13 Ch-11 Mother and Daughter

She took one hesitant step, two and her body fell straight to the ground with a

twist.

Lady Ravenclaw stepped forward to help her up, and Helena leaned most of her body on her.

"Try again, you haven't even put on your shoes yet, and you fell like this!"

"But I haven't walked in a long time." I watched all this without bothering to come forward. Apart from that, he could see clearly that Helena's smile getting brighter and brighter, her eyes curved into a crescent moon, a sign of her heart being freed. "Isn't everything just as you anticipated? You are prepared for this, Jason." Helena and Ms. Ravenclaw were having fun playing the game of 'holding and walking', both of them ignored all the people at the side.

After almost half an hour, the two ladies stopped, each tidying up their messy hair strands.

Helena's body emitted light, soft white light, which made her look like a princess.

"Mother, you have forgiven me, don't you?" She asked, still somewhat anxiously.

"I never blamed you." Lady Ravenclaw said with a smile. Helena smiled and wept, her face blossoming with holy and pure light.

After a few moments, Helena whispered in her mother's ear as their eyes looked over towards Jason, who stood not far away.

The two walked over in a pair, holding each other's arms together.

"Mr. Black?" Lady Rowena Ravenclaw said. "Lady Ravenclaw, Helena, congratulations," Jason said.

"It's thanks to you, Jason. Otherwise, I might have been lonely forever." Helena

said with a smile as she gently tugged on her mother's sleeve. Rowena Ravenclaw looked at him with a soft gaze, "Thank you very much, Mr. Black, you freed my daughter."

"I think of Helena as a friend of mine, as well as Baron here, and I hope they can both relieve their knots..." "Baron? He's not dead?" Rowena Ravenclaw's expression stunned, her gaze as sharp and intimidating in a way it had never been before. Helena said somewhat gloatingly, "That nuisance also became a ghost, but he is no better, always carrying the bloody shackles, you don't have to bother with him."

"Is that so?" Rowena Ravenclaw's gaze straight to Baron and then she sighed.

"It was my mistake; I shouldn't have let him find you."

"It's all in the past," Helena whispered.

I felt the magic power surging around Rowena Ravenclaw's body, and she seemed to be doing something he couldn't understand. Outside the Room of Requirement, an extremely hidden magic pattern is lit up one by one, starting from the seventh floor and extending outwards. The tower, the sixth floor, the fifth floor, expanding all the way down and out... Headmaster Dumbledore had a

very puzzled expression. Does it seem that he is - deprived of some powers of the headmaster?

No, not deprived, but temporarily borrowed. 

"However - I seem to have found something familiar." Lady Ravenclaw said, and as Jason and Helena looked somewhat puzzled, A tattered diadem appeared abruptly from thin air and fell onto the white ground.

"Is this your diadem?" Helena looked surprised and said, "How did it appear here?"

Lady Ravenclaw stared at the diadem, "You don't know this, how would I know? I found it in a dump ... What the hell do these little wizards think my lab is?"

My gaze fixed deadly on the diadem, and he switched his perspective straight away - the same feeling the ring brought him, deep, dark, evil magic, silent as death.

It is a Horcrux!

"A piece of soul is sealed inside ... A magic left by that Herpo the Foul?" Ms.

Ravenclaw frowned and said, "I remember it seems to be called as Horcrux?" "You know about this thing?" Jason asked.

"Of course, Herpo was famous in my time, and many of his magic spells that could be considered nefarious were widely spread. Horcrux, though, are indeed quite rare."

Lady Ravenclaw's gaze turned to Helena: "Who did you give this diadem to?"

Helene looked away, somewhat abashed. "Almost fifty years ago, I was tricked by a student into telling him the place where the diadem was hidden."

Jason added from the sidelines, "As far as I know, Voldemort, oh, that's the name he changed later, Voldemort is superb at fiddling with minds and, more importantly, he's extremely ambitious and has made more than one Horcrux." As for how wicked Voldemort was and what he did in the wizarding world, it simply didn't matter to Rowena Ravenclaw. He took the damaged Ring out of his bag and handed it to the Lady Ravenclaw.

She stroked the neat scorch marks on the Ring, "A fiendfyre curse, a very skillful fiendfyre curse." She didn't say anything about the dark magic; in her time, the fiendfyre curse had been used by quite a few people because of its power and counter-curse. "I also saw traces of magic that belonged to me ...," Lady Ravenclaw looked up at him.

Jason's thoughts moved to provide the key information: "Voldemort is a

descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and he received the Slytherin legacy of magic."

"... That so? I did exchange memory magic ... with Salazar," Ravenclaw whispered.

Jason eyes went to the diadem, "Lady Ravenclaw, if you don't mind, I will be

obliged to take it away and find an opportunity to destroy it."

"With your fiendfyre curse?" Lady Ravenclaw asked.

"It's very effective."

"But the diadem will be completely ruined." Lady Ravenclaw glanced disgustedly at the damaged state in which the is ring and thought for a moment, "I'll do it."

She poked out her hand, let the diadem float in front of her, scrutinized it for a

moment, and tossed it out.

In the pure white space, the magic continued to surge, forming stars and

multicoloured rays, which converged behind Lady Ravenclaw, as if draped in a

river of stars.

"Go on." Ms. Ravenclaw said, and the starlight whistled like a tidal wave, forming an exaggerated magic vortex in midair and swallowing the diadem. In the vortex, an ice blue and bronze magic began to swirl and poured in the

diadem, wisps of black gas spilled out of it and then were smashed by the surrounding magic.

A harsh sound rang out, but Lady Ravenclaw reached out and pointed, and the sound suddenly disappeared.

"This?" Jason asked in amazement if he saw it right, this crude approach is-

"I borrowed the magic of the castle to form a vortex that pulls out the souls

inside and grinds them apart piece by piece," Ravenclaw said flatly.

Jason: "..." amazing to have this much magic power. He asked politely, "Won't this damage your diadem?" A diadem that could grant a person wisdom is something he would be interested in studying, but his original intention was to do so after he resolved the Horcrux without harm. "It's already ruined, the nefarious soul tainted the diadem's entire wisdom, and I just don't want to damage its materials." Lady Ravenclaw said. Jason looked at the diadem that kept spilling out black smoke in midair and remained silent.