Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"That is to say... you found the clues left by Ravenclaw?"

Half an hour later, Iger pinched his chin and looked at the angry egg tart in front of him and asked.

"Hmph, I won't tell you!" Egg Tart folded his arms with a stinky expression on his face, "Who told you to throw me out?"

Iger curled his lips: "Well... I'm sorry, I was wrong, tell me."

"It's so perfunctory!" Egg Tart snorted and turned her head away.

"You tell us, how about I just kiss you?" Hermione put on her clothes and looked at the egg tart and asked with a smile.

"Emmm... Twice!" Egg Tart stretched out his small hand and gestured.

"Are you still bargaining?" Iger rolled up his sleeves immediately.

"Ravenclaw's secret~" Egg Tart snorted.

"Twice, twice." Hermione giggled, picked up the egg tart and kissed it twice: "So, what's the secret?"

"The alcove of the Ravenclaw statue is connected to that statue." The egg tart jumped off Hermione's hand and paced on the bed: "That means that Ravenclaw doesn't want someone to move it later. His own statue, but as one of the Big Four, Ravenclaw will never just think about letting future generations look up to him."

"Then here comes the problem... I put a crown on that statue, and nothing happened..." Iger looked at the egg tart with some doubts.

"So, before Ravenclaw died, she couldn't see her beloved daughter and died in depression. Under such circumstances, why would she consider leaving any legacy?" Egg Tart stretched out her hand and pointed far away: "There is only one truth, That's what she expects most is the appearance of Helena wearing a crown standing in front of her, right?"

"For a mother, there is nothing to be angry about when her daughter stole her crown. Although Helena is guilty and unwilling to face her mother, as a mother, let alone a crown, it is even if she sacrifices her life for her child. There is absolutely nothing impossible.”

Egg tarts looked like I had discovered the truth: "So, she had something to say to her daughter, so she left this statue that couldn't be separated from the alcove, and the bronze knocker on the Ravenclaw trapdoor has been so far gone. The questions raised are all questions without a single answer. I think it should be one of the things Ravenkalaw wants to tell her daughter. Wisdom does not necessarily mean that you are smarter than others, just like Slytherin said In the same way, it also represents another layer of meaning..."

"You are actually very smart, you don't have to live in my shadow..."

Iger nodded thoughtfully: "It is rumored that Helena is actually a very good woman,

But at that time, everyone only knew the name of Rowena Ravenclaw. Helena felt that she would never be better than her mother, so she stole the crown and wanted to become as good as her mother...or even better . "

"But the crown doesn't have great power, does it?" Hermione looked at Iger curiously.

"Yes, it's just a feeling of blessing to the soul, a bit like a bliss potion... It's better to say that it can improve people's inspiration..." Iger nodded: "Helena also discovered this, and then she began to feel guilty towards her mother. Hide the crown from now on."

"Crowns can't increase people's wisdom, they can only make people sharper. It's not so much the wisdom brought by the crown, but the potential that people have." Iger sighed: "If it can really increase people's Wisdom, how could Voldemort be willing to make it into a Horcrux, of course, unless he is very proud of himself, which is more in line with his usual style."

"So...the correct way to find Ravenclaw is not to put the crown on the statue, but to stand in front of the statue with the crown on?" Hermione suddenly realized.

"Almost, it should be like this." Iger nodded.

"Then what should we do now?" Hermione turned to look at Iger.

"Oh... let's go and have a look, I'll go to the north tower to find Ms. Gray first..." Iger sighed melancholy, and put on his clothes reluctantly.

In the principal's room, Iger appeared in front of the portrait of Slytherin with a 'snap'. In the portrait, Slytherin was sleeping soundly.

"Hey, wake up!" Iger patted the portrait of Slytherin.

"Who is it at night..." Slytherin muttered and opened his eyes, looked at Iger and frowned: "What's the matter?"

"There's news from Ravenclaw." Iger grinned.

"Really? Where?" Slytherin sat up excitedly.

"Ravenclaw Tower, you go first." Iger waved his hand, wrapped the robe around his body, and disappeared again with a snap.

