Chapter 133: Helena's Decision
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Chapter 133: Helena's Decision
Felix Harp bid his polite farewell and left.
During the afternoon class, he found himself unusually distracted.
"Please turn to page 147 of your books. Let's take a look at how ancient wizards perceived the concept of 'existence'," the professor announced.
"Professor? We covered this part in the previous lesson..." a young wizard raised his hand.
Felix Harp displayed a surprised expression as he glanced at his textbook. "Indeed, that was my mistake, and I must apologize. This also goes to show that professors are human and can make errors..."
"Alright, let's turn to page 152. Today, we'll be discussing ancient runic inscriptions related to 'hope'," he continued.
Down in the audience, the Weasley twins exchanged a glance, and Fred winked at George: 'Professor Harp making a mistake in class, that's quite rare.'
George mouthed silently: 'We're witnessing history.'
Fred pinched George's thigh to stifle his laughter.
After the class ended, the twins gathered around Felix Harp.
After answering a few questions, Fred curiously asked, "Professor, is there anything we could help with?"
"What?"
"Oh, Professor," George said playfully, "we thought you might be facing a slight predicament, something you can surely handle, but maybe we could lend a hand."
Felix Harp smiled and responded, "Mr. Weasley, I don't really... well," he looked at the two of them, then asked thoughtfully, "Could you get a hold of a magical camera?"
He knew that young wizards had a kind of underground network similar to a flea market, where various intriguing little items could be found.
"Professor, would a Muggle camera and developing potion do the trick? The effect is the same," Fred suggested.
"Exactly," George explained, "A first-year named Creevey bought developing potion from us last year. Though he had his own camera."
Felix Harp pondered for a moment and then said, "That will do."The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
In less than two days, he received the camera, film, and developing potion.
He readily paid the remaining balance.
Over the next week, as Felix Harp chatted with Helena, they deliberately avoided mentioning the conflict from that night.
Felix Harp shared interesting stories from the outside world, even including his secret travels during that year.
"You really got caught by Dementors in the American magical black market?" she asked in astonishment.
"I wouldn't put it that way. It was more of a fortunate coincidence that I crossed paths with them. I had planned to slip away with the crowd—since we were all wearing disguises, Disapparating once outside was easy."
"And then?" she inquired, intrigued.
In the following days, Helena avoided him.
Felix Harp understood her feelings well; the uncertainty was uncomfortable. Who could guarantee that Lady Ravenclaw's memories were specifically meant for Helena?
Could memories be awakened in a ghost?
Once awakened, would the ghost remain rational?
And if rational, would the desired outcome be achieved?
Despite the high probability of these questions being answered with a 'yes,' no one could be sure until the truth was revealed.
During this time, Felix Harp developed seven photographs. Through the influence of the developing potion and his magical adjustments, Helena appeared lifelike in the pictures—beautiful, elegant, with a faint smile.
Finally, on a weekend morning, she sought out Felix Harp.
"Take me there," she said calmly.
"You've decided?"
She nodded solemnly, ready to accept whatever the outcome might be.
In front of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, Felix Harp and Helena stood in silence.
A large blue door materialized slowly. Helena looked at him, and Felix Harp, holding the handle, pushed the door open.
Felix Harp entered the room once more, this time with Helena by his side—or rather, he was the guest now.
As Helena stepped into the Room of Requirement, the entire space became vibrant.
Tiny voices emerged from all directions. Even without changing perspective, Felix Harp could sense an immense magic awakening.
The furnishings in the room disappeared one by one, the space expanded, until it turned into a boundless, pristine world.
Sky and earth seemed to lose their boundaries, leaving only Felix Harp and Helena in existence.
Not far from Helena, magic surged and formed the silhouette of a woman.
From illusion to reality, she emerged from nothingness.
After a thousand years, Rowena Ravenclaw opened her eyes.
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Chapter 133: Helena's Decision
Felix Harp bid his polite farewell and left.
During the afternoon class, he found himself unusually distracted.
"Please turn to page 147 of your books. Let's take a look at how ancient wizards perceived the concept of 'existence'," the professor announced.
"Professor? We covered this part in the previous lesson..." a young wizard raised his hand.
Felix Harp displayed a surprised expression as he glanced at his textbook. "Indeed, that was my mistake, and I must apologize. This also goes to show that professors are human and can make errors..."
"Alright, let's turn to page 152. Today, we'll be discussing ancient runic inscriptions related to 'hope'," he continued.
Down in the audience, the Weasley twins exchanged a glance, and Fred winked at George: 'Professor Harp making a mistake in class, that's quite rare.'
George mouthed silently: 'We're witnessing history.'
Fred pinched George's thigh to stifle his laughter.
After the class ended, the twins gathered around Felix Harp.
After answering a few questions, Fred curiously asked, "Professor, is there anything we could help with?"
"What?"
"Oh, Professor," George said playfully, "we thought you might be facing a slight predicament, something you can surely handle, but maybe we could lend a hand."
Felix Harp smiled and responded, "Mr. Weasley, I don't really... well," he looked at the two of them, then asked thoughtfully, "Could you get a hold of a magical camera?"
He knew that young wizards had a kind of underground network similar to a flea market, where various intriguing little items could be found.
"Professor, would a Muggle camera and developing potion do the trick? The effect is the same," Fred suggested.
"Exactly," George explained, "A first-year named Creevey bought developing potion from us last year. Though he had his own camera."
Felix Harp pondered for a moment and then said, "That will do."The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.
In less than two days, he received the camera, film, and developing potion.
He readily paid the remaining balance.
Over the next week, as Felix Harp chatted with Helena, they deliberately avoided mentioning the conflict from that night.
