Chapter 609 Goodbye, Alan II

"You know..." Rowena Ravenclaw put her hand on her belly, and a strand of dark brown hair fell gently from her temples, "Since you chose to go back, she must be born and become ghost."

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

"You should understand that these are things that I have already endured once in your era." Ravenclaw turned his head to Allen, his voice was softer than usual, "Even if you don't mention what changes this thing will have on the future Unpredictable consequences, the Philosopher's Stone and the Philosopher's Stone are not really wonderful things, and the elixir you make not only has to be taken all the time, but it can't really make you live forever, and some functions of your body are still It will slowly age—the owners in history can only persist for six or seven hundred years at most, and then they will voluntarily give up due to the decline in the quality of life... It is estimated that even an ordinary handshake can break your bones... "

"Then what are you going to do..." Allen couldn't help but wonder, "Then why did you leave me a semi-finished Sorcerer's 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, so that I can maintain immortality in other ways-this is the bait given by the future me to keep the present as it is, but if I can detect divine power It will take years of hard work and we have to find ways to obtain and maintain enough beliefs to complete the secret, so our daughter..." Ravenclaw's expression was a bit difficult to express, and this was the first time Allen saw each other There is this almost ashamed look, "Our daughter has no conditions to walk 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, without her knowledge... murdering our daughter to make sure she chooses to be a ghost instead of one of those petitioners in the underworld - the truth of death, god I don’t know the truth now. I haven’t been to the underworld myself, but you should have seen it if you have been there. It is absorbing those souls who have given up their self-awareness in the underworld, and absorbing their energy to grow and nourish themselves. I can only do this Do it to protect her from being swallowed by death..."

Allen raised his hand and stroked the witch's head, but found himself speechless.

"As for the semi-finished product of the Philosopher's Stone, I still don't know the reason. According to the research I got during my previous travels, the handbook of the Arabian alchemist Jeber who was more than a hundred years ago, the process of making the Philosopher's Stone is full of sins..." The witch obediently put her head on Alan's chest and explained—until her head inadvertently touched the time converter on Alan's neck, her movements froze, she stretched out her hand, and let her fingers gently outline 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 the words he stopped, in fact he also started Some hesitation, thinking about what the other party might have to bear in the future, Allen decided to wait for her final decision-although this made him a little disgusted that he slickly gave the choice to the witch, taking the opportunity to escape responsibility.

Ravenclaw's eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her hand holding the Time Converter seemed to be frozen in place, refusing to let go. The soft wind rolled the branches of the trees lingeringly, and the water of the Black Lake was wrinkled and rippled layer by layer. Ravenclaw finally pushed the Time-Turner aside without telling it to come off, and let go of his grip with a sigh.

"The crime of making the Philosopher's Stone will be borne by you in the future." Ravenclaw didn't raise his head, "I'm much more sensible in the future than I am now—than letting you take off the Time-Turner now, Living together for hundreds of years and finally being absorbed by the god 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 suffer something,

This made him feel better, at least not letting the other party bear it all—although it didn't sound like self-deception, it made him feel better anyway.

There was not much left of the pink quicksand in the transparent hourglass of the Time Converter, and Alan and Ravenclaw did not return to the tree house. They settled down on this cliff where Hogwarts had not yet been established. In their hearts, the remaining short time was extremely precious, and all research was put on hold—Alan directly extracted the memory of his knowledge, stored it in a bottle, and handed it to the other party.

In the following time, neither of them raised the question of whether to stay or not, but in the middle of the night, Alan could occasionally feel Rowena's gaze on the time converter on his chest—Alan himself did not No action was taken, and Rowena didn't actually say anything more about the Time-Turner, nor did she try to take it off.

All the best times are the ones that are gone and never come back.

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

In an instant, the last pink crystal sand in the small transparent gourd slipped down, and the witch stood alone beside the camp. After a long time, a poetic voice came out of her mouth.

"Goodbye, Ellen."

That night, in Hufflepuff's tavern, Hufflepuff served Gryffindor some seafood chowder filled with salmon, shrimp and crab, "Godric, I made you some of your favorite dishes , 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 opened the dark green wooden door and walked in. They couldn't take their eyes off Ravenclaw.

She didn't look like the usual Rowena at all. Her long hair, which was always scattered behind her head, was neatly combed. On the top of her hair was the one that Allen had brought for her. A headband made of overlapping silvery branches and leaves. The perennial black robe with a slightly broken hem was gone, replaced by a delicate dark blue skirt with stars on it, and with the pace of Ravenclaw, streamers flashed from time to time. Profound and mysterious——the witch's sophisticated attire makes the witch stunningly beautiful, but her previous casual expression has disappeared without a trace. Her expression looks a bit stern, making people afraid to approach her easily.

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

Gryffindor noticed the abnormality in the other party, he stood up, walked directly to Ravenclaw, sat opposite her, and suddenly turned back to look in the direction of the door, "What about the kid? Isn't he always Like a follower..."

"Godric!" Hufflepuff cut Gryffindor sharply, looking at Ravenclaw lovingly, and asked softly, "What would you like to eat, dear?"

"pudding."