Chapter 82 The Crown Appears Suddenly
Crack! Crack!
This crisp sound made Harry and Helena break free from the stare and the strange atmosphere.
Other students in the lounge also looked in that direction.
It was the delicate ring on the Ravenclaw statue that was also copied with marble.
At this moment, the white marble was like a broken eggshell, being peeled off layer by layer by a beam of light as bright as the moon, revealing the crystal clear, white jade-like interior.
Harry looked at the source of the light in surprise. It was in a Y shape, and the two ends came from his own and Helena's hearts.
This was very strange, but Harry didn't feel anything at all, but there were strands of light born from his heart.
When facing Voldemort, his heart would also surge with a strange power, but he felt it at that time.
But now, these lights are like an illusory dream, as if they exist in another world.
Perhaps, his conversation with Helena activated a mechanism left by Ravenclaw.
However, Harry didn't know what this mechanism was.
He could only guess that this might be related to Helena's name and this time, and perhaps also her long-lost smile.
The light on his body might also be related to this.
Because, that smile was smiling at him after all.
Harry was thinking, but the outside world had only passed a short dozen seconds.
This wonderful ring floated up from the top of Ravenclaw's head, approaching Harry and Helena along the light at a speed that was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
This is it? Harry guessed.
How is it possible?
I obviously stole it, it should be in a hollow tree in Albania.
No, no, he obviously knew the news. He put it here? Helena said tremblingly.
At the beginning, she wanted to make herself smarter and more famous than her mother.
So she ran away with the crown.
Her mother never admitted that the crown was missing, and always pretended that the crown was still there, and even concealed her loss and her terrible betrayal from the other founders of Hogwarts.
Until she was seriously ill, her mother still wanted to see her, the daughter who betrayed her.
But she didn't want to go back, even though she knew her mother was going to die.
Self-esteem was more important to her than her own mother!
So, she died.
Died at the hands of a crazy suitor.
After death, she finally understood what she really wanted, and she returned to Hogwarts as a ghost.
But even so, her mother had already died.
There was only one suitor who would rather turn into a ghost to follow her.
She closed her heart and had only one thought, to stay in the tower of Ravenclaw and guard her mother's college.
She had been in this state for a long time. For thousands of years, people who knew her identity and wanted the Ravenclaw crown came one after another, but no one could make her speak.
But a boy appeared, he was so handsome and likable.
And he was a descendant of Slytherin.
Also trapped by the reputation of his ancestors.
Like himself, he hoped that others would think that he was himself, not the descendant of someone.
So she opened her heart to the boy named Tom Riddle.
Told the whereabouts of the Ravenclaw crown.
Then she was ignored. The boy she had finally fallen in love with left her without any force majeure before she graduated.
She finally realized that she had been deceived.
Not long ago, he appeared again, and time had not left any trace on his face. He was still unwilling to approach her.
The resentment and the guilt that surged in her heart again made her stay by the statue of her mother.
Until an ignorant boy approached.
He might be great.
He even defeated Voldemort in the first grade.
But in her eyes, the boy named Potter was no different from other vulgar people.
However, what Harry Potter said and the routine he used to greet her were almost the same as Riddle's.
This reminded her of the past and the time she met Riddle this time.
The only sunshine in that long winter.
But this time, Harry Potter was in her previous position.
And she was more like Riddle.
This was not her imagination.
She knew this boy named Harry Potter.
She observed this child.
Because he could make Peeves stay away from him.
And she understood the nature of Peeves.
Harry Potter is a kind and modest child.
Completely different from Riddle.
Riddle, like her, has a pride engraved in his bones.
Knowing Harry, she thought that this conversation would only bring her a long-lost friend.
A close junior.
However, she never expected that her mother's crown would appear again.
That crown was in the sculpture that she had seen for a thousand years!
Although she thought at the first time that this might be a surprise prepared by Riddle for her.
But that magic, coming from her mother's magic, can't be faked.
She realized something.
I don't know who the he you are talking about is?
However, this must be left to you by your mother. Harry looked at the crown that had fallen into his hand and said softly.
I think it has been waiting for you, waiting for your smile, a relaxed smile from the heart. Harry said softly.
He thought of his mother.
She used death to protect him and left him a spell of love.
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The spell flows in his blood, allowing him to defeat Voldemort.
Just now, when he touched the crown, he clearly felt the love of a mother for her child.
This crown must have nothing to do with the him in Helena's mouth.
This crown may have been found by Helena's mother a long time ago and hidden in her statue.
Yes, Harry, I think you are right.
Really, it has been more than a thousand years, and you still don't trust me.
Is my smile really that important? Helena said with a sob.
She looked at the marble statue, as if she saw her mother.
The mother who was still thinking about her when she was seriously ill.
Her mother's death may also be related to this crown.
She is really stupid. Isn't the crown of Ravenclaw just a work of Ravenclaw.
Ravenclaw's greatness has nothing to do with the crown!
Her mother might have made a new crown after she stole it.
She hid it in her statue when she was seriously ill.
She waited for her daughter to return and take it.
I can. I am such a fool. I am just a ghost. Helena looked at the new crown her mother made for her.
She wanted to touch it with her hands.
It is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. Harry handed the crown to Helena.
However, a miracle happened. When the crown touched Helena's pale fingertips, a pearly white, invisible crown appeared from the visible crown.
The next second, the ghost Helena put on the crown.
