"You know …" Rona Ravenclaw placed her hand on her abdomen, and a strand of dark brown hair fell gently from her temples. "Since you chose to go back, she had to be born, and she had to become a spirit."
"She told you …" Allen understood. Both of them thought that the other did not know, or they had deliberately avoided the topic.
"You should know that this is something that I have already gone through in your era." Ravenclaw turned to Allen, and her voice was gentler than usual. "Even if we don't talk about the unpredictable consequences of changing this matter, the Philosopher's Stone and the Philosopher's Stone are not really wonderful things. Not only do you have to keep taking the elixir of immortality, but it can't really make you immortal. Some of your body's functions will still slowly deteriorate. Historical owners could only hold on for six to seven hundred years at most, and after that, they would voluntarily give up due to the decline in quality of life … By then, even a simple handshake could break your bones …"
"Then how did you …" Allen could not help but feel a little puzzled. "Then why did you leave me a half-finished product of the Philosopher's Stone to let me complete the final production?"
"According to the original trajectory, I will transcend the shackles of mortals and ascend to godhood, allowing me to maintain eternal life in other ways. This is also the bait that the future me gave to maintain the current state. However, after I can explore the secrets of divine power, I still need many years of hard work, and I have to find a way to obtain and maintain enough faith to complete it. So our daughter …" Ravenclaw's expression was a little difficult to speak. This was also the first time Alan had seen him so ashamed. "Our daughter does not have the conditions to walk the same path as me, but she has to be born to ensure that there will not be any changes in the future … So after she is born, I will guide her personality, and at the right time, without her knowing it … Murder our daughter to ensure that she will choose to become a spirit and not become one of those petitioners in the underworld. The truth of Death, the truth of God, I still do not understand it now. I have not been to the underworld myself, but you should have seen it if you have. It is absorbing those souls that have given up their self-consciousness in the underworld, absorbing their energy to strengthen and nourish itself. This is the only way I can protect her from being devoured by Death …" Ravenclaw's expression was a little difficult to speak.
Allen raised his hand and stroked the witch's head, but he found that he could not say anything.
"As for the semi-finished product of the Sorcerer's Stone, I still don't know the reason. According to the research of the Arabian alchemist Jebel's handbook that I obtained during my travels, the process of making the Sorcerer's Stone is full of evil …" The witch explained obediently as she pressed her head against Allen's chest. Until her head accidentally touched the Time Converter on Allen's neck, she froze and reached out her hand to gently trace the shape of the Time Converter with her fingers.
Allen felt her movement and lowered his head to see Ravenclaw's white and delicate hand holding the Time Converter. "Roy …" The wizard swallowed back his words. In fact, he was beginning to hesitate. Thinking about what she might have to endure in the future, Allen decided to wait for her final decision. Although he was a little disgusted with himself for giving the choice to the witch so that he could escape responsibility.
Ravenclaw's eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her hand holding the Time Converter seemed to be frozen in place, unwilling to let go. The gentle wind twirled the branches of the trees. The black lake water was ruffled by the wind, creating layers of ripples. In the end, Ravenclaw pushed the Time Converter to the side without tearing it off. He then loosened his clenched hands and sighed softly.
"The evil of making the Sorcerer's Stone will be borne by you in the future." Ravenclaw did not raise her head. "The future me is much more rational than the present me. Compared to letting you take off the Time Converter now, living with you for hundreds of years and being absorbed by the Grim Reaper, it's better to use this greedier choice to give us the chance to truly control death …"
In fact, when Alan heard that he would have to bear some things, it made him feel better. At least he wouldn't let the other party bear all of it. Although it didn't sound like he was deceiving himself, it still made him feel better.
There was not much pink sand left in the transparent hourglass of the Time Converter. Allen and Ravenclaw did not return to the treehouse. Instead, they set up camp on the cliff where the Hogwarts were yet to be built. In their hearts, the remaining short period of time was extremely precious. All research was put on hold. Allen directly extracted his memory of knowledge and stored it in a bottle and gave it to Ravenclaw.
After that, neither of them mentioned the issue of whether to keep it or not. But in the middle of the night, Allen could occasionally feel Ravenclaw's gaze on the Time Converter on his chest. Allen himself did not do anything, and Ravenclaw did not really say anything about the Time Converter, nor did she try to take it off.
All the best times were those that had already passed and could no longer be looked back.
The setting sun cast a layer of gold on the Black Lake. Everything seemed to be silent. Everything was quiet, including the world that seemed to be frozen on the shore of the Black Lake.
In the blink of an eye, the last pink sand in the transparent little gourd slid down. The figure of the witch stood alone by the camp. After a long time, a poetic voice came out of her mouth.
"Goodbye, Allen."
That night, in Hufflepuff's tavern, Hufflepuff served some seafood chowder filled with salmon, shrimp and crab to Gryffindor. "Godric, I've made some of your favorite dishes for you. Don't worry about them …"
The sound from the door interrupted the conversation between the two. They looked at Ravenclaw who had just pushed open the dark green wooden door and walked in. They could not take their eyes off Ravenclaw.
She did not look like the usual Ravenclaw at all. Her long hair, which was usually scattered behind her head, was neatly combed. On top of her hair was the circlet made of silver branches and leaves that Allen had put on for her. The black robe with the same style all year round with some tatters at the hem was gone. Instead, it was replaced by an exquisite dark blue dress decorated with stars. With Ravenclaw's steps, there were flashes of light from time to time, looking deep and mysterious. The exquisite dress made the witch breathtakingly beautiful, but her usual careless expression had disappeared without a trace. Her expression looked a little stern, making people not dare to approach her easily.
She ignored the other guests who were chatting enthusiastically and went straight to the seat where she had sat with Allen.
Gryffindor sensed that something was wrong. He stood up and walked directly to Ravenclaw, sat opposite her, and suddenly looked back at the door. "Where's that kid? Doesn't he always look like a … "
"Godric!" Hufflepuff sharply interrupted Gryffindor's question. She looked lovingly at Ravenclaw and asked gently, "What do you want to eat, my dear?"
"Pudding."
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