Despite being a small transparent system, it has no presence most of the time.

But there is one thing that the system does well, and it will remind you responsibly.

However, after John entered the chamber, he did not hear the system's prompt sound.

This means that the place where you are is is not a Ravenclaw secret room.

Walking over to the bookshelf, John took a book.

He had thought it was just an ordinary magic book.

But when I opened it, it was densely packed and filled with notes.

Open the next one, and the same is true.

As soon as he looked, the books here were probably all books that Rowena Ravenclaw had taken notes.

The knowledge in those books, proven in Ravenclaw practice, will be wrongly modified.

With such a large amount of work, Ravenclaw's knowledge in various fields is astonishing.

Helena is a ghost, but she has the ability to turn books.

Seeing her mother's handwriting, it was as if she was not in a bookshelf, but in a cage.

This is called the cage of knowledge, the endless knowledge that traps its own mother.

She slowly walked through one bookcase after another.

"You've proven that you're smarter than I am." Helena laughed to herself, "I never found this place."

"Did you never, or did you not want to?" John goes straight to the heart.

For nearly a thousand years, Helena traveled to every corner of Hogwarts.

"You have a hatred for this painting," John put the book back, "or are you afraid, afraid to see such a scene?"

"Yes, I'm afraid." Helena said in a low mood, "In her opinion, knowledge is indeed the most important thing."

She pulled out a book and looked at the notes on it.

"There's no me up there."

As the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, she still can't compete with her precious knowledge.

Helena said, "This proves everything."

"Not necessarily." John shook his head and reached out to the end of the small library.

Helena looked over, and at the end, a painting was hung on it.

The moment she saw the painting, Helena's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How could it be ......?"

The woman in the painting has long black hair, she has an intoxicating beauty, and she has a wisdom that will impress everyone.

Without the crown that symbolized wisdom, the woman looked at Helena lovingly.

Helena muttered to herself, "Mother."

Rowena Ravenclaw.

One of the founders of Hogwarts, one of her paintings remains.

Seeing her daughter, Rowena smiled and said, "I've been waiting for you, Helena."

"Wait for me?" Helena was puzzled.

"Helena." John came to her, looked at the painting and said, "I think it's you."

Helena saw a girl as delicate as a doll beside Ravenclaw.

The girl saw Helena and hid behind Ravenclaw in fear.

It was her, the little Helena she had driven away.

"You're here to take care of her?" Helena's expression was complicated.

After little Helena was driven away, she came to this painting.

Ravenclaw is taking care of his daughter, even in the paintings.

At that moment, there seemed to be a crystal flash from the corner of Helena's eye.

Do ghosts shed tears?

John looked at the painting and said, "The real secret room should be behind this painting."

"Do you know the password?"

Helena said, "Treasure."

Little Helena in the painting is crisp and says, "The password is correct."

That's what Helena heard from Ravenclaw as a child.

Treasure.

Something precious.

she

When I was a child, I always thought it would be me.

The painting slowly opens, revealing a door.

The familiar door made Helena afraid to approach.

John walked over and reached out and slowly pushed away.

It was a room.

Inside, there are childish toys, a princess-like dresser.

The blue ceiling is painted with a star pattern.

There is a cradle.

On the surrounding walls, there are portraits of little Helena.

[Ding, discover Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets]

John stopped and stood in the doorway, thoughtful.

"I've always wanted to tell you." A Ravenclaw portrait walked in, "You're my most precious thing."

Ravenclaw looked at Helena lovingly, "You know more than anything I've ever learned, Helena."

That's all there is to the knowledge of Ravenclaw.

Knowledge as a mother.

Learn to love.

Helena walked in, reaching through the things she had been using.

From babbling to fleeing.

She hated portraits because, when she was a child, her mother would paint them.

When she knew that she could not transcend the place of knowledge in her mother's heart, she never left.

And the old ones, all in that room.

The self in the wizard's robe, the self that reads the book, and the naughty self.

In the portraits, Helena seems to have lost track of time.

Until the last picture, Mother Ravenclaw stood by his side.

"I'm sorry, Helena." Ravenclaw said, "I didn't really understand the supreme wisdom of loving you until after you left."

"Mother."

Helena smiled, tears like smoke sliding from the corners of her eyes.

These are the tears of ghosts, like drifting silver glow.

John reached out and caught it, light and textureless.

"It's me, I shouldn't be willful," Helena cried, "I shouldn't be jealous, I shouldn't be angry, I shouldn't be blind to you."

"Helena, there's nothing you shouldn't." Ravenclaw opened his arms and walked out.

Ravenclaw in the portrait walks out of the canvas with a silvery-white glow from her.

Gently, hug your daughter.

"You are my daughter, my treasure."

And Helena hugged Ravenclaw.

The mother and daughter hugged each other, and John suppressed his surprise.

This is not a portrait, but a pattern of soul texture.

What did Ravenclaw do to make himself wait until now?

That's right, after all, Gryffindor also keeps consciousness alive until now.

This hug is long.

Ravenclaw let go of his daughter and turned his gaze to John.

"You're a Ravenclaw?"

"Ahem, I'm actually a Slytherin."

John is embarrassed, do you Big Four have to ask every time.

That's what Gryffindor asked last time.

Ravenclaw was surprised, "It seems that you have always had extraordinary intelligence, and more importantly, ......."

A smile appeared on Ravenclaw's face, "You have love."

Who would have thought that Ravenclaw, who valued wisdom, would put the Chamber of Secrets behind a painting that had nothing to do with wisdom.

Wise people don't fall in love.

The wisest witch, jumping into the river called Mother's Love, awaits her daughter.

Helena stole a glance at John, as if to wipe away tears.

John wanted to say that tears could not be wiped, and that he could study what ghost tears did.

"You have an aura of mine," Ravenclaw said, "and it seems that Helena gave you my crown."

"Crown?" Helena was stunned.

John pretended not to see and said, "The Ravenclaw crown is indeed mine."

"But if you want to get it back, I won't be able to give it back."

"No, I don't need that." Ravenclaw shook his head and said, "It's just for memories."

"I should reward you for coming here."

It seems that there is a fun game between the Big Four, and they leave their respective secret rooms and also leave some rewards for those who come behind.

Even Slytherin left behind his vast knowledge in the Chamber of Secrets.

John looked at the bookshelves outside and said, "I've seen your reward."

"No, that's too little." Ravenclaw said, "You deserve more."

The silvery-white Ravenclaw waved his fingers, and the books outside quickly overlapped.

A large library with a visible reduction in books.

At the end of the day, there was one book left.

Ravenclaw summoned the book and reached out and tapped it lightly.

Her silver turned illusory.

"Mother." Helena watched her mother disappear little by little, and her heart was full of reluctance.

"Helena, I've already said everything I wanted to say to you."

Ravenclaw smiled and nodded, "The last knowledge, learn to forgive yourself, learn to love yourself."...

"This is the supreme wisdom."

With that, Ravenclaw disappeared completely.

Leave the book with the silver cover.

The book flew to John, who caught it.

This book contains a lifetime of Ravenclaw knowledge.

"I think I'm going to say thank you to you," Helena said to John, returning from the sadness of her mother's departure, "Thank you, John Wick."

John raised the book in his hand and smiled, "I should thank you too, Helena."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Each found what he was looking for.

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