"You know you're going to have to hide it sooner or later, Rowena--"

Like a kind sister, Helga left her seat, walked around the desk and came to Rowena Ravenclaw's side, caressing her hair, and falling into Ravenclaw's lower abdomen with pity,

"Your child. You know Godric's temperament, Rowena, you can't hide it from him, and when he knows that your love has crystallized, he will be eager to announce it to the wizarding world--"

Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor's child?!

"Phew, I've never heard of that," Ron gasped in surprise.

"History records that Ms. Ravenclaw had a daughter, and her name was Helena Ravenclaw, but there is no record of Helena Ravenclaw's father."

Hermione's voice trembled with excitement, they were unveiling the mystery of history!

Rowena also looked down at her lower abdomen, and the hint of maternal brilliance on her beautiful face almost destroyed the calm aura of her wisdom,

"I'm going to keep this kid in my body for a few more days, so that Godric's suspicions can be dispelled--"

Ravenclaw said gently,

"-- After that, I'm going to fictionalize a Muggle-born father for this kid."

"Why?!"

Despite being warned, Hermione screamed in dismay. Even Harry and Ron frowned.

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor have a child, and Ravenclaw is reluctant to tell Gryffindor, which is obviously unfair to Gryffindor himself. And the three little ones from Gryffindor House are all feeling unfair and angry about their 'grandfather'.

"Ms. Ravenclaw has already explained, hasn't she?"

Amosta rebuked Harry and said calmly,

"In case you don't know, the Royal Wizarding Society is the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic, and thousands of years ago, it almost exclusively represented the interests of pure-blood wizarding families, who controlled the transmission of magic, and in their eyes, the existence of Hogwarts was undoubtedly a thorn in their side.

Lady Ravenclaw created a Muggle father for her children, which would have reassured the Royal Society of Wizards and the Muggle royal family, who had an extraordinary status at the time, because at the time, Muggle blood was synonymous with filth, and Lady Ravenclaw advertised that she had married a Muggle and had offspring, which was undoubtedly a very useful means of self-defilement in the wizarding world at the time, and defiled the noble blood of the Ravenclaw family--"

"But Miss Ravenclaw just said that if Hogwarts doesn't have a good successor. Well, war--"

Professor Bryan's statement made Hermione's face extremely pale, as she was a little witch of 'dirty blood'.

"That's true—"

Amosta turned to look at Hermione and smiled at her, and the smile quickly warmed Hermione's ice-like face.

Muggle blood is not as noble as pure-blood, which is a fallacy! In today's wizarding world, the descendants of that pure-blood family have the courage or qualifications to come up with the word 'mudblood' in front of Professor Blaine, Professor Bryan is the goal of almost all Muggle-born wizards!

"But if the Royal Society of Wizarding and Wizarding and Muggle royalty believe that there is a high probability that a good successor will emerge at Hogwarts, then war will come almost immediately. Don't doubt the possibility of this happening, the wizarding world at that time was more acutely contradictory than it is today. ”

Amosta explained.

"They don't have to be afraid of anyone, do they?"

Harry still looked uneasy,

"The four creators of Hogwarts. Three of them were the greatest wizards of their time, and there could be no one who could be an opponent of Gryffindor. Even if Slytherin dragged his feet, he wouldn't be far behind. Even if there is a war, they will not lose to that Imperial Society! ”

Amosta glanced at Harry, looking a little helpless.

"The four founders valued the survival of Hogwarts more than their own safety, Harry. Moreover, the pure-blood families in the Royal Wizarding Guild back then are not the same thing as those in the wizarding world today that claim to have a long history, although they are not as good as the four founders, their power is still not to be underestimated. ”

Ron stopped talking, and to be honest, he was a little embarrassed to talk about this topic.

He wasn't sure if the Weasleys had been around since Hogwarts was founded, and if so, where were his ancestors?

Helga Hufflepuff wasn't all that surprised by Ravenclaw's earth-shattering remark, and just looked at his friend sadly.

She could imagine how much criticism and ridicule she would endure after the day when Rowena announced to the wizarding world that she had married a Muggle and had given birth to offspring, and that Rowena would undoubtedly become the laughing stock of Europe. She couldn't comfort them, for the pain and suffering of the four of them had been predictable since the day they resolved to establish a school of magic and magic for all gifted children in the Slytherin castle.

The office of a thousand years ago was filled with an air of solemnity and sadness.

Out of respect for the two legendary witches, Amosta, who stepped aside, seemed to sense something, and suddenly he quickly stepped forward to the office chair, leaning down to meet Helga Hufflepuff's eyes. He found that Hufflepuff's eyes were no longer burgundy, but silvery, not static, but like a silver-white river, rushing in Hufflepuff's own eyes!

Harry and the others all had expressions of confusion, they didn't understand what Professor Bryan was doing with his sudden behavior, but they didn't dare to interfere or run up to him and stare at Hufflepuff, one of the founding four of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In silence, Helga Hufflepuff, who has a gentle temperament and a sense of distance, is surrounded by a mysterious aura, and her hair flutters as if it were being blown by the breeze.

"Don't do that, Helga, there's no point—"

Immersed in motherhood, Rowena suddenly came back to her senses, she pressed Helga's hand on her shoulder, smiled and shook her head,

"You know better than I am, the future is like a river full of forks, in the rushing water, which fork of water will float to which fork is something that changes all the time, I don't want to peep into the fate of this child, his future is left to himself Moreover, you have spent too much energy in preventing that evil wizard from returning to our world"

Helga's eyes were burgundy again, and she was silent for a moment, then nodded, caressing Rowena's hair with pity.

Click-

The office door opened again, and the elf named Kiki walked in with another steaming drink.

"Best served hot, Ms. Ravenclaw—"

Kiki handed the cup to Ravenclaw, turned her head to look at the gold cup on the table, and cocked her nose in dissatisfaction when she noticed that the drink in the gold cup belonging to Hufflepuff was not moving.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kiki—" Ms. Hufflepuff said apologetically, "Rowena and I are talking about something important."

Bang Bang –

Kiki snapped her fingers, and the warmed drink in the golden cup suddenly steamed, and then she tilted her head to look at Hufflepuff and said nothing.

The two famous legendary witches could not resist Kiki's eager gaze, so they had to return to their seats, holding their cups and sipping hot drinks.

"If there's anything else you need, you're welcome--"

It wasn't until Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had finished their cups that Kiki smiled brightly and took their cups. Apparently aware that the two men had something important to discuss, it bowed slightly and left the office humming a cheerful tune.

Because of this elf, the previously heavy atmosphere in the office was a little more lively. The two founders chatted about the recent lectures of the students in the castle, and they mentioned the names of some of the students whom Amosta and Harry had never heard of.

"You already have an idea of how to restrain those horrible creatures that you and Godric found on that island in the North Sea, Rowena, don't you?"

When the small talk ended, Helga's tone became solemn.

Amostaton's face was awe-inspiring, and he knew that the topic that was going to open next was the reason for Helga's memory!

(End of chapter)