Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 200 Wilbur Ravenclaw
Helena Ravenclaw, who was milky white and transparent, was floating there quietly.

She stared at the holy light at He Gang's fingertips.

This ability to have a very strong restraint ability against ghosts and other substances made her feel a little confused.

There was an indescribable terror on her beautiful, cold face.

It seemed that remembering this incident was even more difficult for her than killing her.

But after a while, she still whispered:
"I stole that crown from my mother."

"The pursuit of wisdom is always worthy of forgiveness, Ms. Helena, just like Odin who is even willing to give his own eyeballs to pursue the runes and the wisdom of the gods."

He Gang tried his best to appease Helena who looked like she might slip away at any moment.

To be honest, apart from Holy Light, He Gang really couldn't find a way to deal with things like ghosts.

But Shengguang is easy to use, but He Gang's level and attributes are placed there.

The holy light he uses is even several times more dangerous than many thermal weapons if left unchecked.

"I stole the crown."

Helena Ravenclaw said softly,
"I wanted to make myself a little bit smarter than my mother and get closer to the essence of the truth of the world, so I took it and left..."

Probably He Gang's compliment played a role. Although Helena was still afraid of that memory, she still said it.

She didn't seem to believe in anyone, but she was willing to tell him the truth and everything.

Weird.

And He Gang noticed that Helena uttered some entries.

[Closer to the essence of world truth. 】

This passage doesn't look like Helena in the HP world view can say it.

Although the witchcraft and magic in this world are interesting, no matter the great white wizard or the notorious dark lord, they seem to only focus on the pursuit of power and power.

In contrast, nothing has been done about academic matters such as the world, worldview, evolution theory, etc.

world truth...

Such words.

It's more like the whispers of some big filthy gods in the dungeon world that reach the ears of anyone who gets close.

"It is said that my mother never acknowledged the loss of the diadem and still pretended that it was still with her. She hid her loss and my betrayal... even from the other founders of Hogwarts."

"Then she fell ill...very ill. Even though I betrayed her, she still struggled to see me one last time. She sent someone to me who had loved me for a long time but was rejected by me many times ...she knew that man wouldn't let it go until he took me back."

Helena Ravenclaw stated in a low voice.

Her voice was nice, but it was a little hoarse, and it seemed to be sounding through something thin and pure cotton, or from the abyss of the valley.

A look of pain appeared between her brows and eyes,
"He tracked me down to the forest where I was hiding...he became agitated when I refused to go back with him... Barrow has always been a fiery man."

"He was so angry at my refusal, and because he was jealous of my freedom, he eventually assassinated me."

"How did he find you?"

He Gang stared at Helena's eyes, those pupils were as deep as the sea, without revealing any truth.

It really should be said.

Helena Ravenclaw was born 1000 years ago.

Ghosts can also learn, can store knowledge, and even have some incomplete and fragmented knowledge transfer structures.

Can you expect a boy in his twenties in He Gang to figure out the mind of a 1000-year-old goblin?
almost impossible.

Not to mention He Gang, not even another psychological master would be able to do it.

"Bloodman Baro..."

Helena Ravenclaw lifted up one side of her cloak, revealing a dark wound on her white chest.

When a person dies, the cause of death usually appears on the ghost.

This is the main wound in which Barro kills Helena.

"When he realized what he had done, great remorse overwhelmed him, and finally this vile dog who served Wilbur killed himself with the same weapon that took my life. He has been wearing it for so many centuries. His chain expresses remorse."

Her voice was a little bitter,

"Wilbur told him where I was..."

Dumbledore keenly grasped the key words in this passage.

he asks:

"Who is Wilbur?"

He can be regarded as a living encyclopedia. Even in the past, Dumbledore had many long conversations with Helena Ravenclaw.

Talking to ghosts about their centuries-old stories was one of Dumbledore's lesser-known hobbies.

But whether it is official history or unknown unofficial history, or even Helena Ravenclaw's own statement, the name Wilbur has never appeared.

"Wilbur Ravenclaw..."

Helena curled up in pain, and the students around her pointed.

She kept repeating the name, but couldn't tell the whole thing.

It wasn't until several minutes later that she said:
"It's... my brother."

"it?"

"it!"

Fear suddenly surged out of Helena's eyes, more turbulent than ever.

Until a pure white light filled the entire space in an instant.

At that moment, the system log refreshed dozens of pages.

It’s all about the refreshment of sanity swings.

Something is coming!
"Can you feel it?"

A very heavy panic suddenly descended on He Gang's heart.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

Dumbledore nodded.

But no one else here feels that way.

"There's something weird about this world."

He Gang said.

They seem... to be approaching the source of the oddity.

Especially when Helena said the title "it".

What kind of deformed freak can make a traditional witch say inhuman epithets?

"What about the crown? Where did you hide it?"

He Gang rationally did not continue to ask about the specific situation of the weird thing that might indeed be a descendant of the Ravenclaw family.

He tried to bring his attention back to the crown.

"It's still where I hid it, when I heard Barro groping into the forest where I hid, and hid it in a hollow tree."

Helena Ravenclaw said,
"But... I don't know why, but I often dream of the old man's face growing out of that tree, screaming under the erosion of a mist..."

Hearing such a strange dream, the protagonist trio behind He Gang could not help but shudder.

a screaming tree...

He Gang frowned:
"Where? I want to be honest."

"A forest in Albania. A lonely place where I thought I could escape my mother's control."

"Albania……"

He Gang repeated.

A strange feeling emerged in his chaotic thoughts, as if he had missed something.

(End of this chapter)