In the north tower of Hogwarts, Iger walked slowly in the tower and looked around. He was a little curious, do ghosts need to sleep?

How do you sleep when you sleep? Float to sleep?

Soon, Iger found Ms. Gray with a cold face in a cold stone room.

"Good evening, Ms. Gray." Iger smiled and looked at Ms. Gray waving her hand: "Do you mind chatting?"

"You are a devil, you don't sleep at night and come to find me a ghost..." Ms. Gray's face was cold: "What are you going to do? Suck my soul?"

"Eh..." Iger smiled awkwardly: "How do you know that the devil can..."

"I know a lot more..." Ms. Gray wandered around Iger leisurely: "What can I do for you?"

"That... I seem to... accidentally... discovered some clues about personality left by Ms. Rowena..." Iger touched the back of his head: "She may have something to say to you..."

"Something... tell me?" Ms. Gray was stunned, then turned around with a cold face: "What is there to say to me, I shamed my mother, and let that guy use black magic to stain the crown ..."

"That's not the case, the black magic on the crown has been removed by me..." Iger hurriedly waved his hand: "I found the crown and captured Voldemort."

"You found the crown?" Ms. Gray turned around and looked straight at Iger.

"Yeah, I thought Qiu Zhang and the others should have told you." Iger grinned awkwardly: "I have removed the black magic on it. I have worn it before, and it is not very useful..."

"That's right, my mother didn't rely on a crown to be crowned with the title of wisdom." Ms. Gray raised her chin proudly, and then her eyes drifted away with a little dimness: "Unfortunately, I know it a little late..."

"No, no, it's not too late, I think your mother should have left a message for you, do you want to go and have a look together?" Iger looked tentatively at Ms. Gray: "If there is no accident, it should be her personality .”

"That's just a personality, not her." Ms. Gray looked at Iger coldly.

"Hey, hey, I'm not happy for you to say that, let me tell you." Egg tart suddenly got out of Iger's arms: "What's wrong with personality? Who do you look down on? Personality also has feelings, okay, although There is no soul, but we are the eternal emotions of a certain period of human beings, quickly apologize to the personality, bastard ice girl!"

Iger twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and Ms. Gray's already cold expression became even colder.

Casually stuffing the egg tart back into his arms, Iger looked at Ms. Gray apologetically: "emmm...Although it's rude to say that, I think he's right..."

"But I don't want to go..." Ms. Gray turned around coldly.

Iger was a little annoyed, why is this woman so hypocritical?

"I suppose, since you have inherited the Ravenclaw name..."

"I've already given up on this surname." Ms. Gray roared suddenly, she looked very scary, she was not a lady at all: "Don't mention it to me again!"

"Okay, Ms. Ravenclaw." Iger nodded, and a nameless anger shot up.

Helena glanced at Iger angrily, and then sighed helplessly: "You shouldn't have come to me, I'm ashamed of this surname...and I can't inherit it..."

"Blood is thicker than water." Iger looked serious.

"I was adopted..." Helena glanced at Iger.

Iger froze immediately.

This is so embarrassing...

Swallowing dryly, Iger blinked and blinked: "Sorry, I may not have heard clearly, you just said..."

"I was adopted, and my mother never married." Helena turned around and looked at Iger leisurely: "She is too smart, and it is always difficult for people who are too smart to find love."

"My surname is Ravenclaw, not any other surname." Helena said softly, disappointed: "This is also the reason why I chose to give up inheriting this surname. I was jealous of my mother and committed an unforgivable original sin..."

"But you are her daughter." Iger frowned.

Helena opened her mouth: "I just..."

"Don't say anything, just, damn it... Is it so hard to understand what I said?" Iger suddenly yelled: "You are her daughter, right?"

"Adopted..."

Iger exploded: "What the hell! You just say it is right!"

"Y...Yes..." Helena was a little dumbfounded.

"So it's over?" Iger spread his hands: "What's the difference if it's biological or not? What does it matter if it's betrayal or not? Who cares about this when a mother?"

"I…"

"Shut up!" Iger said one head and two big: "I say! Shut up!"