Felix Harp shared interesting stories from the outside world, even including his secret travels during that year.
"You really got caught by Dementors in the American magical black market?" she asked in astonishment.
"I wouldn't put it that way. It was more of a fortunate coincidence that I crossed paths with them. I had planned to slip away with the crowd—since we were all wearing disguises, Disapparating once outside was easy."
"And then?" she inquired, intrigued.
In the following days, Helena avoided him.
Felix Harp understood her feelings well; the uncertainty was uncomfortable. Who could guarantee that Lady Ravenclaw's memories were specifically meant for Helena?
Could memories be awakened in a ghost?
Once awakened, would the ghost remain rational?
And if rational, would the desired outcome be achieved?
Despite the high probability of these questions being answered with a 'yes,' no one could be sure until the truth was revealed.
During this time, Felix Harp developed seven photographs. Through the influence of the developing potion and his magical adjustments, Helena appeared lifelike in the pictures—beautiful, elegant, with a faint smile.
Finally, on a weekend morning, she sought out Felix Harp.
"Take me there," she said calmly.
"You've decided?"
She nodded solemnly, ready to accept whatever the outcome might be.
In front of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, Felix Harp and Helena stood in silence.
A large blue door materialized slowly. Helena looked at him, and Felix Harp, holding the handle, pushed the door open.
Felix Harp entered the room once more, this time with Helena by his side—or rather, he was the guest now.
As Helena stepped into the Room of Requirement, the entire space became vibrant.
Tiny voices emerged from all directions. Even without changing perspective, Felix Harp could sense an immense magic awakening.
The furnishings in the room disappeared one by one, the space expanded, until it turned into a boundless, pristine world.
Sky and earth seemed to lose their boundaries, leaving only Felix Harp and Helena in existence.
Not far from Helena, magic surged and formed the silhouette of a woman.
From illusion to reality, she emerged from nothingness.
After a thousand years, Rowena Ravenclaw opened her eyes.
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Chapter 133: Helena's DecisionFelix Harp bid his polite farewell and left.During the afternoon class, he found himself unusually distracted."Please turn to page 147 of your books. Let's take a look at how ancient wizards perceived the concept of 'existence'," the professor announced."Professor? We covered this part in the previous lesson..." a young wizard raised his hand.Felix Harp displayed a surprised expression as he glanced at his textbook. "Indeed, that was my mistake, and I must apologize. This also goes to show that professors are human and can make errors...""Alright, let's turn to page 152. Today, we'll be discussing ancient runic inscriptions related to 'hope'," he continued.Down in the audience, the Weasley twins exchanged a glance, and Fred winked at George: 'Professor Harp making a mistake in class, that's quite rare.'George mouthed silently: 'We're witnessing history.'Fred pinched George's thigh to stifle his laughter.After the class ended, the twins gathered around Felix Harp.After answering a few questions, Fred curiously asked, "Professor, is there anything we could help with?""What?""Oh, Professor," George said playfully, "we thought you might be facing a slight predicament, something you can surely handle, but maybe we could lend a hand."Felix Harp smiled and responded, "Mr. Weasley, I don't really... well," he looked at the two of them, then asked thoughtfully, "Could you get a hold of a magical camera?"He knew that young wizards had a kind of underground network similar to a flea market, where various intriguing little items could be found."Professor, would a Muggle camera and developing potion do the trick? The effect is the same," Fred suggested."Exactly," George explained, "A first-year named Creevey bought developing potion from us last year. Though he had his own camera."Felix Harp pondered for a moment and then said, "That will do."The roots of this story extend from novell bin origin.In less than two days, he received the camera, film, and developing potion.He readily paid the remaining balance.Over the next week, as Felix Harp chatted with Helena, they deliberately avoided mentioning the conflict from that night.Felix Harp shared interesting stories from the outside world, even including his secret travels during that year."You really got caught by Dementors in the American magical black market?" she asked in astonishment."I wouldn't put it that way. It was more of a fortunate coincidence that I crossed paths with them. I had planned to slip away with the crowdsince we were all wearing disguises, Disapparating once outside was easy.""And then?" she inquired, intrigued.In the following days, Helena avoided him.Felix Harp understood her feelings well; the uncertainty was uncomfortable. Who could guarantee that Lady Ravenclaw's memories were specifically meant for Helena?Could memories be awakened in a ghost?Once awakened, would the ghost remain rational?And if rational, would the desired outcome be achieved?Despite the high probability of these questions being answered with a 'yes,' no one could be sure until the truth was revealed.During this time, Felix Harp developed seven photographs. Through the influence of the developing potion and his magical adjustments, Helena appeared lifelike in the picturesbeautiful, elegant, with a faint smile.Finally, on a weekend morning, she sought out Felix Harp."Take me there," she said calmly."You've decided?"She nodded solemnly, ready to accept whatever the outcome might be.In front of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, Felix Harp and Helena stood in silence.A large blue door materialized slowly. Helena looked at him, and Felix Harp, holding the handle, pushed the door open.Felix Harp entered the room once more, this time with Helena by his sideor rather, he was the guest now.As Helena stepped into the Room of Requirement, the entire space became vibrant.Tiny voices emerged from all directions. Even without changing perspective, Felix Harp could sense an immense magic awakening.The furnishings in the room disappeared one by one, the space expanded, until it turned into a boundless, pristine world.Sky and earth seemed to lose their boundaries, leaving only Felix Harp and Helena in existence.Not far from Helena, magic surged and formed the silhouette of a woman.From illusion to reality, she emerged from nothingness.After a thousand years, Rowena Ravenclaw opened her eyes.Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
