"Oh, what a wonderful question."
Rowena smiled.
"All wise wizards are searching, but no one knows; or rather, everyone knows."
The black cat's tail stopped wagging again, and it listened intently.
"Only magic can flow in the Borderland. That is the only thing I want to tell you."
Helena explained, moving closer to the black cat.
For the rest of the time, the black cat pondered the meaning of this sentence, allowing Helena to take it to various places.
By the tranquil lakeside, a cat always lay on the beautiful witch's shoulder.
Together, they passed through courtyards where flowers bloomed brightly, along lake shores where ripples rose slowly, and across fields of soft grass.
Helena enjoyed this feeling very much. She detested everything in the world, yet she liked this alone.
On days of reunion, even the steepest path underfoot was always the best.
"Sorry, time is playing tricks on us again."
The black cat said. As it got up, its whiskers brushed against Helena's neck.
Helena felt a tickle.
Helena felt like snow on a volcano; when the cat was there, she would gently melt.
"Mm."
She said softly, like singing, yet also like a low sigh.
When she raised her head, only warmth remained on her shoulder.
"Good luck..."
Through the window, Rowena looked at Helena standing blankly on the damp earth, a quiet smile outlining the corners of her mouth.
...
Hogwarts Castle.
Ravenclaw Tower.
Sean was awakened by the golden sunlight.
[Two hours and seven minutes]
The quill scratched across the parchment, writing down this content.
Sean's confusion deepened.
What happened to make the time he could stay nearly double?
He thought of the wooden doors of those houses, the small doors remaining on the wooden doors, and inexplicably felt it might be related to this.
Sean pulled his drifting thoughts back to the Resurrection Stone.
Helena had made it very clear: as long as a wizard has firm belief, they can bring items into the Borderland.
So what kind of belief counts as firm?
Sean didn't know.
But Sean knew that if he had never even used the Resurrection Stone, it would be hard for him to believe that a Resurrection Stone would appear in the Borderland.
So how should he use it?
He didn't have any deceased relatives.
Or rather, he didn't know if he had any relatives.
The sky brightened once again.
The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, would be held on the second weekend of May.
Although Slytherin had lost to Ravenclaw by a narrow margin in the last match, Ravenclaw didn't dare hope to win, mainly because the team's core had left early.
However, Roger seemed to have found a reason for optimism.
"Hey, guys, although we don't have Mr. Green, Gryffindor doesn't have Harry either—"
In the Ravenclaw common room, Roger announced joyfully.
"What?"
Toya couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Gryffindor without Harry? Was he joking?
Everyone knew Harry had never missed a single practice, and his figure could be seen on the Quidditch pitch almost every day.
The Gryffindors were going crazy wanting to win the championship.
"Ah, I haven't seen Harry on the Quidditch pitch for five days..."
Roger grinned.
"Come on, that's just because exams are coming up soon."
Toya expressed that this was a fantasy.
"But what if I said Harry had a big fight with Wood?"
Roger said mysteriously.
"You mean?"
The whole Ravenclaw Quidditch team was intrigued.
"Anyway, everyone, there's a certain possibility we'll face a Gryffindor without their core Seeker.
"I have to say, Wood might be the fairest Quidditch captain, knowing we lost our core and handicapping himself at the same time.
"Get ready for battle, fighters! Ravenclaw has already secured the House Cup, and we must present the Quidditch Cup to Ravenclaw—"
Roger said excitedly, waving his hands to boost morale.
"Back-to-back champions! Everyone! We will write the history of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team!
"This title is for the eagle soaring in the distant sky—"
"Naturally!"
After the team's core left, the Ravenclaws ignited their passion after a long time.
Thus, the afternoon Quidditch pitch.
At a quarter to eleven, the Ravenclaw team set off for the changing room.
The weather was completely different from the day they played against Slytherin: sunny, cool, with a gentle breeze.
There would be no visibility issues.
Although nervous, everyone began to feel the excitement that only a Quidditch match could bring.
They heard the sound of the whole school pouring into the stadium outside.
"You know what we have to do."
As everyone prepared to leave the changing room, Roger said,
"The final. This is the final. Ravenclaw must return laden with honor! Just fly like we did in practice yesterday, and we'll definitely be fine!"
They walked out onto the pitch, the cheers deafening. The Gryffindor team in red robes was already standing in the center of the pitch.
"Roger, is this what you meant by Gryffindor losing their Seeker?"
Toya looked at the somewhat shy and nervous Harry, a bit bewildered.
Equally bewildered were the other Ravenclaw Quidditch players, who could already foresee the result of this match.
"Roger—"
"This is—"
The cries of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team rose and fell. At this time, Lee Jordan's voice had already spread throughout the stadium:
"The match is about to begin. Now we can see the Ravenclaw team has entered! They have decent strength and even defeated Slytherin at one point.
"I have to admit, they might have been the best team once—but having lost their absolute core now, how can they defeat the best team in Hogwarts today!"
Lee Jordan commented passionately.
"Jordan, if you can't commentate properly—"
Professor McGonagall frowned and reminded him again.
The Quidditch stadium roared like a tsunami. On this morning, Roger recalled that distant afternoon a few days ago when the black-haired young wizard took him to see a special stone.
"Of course we're willing to help test this, but do you really agree—"
Feeling the noise and cheers of the Quidditch stadium, Roger took a deep breath:
"Yeah, Gryffindor has Harry, but we also have—"
He paused abruptly, then cast his gaze toward the Ravenclaw changing room.
Under his gaze, a black-haired young wizard was walking calmly out of the locker room, a broomstick circling around him, obedient as a puppy.
"The best team once? Everyone, we are the best team now!"
Roger raised his arm high.
The silence of the Ravenclaw team turned into ecstasy in an instant, and the Quidditch stadium was thoroughly ignited in a split second.