Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 65 A Clever Heart Meets a Genuine Temperament

As Mrs. Grey introduced herself, Hermione exclaimed, "Ah! You're Mrs. Rowena's daughter?"

Harry said, "Who is this Rowena? I have no idea."

"Oh, Harry, didn't you know? Mrs. Rowena was the founder of Ravenclaw."

Harry was surprised and thought to himself: Hogwarts has been established for a thousand years. Since she is the offspring of the founder, even if she died of old age, she must have lived for at least nine hundred years.

He quickly stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Oh dear! I'm just a poor country bumpkin. I offended you with my careless address. I hope you won't take offense."

Upon hearing the words "old lady" or "grandmother," Hermione and Ron both turned their heads away, covering their faces and not daring to look directly at each other.

Helena stared at Harry for a long moment before finally speaking:

"The way you talk reminds me of the year, Harry, as if we were all still living in 990 AD."

"But you can still call me sister. I was only eighteen when I died, and no one ever called me grandmother."

Harry shook his head repeatedly and said seriously, "Although Grandma's lifespan in the human world was short, her lifespan in the afterlife was long. Even Peng Zu would have to give way to her. There is an order of seniority and distinction of generations, which cannot be taken lightly."

"Harry, I told you, just call me sister."

"Mother-in-law, you are mistaken. How can you confuse the generations?"

"Because I was eighteen when I died!" Helena's spirit swelled, her black hair fluttering in the wind. "So I'll always be eighteen!"

"Do I look like an old man?"

"I'm just experienced, not that old!"

Seeing that she was determined, Harry said, "If that's the case, it makes some sense. I'll do as you say, sister."

Hermione, fearing the two would argue endlessly and with other thoughts in mind, interrupted, "Ms. Helena, may I ask you a question?"

"Suppose I want to travel into enemy territory, how can I do so without being detected while still moving freely?"

When Rowena Ravenclaw was alive, she was a renowned and intelligent woman in the witch world. This Helena was her own flesh and blood, and she was born with wisdom and spirituality.

Just by hearing Hermione's words, I could guess what she was planning.

"You want to go to the Slytherin common room?"

Hermione panicked. "No, I just—"

"I thought you were going to ask me where Ravenclaw's crown is," Helena laughed. "Almost every young wizard I talk to asks that question."

Harry, puzzled, asked, "What is a Ravenclaw crown? I've never heard of it before."

Seeing that he was unaware of the matter, Ron explained the whole story to him in detail.

It is:

The school was founded by four wise men, each with their own secrets, which their descendants will strive to surpass.

The relics, hidden and passed down through generations, each hold a mystery that many vie for.

Gryffindor's sword is sharp, Ravenclaw's crown is magnificent.

Hufflepuff Gold Cup Beauty, Slytherin Pendant Wonder.

Ron, his mouth dry, said, "It is said that the crown left by Lady Rowena is a magical item; whoever wears it will gain eternal wisdom."

Hermione listened intently, forgetting all about the infiltration method, and hurriedly asked, "Ms. Helena, does this crown really exist?"

"You want my mother's crown?" Helena asked enigmatically. "You covet eternal wisdom?"

It should be known that these students, who covet the title, have been coming one after another for hundreds of years, each seeking Helena to inquire about her. Whenever they open their mouths to ask, they all speak eloquently, uttering the most flattering words.

Hearing Hermione inquire about this, I, as always, will see what flattering words she will utter.

Hermione, her thoughts laid bare, blushed instantly, her ears burning, and she waved her hands frantically, saying:

"No, Ms. Helena, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to observe—"

Before she could finish speaking, Harry slammed his fist on the table and exclaimed, "Indeed! I was just about to borrow your crown, sister! When all the heroes and I wear it, won't we all look like the God of Literature descended to earth, the top scholar in the imperial examination!"

"If you wish to lend it to me, sister, I will brave water and fire for you, just give the word!"

Helena listened to Harry's words and remained speechless, her mouth agape.

Having grown accustomed to being deceived with sweet words, this was the first time she had heard such genuine words, leaving her completely bewildered and at a loss for what to do.

Once she came to her senses, Helena stared intently at Harry.

"Boy who survived that ordeal, you are indeed very different, unlike any man I have ever met."

"My mother often said that Uncle Godric was a straightforward, passionate, and impulsive man. If she met you, she would definitely think that Uncle Godric was much more refined."

Harry, not wanting to listen to her rambling, exclaimed, "If you'd like, sister, just bring me the crown."

"No, I don't know where the crown is; it's been lost for a long time."

Helena gazed at Harry intently, reached out and ran her hand across his cheek. "I've been at Hogwarts for over nine hundred years, and you're only the second man to have truly captured my interest."

"The second one?" Ron asked doubtfully. "Then who was the first one?"

"A student named Tom Riddle, that was probably decades ago..."

Upon hearing the name Tom Riddle, Harry exclaimed, "Eek! My sister is talking about Voldemort, isn't she?"

Ron and Hermione were both taken aback.

"Does the mysterious person even have a name?"

"Wait, he's a Hogwarts student too?"

Helena spoke softly, "That's right, a born Slytherin."

Harry spat and said, "Damn it! What bad luck!"

"That damned thief is a master of sweet talk, trying to fool people. Have you been deceived, sister?"

Upon hearing Harry's words, a hint of bitterness flickered in Helena's eyes, but it vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, young wizards, let's talk about something more cheerful, like your plan to sneak into the Slytherin common room."

Seeing that they were getting back to the main topic, Hermione quickly said, "Would you be willing to tell us, Ms. Helena?"

"Why not?" Helena laughed. "But I prefer the Ravenclaw way."

"You will receive a reward if you answer the riddle."

Hermione said confidently, "Please come in, Ms. Helena."

"I can answer questions about not only first and second grade knowledge, but even third grade knowledge."

Helena's eyes gleamed mischievously as she said, "Don't worry, I'm asking about something outside of schoolwork."

"Well then, listen carefully."

"Who killed me?"

Helena has her own clever methods, but she has a tricky and difficult question. First, she must unravel the mystery of where the soul returns before she will point out the way. Private matters are hard to investigate, so why this inexplicable roadblock? It all stems from Scarface's previous slip of the tongue, a single cry of "old woman!" that caused the trouble. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.