Hogwarts Everything is Three

"You know..." Rowena Ravenclaw touched her lower abdomen, and a strand of dark brown hair on her sideburns gently slipped off. "Since you choose to go back, she must be born and must become ghost."

"She told you..." Allen understood that they had thought that the other party didn't know before, or they had deliberately avoided the topic.

"You should understand that these are the things I have already endured once in your time." Ravenclaw turned his head to Alan, his voice softer than usual, "Even if you don't mention what changing this thing will have for the future. Unpredictable consequences, the Philosopher’s Stone and the Sage’s Stone are not really wonderful things, and you not only have to keep taking the elixir that you make, but it can’t really make you live forever. Part of your body’s function is still It will age slowly-the owners in history can only hold on for six to seven hundred years at most, and then will voluntarily give up because of the decline in the quality of life... It is estimated that even an ordinary handshake can make you fracture... "

"Then what are you going to..." Allen couldn't help but wonder, "Then why leave me a semi-finished magic stone for me to complete the final production?"

"According to the original trajectory, I will transcend the shackles of mortals and ascend to the gods, allowing me to maintain immortality in other ways-this is the bait given by me in the future to keep the present as it is, but when I can detect the divine power After the secret, it will take years of hard work and still have to find a way to obtain and maintain enough faith to complete, so our daughter..." Ravenclaw’s expression was a bit difficult to tell. This is the first time Alan has seen each other. With this almost ashamed appearance, "Our daughter has no conditions to follow the same path as me, but she must be born to ensure that the future will not change... So after she is born, I will guide her character, And at the right time, she would murder our daughter without her knowledge... to ensure that she would choose to be a ghost instead of becoming one of the petitioners in the underworld-the truth of death, the truth of God The truth is that I still don’t understand that I myself have not been to the underworld, but you should have seen it before. It is absorbing those souls who have given up their self-consciousness in the underworld and absorbing their energy to grow and nourish myself. I can only do this. Doing so can protect her from being swallowed by death..."

Alan raised his hand and stroked the witch's head, but found that he couldn't say anything.

"As for the semi-finished products of the Philosopher's Stone, I still don't know the reason. According to the study of the Arab alchemist Jebel's Handbook that I obtained during my previous travels more than 100 years ago, the process of making the Philosopher's Stone is full of sin..." The witch obediently put her head on Alan’s chest and explained it—until her head accidentally touched the time converter on Alan’s neck, her whole body movement stagnated, and she stretched out her hand, letting her fingers trace gently. The shape of the time converter.

Alan felt her move and lowered his head, and saw Ravenclaw's white and delicate hand holding the time converter, "Roy..." The wizard swallowed back what he had stopped, and in fact he started to start too. Some hesitation, thinking about everything the other party might have to endure later, Allen decided to wait for her final decision-although this made him a little loathed that he slickly gave the witch the right to choose, in order to take the opportunity to escape responsibility.

Ravenclaw's eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her hand holding the time converter seemed to be frozen in place, lingering on her hands. The gentle wind lingered around the branches of the trees, and the water in the black lake was wrinkled and rippled. Ravenclaw finally turned the time converter aside without telling it to tear it off, then let go of his clenched hand and sighed slightly.

"You will be responsible for the sin of making the Sorcerer's Stone in the future." Ravenclaw did not look up. "The future me is much more sensible than the current me-rather than letting you take off the time converter now, After living together for hundreds of years and finally being absorbed by the **** of death, it is better to use such a more greedy choice to give us a chance to truly control death..."

In fact, when Allen heard that he was going to take on something, it made him feel better, at least not all of it would be taken by the other party-although this does not sound like self-deception, it always makes him feel better. .

There was not much pink quicksand left in the transparent hourglass of the time converter. Alan and Ravenclaw never returned to the tree house, and settled on the cliff where Hogwarts had not yet been established. In their hearts, the remaining short time was extremely precious, and all research was shelved-Allen directly extracted the memory of his knowledge, saved it in a bottle and gave it to the other party.

In the following time, neither of the two asked whether to stay or not. It was just that in the middle of the night, Allen occasionally could feel that Rowena put his eyes on the time converter on his chest-Allen himself did not There was no action, and Rowena did not really make any remarks about the time converter, nor did he attempt to take it off.

All the best times are those that have passed away and never look back.

The setting sun sprinkled a layer of gold on the Black Lake, and everything seemed silent, everything was quiet, including the world that seemed to be frozen on the shore of the Black Lake.

Suddenly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the last pink crystal sand in the transparent gourd slipped, and the figure of the witch stood alone beside the camp. After a long time, a poetic voice came from her mouth.

"Goodbye, Ellen."

That night, in Hufflepuff’s tavern, Hufflepuff served Gryffindor with some seafood chowder full of salmon, shrimp and crab, “Godric, I made you some of your favorite foods. , Don't worry about them..."

The sound from the door interrupted the conversation between the two of them. They looked at Ravenclaw who had just pushed open the dark green wooden door and walked in. They couldn't move their eyes away from Ravenclaw.

She doesn't look like the usual Rowena at all. The long hair that is always scattered behind her head is combed neatly, and on the top of her hair is the one that Alan brought her back. A head ring composed of overlapping silver branches. The black robe with the same style all the year round and the hem slightly broken is gone. It is replaced by a dark blue skirt with a delicate style, embellished with stars. With Ravenclaw’s steps, there is sometimes a flash of light that appears Profound and mysterious-the elegant dress makes the witch stunningly beautiful, but her inattentive expression has disappeared without a trace. Her expression looks a little harsh, which makes people afraid to approach easily.

I only saw her ignoring the other guests who were chatting enthusiastically, and went straight to the place where she had sat with Allen.

Gryffindor noticed the other party's abnormality. He stood up, walked directly to Ravenclaw, sat opposite her, and suddenly looked back in the direction of the door, "What about that kid? He's not always Like a fart..."

"Godric!" Hufflepuff sharply interrupted Gryffindor's questioning. She looked at Ravenclaw lovingly and asked softly, "What do you want to eat, dear?"

"pudding."