The Diadem had just settled on his head, and as soon as Evan felt its cold, hard touch, the scene before his eyes swiftly transford.
He found that his perspective was rapidly rising, getting farther and farther away from the ground.
“I’m flying!” This thought popped up in Evan’s mind, but he imdiately rejected it.
This was not a simple physical ascent, for he could see his body still seated in its original position, sitting at Rowena Ravenclaw’s massive desk. He was now viewing the Headmaster’s office from an odd, overhead angle, looking down at Lady Ravenclaw and his own body.
It felt as if his soul had left his body. …
Soul separation!
Although Evan had never experienced soul separation, he was certain that this was what it felt like.
Directly below him, a soft, pale blue radiance appeared again, emanating from the Diadem on his head.
The misty light extended upward, connecting with Evan in midair. He noticed that his current body felt a little strange. …
Before he could check, he saw Lady Ravenclaw suddenly look up at him.
The corners of her mouth curved upward slightly into a smile — beautiful, yet sowhat intimidating.
This seed to be a signal. In the blink of an eye, everything in front of Evan, including Lady Ravenclaw and his own body, began to shatter. The fragnts multiplied at a very fast speed, and instantly covered everything Evan could see. They detached from the original world, much like a pane of glass shattering upon impact with the ground.
When Evan regained his senses, he realized he was no longer in the Headmaster’s office at Hogwarts.
At this mont, he was high above an expansive, primal forest, with the cold night wind blowing in his face.
An incredibly large full moon hung in the night sky right in front of him. Under the bright moonlight, countless towering trees were rapidly sweeping backwards below him. Evan could hear the sound of wind brushing through the leaves, accompanied by a faint friction-like noise. Though he had never heard such a sound before, he quickly realized it ca from the flapping of wings and the air brushing against feathers. These noises were caused by his current body interacting with the air — because now, he had taken the form of a raven.
Ravenclaw’s magic on the Diadem had transford Evan into a raven and brought him here, outside Hogwarts.
Was this vast, boundless forest below the Forbidden Forest outside the castle?
Obviously not, the Forbidden Forest was not that big, and there were many towering trees that Evan had never seen before.
Lady Ravenclaw had said that the Diadem would guide him to retrieve her treasure key, the sapphire embedded in the Diadem that carried her will.
And since the Diadem with the sapphire had been taken by Helena, this must be the forest of Albania!
An unimaginable magic made Evan instantly travel from Hogwarts to Albania, thousands of miles away.
Although this wasn’t his physical body but a special soul form, it was still astonishing.
Pulled by an inexplicable force, the raven that Evan transford into flew forward quickly.
Looking across countless trees, he seed to have figured out where Helena was hiding. …
“So, I’m about to see Helena Ravenclaw in person?”
As this thought arose, the next mont, Evan saw a massive tree erge from the horizon. It was clearly much larger and sturdier than the surrounding trees, towering to the point where even the moon appeared only half its height. Its enormous canopy almost covered the entire sky, obscuring much of the forest behind it.
With the appearance of this huge ancient tree, the magic in the air began to change.
The moonlight couldn’t penetrate the dense foliage of the ancient tree, but beneath it, a flickering fla dispelled the darkness deep within the forest.
In the center of the fire was a blazing bonfire, where there was a small camp.
Next to the campfire, a girl was curled up on a protruding rock, hugging her knees.
She appeared slightly frail, her face pale and etched with deep exhaustion. Yet her expression and mannerisms were still filled with pride. Her voice was soft, her speech unhurried, and her words ticulously precise. Every gesture and word reflected the excellent education she had once received.
The girl looked a lot like Rowena Ravenclaw, very beautiful but not intimidating.
This was Helena Ravenclaw. Evan actually saw the living Helena!
No further explanation was needed — the man opposite her could only be the Bloody Baron.
The Baron was leaning against the tree trunk with most of his body hidden by the edge of the campfire. Evan couldn’t see his expression clearly, but he could see that he was wearing dieval-style wizard robes. These were the kind of high-quality garnts favored by pure-blood Wizarding families.
Whether it was influenced by Gryffindor or rely a fashion of the ti, he also carried a short sword at his waist.
The two seed to be arguing about sothing. They had been talking about it for a while before Evan ca!
Seeing this scene, Evan’s mind imdiately jumped to the tragic story of the Baron and Helena. The Diadem seed insignificant now — he knew what was about to unfold. Their argunt would escalate until the Baron killed Helena in a fit of rage and then took his own life. …
He wanted to stop them or do sothing, but he couldn’t do anything!
Evan had no way to control his current body. After the raven landed, he stood quietly on the branch, watching what was happening below. It felt like watching a mory as a third party in the Pensieve, but the difference was that the dispute and everything in front of him were happening, not soone’s mory. It was the magic left on the Diadem by Lady Ravenclaw that brought him here and he saw everything.
Since there was nothing he could do, Evan refocused his attention on the conversation between the two people below.
The only thing that could comfort him was that the death of the two people was history that happened more than a thousand years ago. Even if he put himself in their shoes and watched it again from a close distance, it was not so difficult for him to accept emotionally.
Of course, it would be unpleasant to see two people die in front of him!
Evan didn’t understand why he was watching these things, but history is history, and he was witnessing it happening.
“Tell , where’s that Mudblood you ran off with?” said the Baron in a deep voice.
His tone was nothing like the stiff and hollow voice he had as a ghost; it was powerful and commanding.
“There’s no one else. I left Hogwarts alone,” Helena whispered, her voice trembling slightly with tears, but she was extrely determined. “I’m glad that I finally plucked up the courage to do that. Over the years, I’ve had enough of that place, enough of everyone pointing fingers at , enough of them only seeing as the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, enough of those hypocritical wizards, enough of my mother and the other three school founders’ indifferent and insignificant concern for , enough of my own cowardice and stupidity. Of course, I’ve had enough of you, Baron, I’ve had enough of your obsession with and that worthless love, really enough, I don’t know how you found , but I hope you disappear from my sight imdiately…”
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