more than 1000 years. At this moment, he did not notice that there was a suspiciously gentle smile on the corner of the mouth of the Ravenclaw ghost.