"You know," Rowena Ravenclaw's hand caressed her lower abdomen, and a strand of long dark brown hair on her sideburns slid gently, "since you have chosen to go back, she must be born and she must become a ghost." ”

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

"You should understand that these are the things that I have already endured once in your time. Ravenclaw turned his head to Alan, his voice softer than usual, "Even if you don't mention the unpredictable consequences of changing this thing in the future, the Philosopher's Stone and the Philosopher's Stone are not really wonderful things, and the elixir made not only has you to take it all the time, but it can't really make you immortal, and some of your body's functions will still slowly age - the owners of history can only hold out for six or seven hundred years at most, and then they will voluntarily give up because of the decline in their quality of life." ...... I guess even an ordinary handshake will break your bones by then......"

"Then how are you going to ...... yourself," Alan couldn't help but wonder a little, "Then why did you leave me a semi-finished Philosopher'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 I gave in the future that I want to keep the present as it is, but after I can discover the secrets of divine power, it will take years of hard work and still have to find a way to obtain and maintain enough faith to complete, so our daughter ......" Ravenclaw's expression was a little indescribable, this was the first time Alan had seen the other party have such an almost ashamed look," Our daughter is not in a position to follow the same path as me, but she must be born to ensure that the future does not change...... So after she was born, I would guide her character and, when appropriate, without her own knowledge...... Murder our daughter to make sure she chooses to become a ghost instead of becoming one of those invokers in the underworld - the truth of the Grim Reaper, the truth of the god I don't know yet, I haven't been to the underworld yet, but you have seen it, it is absorbing the souls of those who have given up their sense of self in the underworld, absorbing their energy to grow and nourish herself, and I can only do this to protect her from being devoured by the Grim Reaper......"

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

"As for the half-finished Philosopher's Stone, I don't know the reason for it, according to the research of the manual of the Arab alchemist Jebber from more than a hundred years ago that I obtained from my previous travels, the process of making the Philosopher's Stone is full of evil......" The witch obediently pressed her head to Ellen's chest and explained - until her head accidentally touched the time-turner on Allen's neck, her whole body froze, and she reached out her hand, allowing her fingers to gently outline the shape of the time-turner.

Alan felt her movements and lowered his head, seeing Ravenclaw's white and delicate hand gripping the time turner, "Roy ......" the wizard swallowed back the words he had stopped, in fact he began to hesitate a little, thinking about what the other might have to endure in the future, Alan decided to wait for her final decision - although it made him a little disgusted that he had given the choice to the witch slippery, in order to take the opportunity to escape responsibility.

Ravenclaw's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her hand holding the time-turner seemed to freeze in place, refusing to let go. The gentle wind lingered on the branches of the trees, and the water of the black lake was wrinkled, causing ripples in layers. Ravenclaw finally tossed the time-turner aside without saying anything about it, then let go of his clenched hand and sighed softly.

"The sin of making the Philosopher's Stone will be borne by you in the future. Ravenclaw didn't look up, "The future me is much more rational than the current self - it's better to have this more greedy choice to give us a chance to truly control death than to have you take off the time turner now and live together for hundreds of years and finally be absorbed by death......

In fact, when Alan heard that he was going to endure something, it made him feel better, at least not all of them - although it didn't sound like self-deception, it did make him feel better.

There was not much pink quicksand left in the transparent hourglass of the time turner, and Alan and Ravenclaw did not return to the treehouse, but settled on the cliff where Hogwarts had not yet been founded, and in their hearts, this remaining short time was incomparably precious, and all research was put on hold - Alan directly extracted the memory of his knowledge and kept it in a bottle and handed it to the other party.

In the time that followed, neither of them raised the question of whether to stay or not, except that in the middle of the night, Alan could occasionally feel Rowena set his eyes on the time turner on his chest - Eren himself did not make any moves, and Rowena did not really say anything about the time turner, nor did he try to take it off.

All the best times are those that have passed away and never looked back.

The setting sun casts a golden edge on the Black Lake, and everything seems to be silent, everything is quiet, including the world that seems to be frozen on the shore of the Black Lake.

In an instant, the last pink crystal sand in the transparent gourd slipped down, and the witch's figure stood alone by the camp, and it was a long time before a poetic voice came out of her mouth.

"Goodbye, Alan. ”

That night, at Hufflepuff's tavern, Hufflepuff served Gryffindor some seafood chowder filled with salmon and shrimp and crabs, "Godric, I made you some of your favorite food, don't worry about them......"

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door, and they looked at Ravenclaw, who had just pushed open the dark green wooden door and walked in, unable to take their eyes off Ravenclaw.

She didn't look like her usual Rowena at all, her long hair, which was always scattered and draped behind her head, was neatly combed, and at the top of her hair was the same headband of silver branches and leaves that Eren had brought for her. Gone was the black gown with a slightly torn hem that had remained unchanged all year round, replaced by a delicate dark blue dress embellished with stars, which flickered with a stream of light that looked deep and mysterious as Ravenclaw walked—the beauty of the witch was stunningly beautiful, but the nonchalant look of the past was gone, and her expression looked a little stern and unapproachable.

She ignored the other guests who were chatting enthusiastically, and walked straight to the spot where she had sat with Alan.

Gryffindor sensed something unusual about the other party, he stood up, walked straight to Ravenclaw, sat down across from her, and jerked back in the direction of the door, "What about the boy......?

"Godric!" Hufflepuff snapped Gryffindor's question, looking lovingly at Ravenclaw and softly, "What would you like to eat, darling?"

"Pudding. ”