Ravenclaw's Departure

The light faded, Helena slowly opened her eyes, seeing her mother smiling gently at her from close range.

Helena smiled sweetly, hugged the Grey Lady's waist affectionately, and buried her face in her neck.

"Helena, you will walk the long road ahead of me in my place." Ravenclaw gently stroked Helena's back, speaking softly. "The Dimension of Death will not rest until it has absorbed your power. I will fill this last void in your soul."

Helena, upon hearing these words that struck her like a bolt from the blue, hurriedly looked up at Ravenclaw's face, only to find that her figure had become ethereal, much like the feeling of Helena herself drifting away after resolving her obsession.

"Mom, why is this happening?" Helena's eyes welled with tears, which instantly vanished into thin air. "You could have put this Diadem on yourself!"

"Don't be too sad, Helena. I've said it before, I'm just someone who has long since vanished into history. Even wearing this Diadem can't mend my soul." The Grey Lady wiped away the ghostly tears that shouldn't have been there for Helena and said softly. "I've lingered on for so long only so that I can fulfill my responsibilities as a mother once again."

"Alright, stop crying like a little girl. You should be happy for me that I can keep going!" The Grey Lady smiled gently.

Her figure became increasingly ethereal, as if she were about to dissipate into the air.

"But you clearly told me before that you would be with me for many more years!" Helena said, sobbing.

"Listen to me, Helena. I saw the world-changing events unfolding in the Crystal," The Grey Lady said, gently shaking her head. "In the coming global upheavals, no one will be immune; even the Ghosts will be greatly impacted."

"That's why I say now is the best time to completely repair your soul, at least giving you some self-defense capabilities in this chaotic world. Make good use of my Diadem; it can provide you with a continuous source of magic!"

Then Ravenclaw looked at Xiwen and said, "Xiwen, I have observed a Prophecy. Listen carefully, I can only say it once."

Xiwen then realized that the Grey Lady was even quite adept at Prophecy.

But that makes sense, since the location of Hogwarts Castle was chosen because she dreamed of a warthog, and such precognitive dreams are a kind of Prophecy ability.

He straightened up, nodded to the Grey Lady, indicating that he was listening attentively.

The Grey Lady nodded slightly and slowly uttered this Prophecy—

"The rampant spread of Black Fire has stirred up waves across the world."

The turmoil in both realms stirs up turbulent currents across the four seas.

Demon God descended amidst the chaos, devouring all living beings.

Where can the sacred artifact be found? Black and white join hands to end the calamity.

Having said that, Ravenclaw's body completely dissolved into specks of light and vanished into the air above the Room of Requirement, leaving only her last words echoing long afterward.

"Xiwen, please take good care of Helena for me..."

Helena watched her mother leave completely, and finally couldn't hold back her tears and burst into sobs.

Xiwen didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only float silently to Helena's side, pull her into his arms, and let her lean on his shoulder to vent all her sadness.

At the same time, he silently answered the Grey Lady's last words in his heart:

I will.

In the days that followed, Helena was still grieving the loss of the Grey Lady.

She would often tell Xiwen about her past ignorance, how she failed to understand her mother's good intentions, and how she even stole her mother's Diadem in her attempt to become smarter, which caused Xiwen to fall ill with lovesickness.

Listening to Helena's story, Xiwen suddenly remembered when he first met her—

It was in the Hogwarts Library that Helena opened up to him, telling him many stories from her childhood. At that time, Helena mostly complained and vented about her strict mother.

Now Helena understands the Grey Lady's good intentions, and instead turns all her complaints into self-blame and sadness...

This day is March 31, 1939.

This is Mothering Sunday in England.

In the England, Mother's Day differs from that of the America, which Lent on the second Sunday of May. Instead, it falls on the fourth Sunday of Lent. Lent commemorates Jesus' forty-day fast in the wilderness, making it a Christian holiday. Wizards in the Wizarding World do not traditionally celebrate this Mothering Sunday.

"You mean, today is Mothering Sunday, as designated by the Muggle?" Helena looked at the Ghost Xiwen beside her, gave a somewhat stiff smile, and asked softly.

Now, Helena wears a magnificent silver Diadem, her long black hair flowing down her back to her waist, making her exceptionally beautiful and captivating.

Her transparent body was also different from her previous ghostly form. If you paid close attention, you would notice that the transparent pearly white color that was unique to her ghostly form had disappeared, and instead, it had become a pure, unblemished transparent color, just like Xiwen's Soul Body.

However, these subtle differences are often difficult for outsiders to notice.

Moreover, Helena was already quite unconventional, rarely associating with other wizards or ghosts, so no one knew about her changes.

Even a meticulous ghost like the Fat Friar could only wonder why Helena was wearing a Diadem.

But that's not a very important thing. After all, many of the ghosts' clothes are created at will, and Helena's creation of a beautiful decoration merely reflects a woman's love of beauty.

Nearly Headless Nick, was a master of changing clothes. He tried on all sorts of high-necked shirts to keep his head in place, but unfortunately, none of them could truly prevent his head from falling off...

In the room Ravenclaw had left for Helena, Xiwen looked at Helena and said, "That's right, Muggle often return home on this day, and mothers send their heartfelt blessings to their wandering children, wishing them happiness and safety."

"Helena, if the Grey Lady could see you right now, she wouldn't want you to be so sad and heartbroken for her, would she?" Xiwen looked into Helena's eyes and said softly.

"I'm fine." Helena shook her head and forced a smile.

However, her smile remained stiff, clearly indicating that she had not yet emerged from the shadow of her mother's departure.

Xiwen knew that at this time, he needed to find something else for Helena to do so that she wouldn't remain immersed in her grief.

But what can a ghost do?

Xiwen looked at the Diadem on Helena's head and sensed a continuous flow of magic power flowing from it.

He suddenly had an idea.

"Helena, would you like to learn Kamar-Taj magic from me?"