Iger panted heavily and looked at Helena angrily: "Just follow me."

Helena seemed to be frightened, and silently floated behind Iger towards the tower of Ravenclaw, looked at Iger hesitantly, and Helena opened her mouth.

"Your personality is very similar to Barrow..."

"The one in Slytherin?" Iger asked casually.

"Yeah, when he went to Albania, he was like this before he killed me." Helena said quietly, her voice sounded a bit bitter.

"Understandable." Iger nodded: "Do you know what this means?"

"What?" Helena looked at Iger.

"A hypocritical person dies quickly." Iger curled his lips.

Helena: "..."

I suddenly felt that my death was worthless, and what I was talking about might be Helena's current mood...

"I heard he wooed you many times?" Iger turned his head curiously.

"Yes, but I always feel that he is not sincere enough." Helena's voice was flat: "And I prefer gentle and gentle boys, he is too violent."

The last sentence is the truth...

"How many times has he courted?" Iger was a little curious.

"Before I die, ninety-nine times..." Helena said softly, "I originally thought about waiting for a hundred times before agreeing..."

"Hahaha!" Iger laughed three times.

Slytherin's specialty is dog licking...

"Do you know what this means?" Iger asked, looking at Helena.

Helena was startled: "What?"

"It's still the same sentence just now, hypocritical people die quickly." Iger laughed again: "You always feel that people are not sincere enough and give people hope, but in his eyes, he has taken ninety-nine steps towards you , but you are too lazy to move even a step, if I were him, I would definitely kill you too..."

Looking at Helena's displeased eyes, Iger spread his hands: "Of course, I'm not as stupid as him, and I won't commit suicide."

"You must not have a girlfriend." Helena seemed to hate Iger's character.

"I disappoint you. Not only do I have two, but they all love me." Iger grinned: "Those who know how to give are worthy of being loved."

Helena glanced at Iger sadly: "Maybe you are right."

"I'm so right!" Iger curled his lips: "The generation gap spanning thousands of years, hell, maybe your era was too reserved..."

"At that time...we communicated by letters." Helena muttered in a low voice: "It's very feudal."

"If you want me to say, it's all caused by feudalism." Iger snorted: "Look now, QQ WeChat yy Momo to find out..."

"What is that?" Helena was taken aback.

"You don't need to know that much. In short, your death is worthless...Damn it, none of you ghosts die in a normal way..." Iger muttered, all the way to Ravenclaw's The gate of the tower.

"Open the door." Iger looked at the Raven knocker expressionlessly.

"Where did the things that disappeared go?" The bronze knocker's voice was cold.

"World of the Dead, do you want me to prove it to you?" Iger raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you for being sensitive..."

The door opened and Iger walked in. Helena had already stepped through the trapdoor before him.

I took out my pocket watch and looked at it. It was already twelve o'clock in the morning, and it was dark outside the window. It was difficult to see the stars in the night sky in winter in England, which made Iger feel a little regretful.

For such an important moment, in his opinion, it should be a little more romantic and sensational, and there shouldn't be only crackling and burning dry wood in the fireplace.

"You're finally here..." Looking at Iger in a mirror on the table, Slytherin yelled, "Hurry up, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Long time no see, Mr. Slytherin, you are still so handsome." Helena looked at Slytherin and said hello.

"Yeah, long time no see..." Slytherin nodded, "about you and Baron... I'm sorry, forgive me, I've been away for a long time."

"It's okay, after all we've all been dead for a long time." Helena nodded slightly.

From the looks of it, she seemed to have a crush on Slytherin.

"I thought you had left after Helena was born." Iger looked at Slytherin in surprise.

"No, I was already very old when I left, and Helena was thirty years old." Slytherin spread his hands: "At that time, my heart was ashamed..."

Slytherin's face was full of nostalgia, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the distant time and space, telling the story of the past to Iger.

"Okay, let's start." Iger waved his hand to interrupt Slytherin, and Slytherin covered his throat with a stiff face, and looked at Iger hesitantly: "Would you like to listen to me tell my story?"

Iger pouted: "Don't..."