Chapter 464: Using the Resurrection Stone
"Oh, that is truly a fascinating question." Rowena smiled. "All wise wizards
have explored it, but no one knows—or rather, everyone knows."
The black cat's tail ceased its swaying, and it listened with rapt attention.
"Only magic can flow within the Lands Between. That is the only thing I wish to
tell you." Helena explained, moving closer to the cat.
The remaining time in the dream was spent with the black cat pondering the
meaning of her words, allowing Helena to lead it to all sorts of places. By the
tranquil lakeside, the beautiful witch always had a cat perched upon her
shoulder. Together, they traversed gardens in full bloom, shores where the waves
lapped gently, and meadows carpeted in soft, fuzzy grass.
Helena cherished the feeling. She despised everything in the world, yet she
loved the cat alone. On days of reunion, even the steepest, most treacherous
paths felt like the best of journeys.
"I'm sorry, but time is playing tricks on us again," the black cat said. As it
stood up, its whiskers brushed against Helena's neck.
Helena felt a soft tickle. She felt like snow atop a volcano; while the cat was
there, she would gently melt.
"Mm," she whispered, her voice like a soft chant or a lingering sigh. When she
finally raised her head, only a lingering warmth remained upon her shoulder.
"Good luck..."
Inside the cottage, Rowena watched Helena standing dazed upon the damp earth, a
serene smile tracing the corners of her lips.
Hogwarts Castle. Ravenclaw Tower.
Sean was awakened by brilliant, golden sunlight.
[Two hours and seven minutes]
His quill scratched this note onto the parchment. Sean's confusion deepened.
What had happened to cause his time in the realm to nearly double? He thought
back to the wooden cabins and the small doors built into them, inexplicably
feeling that they were connected.
Sean pulled his drifting thoughts back to the Resurrection Stone. Helena had
made it quite clear: as long as a wizard held an unshakeable belief, they could
bring an object into the Lands Between.
But what kind of belief was considered "unshakeable"? Sean did not know.
However, he knew that if he had never even attempted to use the Resurrection
Stone, he could hardly expect it to manifest in the Lands Between.
How, then, was he to use it? He had no deceased loved ones. Or rather, he did
not know if he had any kin at all.
The weather brightened once more. The final Quidditch match of the
season—Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw—was to be held on the second weekend of
May. Although Slytherin had narrowly lost to Ravenclaw in their last match,
Ravenclaw didn't dare hope for victory, primarily because their star player had
left the team long ago.
However, Roger Davies seemed to have found an optimistic reason to believe.
"Hey, mates! Even though we don't have Mr. Green anymore, Gryffindor doesn't
have Harry either—" Roger announced joyfully in the Ravenclaw common room.
"What?" Toya couldn't believe what he was hearing. Gryffindor without Harry?
What kind of joke was that? It was common knowledge that Harry hadn't missed a
single practice session; one could see him on the Quidditch pitch almost every
day. The Gryffindors were practically obsessed with winning the championship.
"Ah, I haven't seen Harry on the pitch for five days..." Roger grinned.
"Forget it, that's just because exams are coming up," Toya dismissed it as
fantasy.
"But what if I told you Harry and Wood had a massive falling out?" Roger said,
acting mysterious.
"You mean...?" The entire Ravenclaw Quidditch team was suddenly intrigued.
"Regardless, everyone, we have a real chance of facing a Gryffindor team without
their star Seeker. I have to say, Wood might be the fairest Quidditch captain;
knowing we lost our core, he decided to cut his own strength as well. Prepare
for battle, warriors! Ravenclaw has already taken the House Cup, and we must
present Ravenclaw with the Quidditch Cup—"
Roger said spiritedly. He waved his arms, inciting the crowd. "Back-to-back
championships! Everyone! We will write the history of the Ravenclaw Quidditch
team! This victory is dedicated to the eagle soaring in the distant heavens—"
"Naturally!"
With their founding core gone, the Ravenclaws ignited with a passion they hadn't
felt in a long time.
And so, the afternoon of the Quidditch match arrived. At a quarter to eleven,
the Ravenclaw team headed to the changing rooms. The weather was completely
different from the day they had played Slytherin—clear, cool, and breezy. There
would be no visibility issues. Though tense, everyone began to feel that unique,
electric excitement that only a Quidditch final could bring. They heard the
sound of the entire school flooding into the stadium outside.
"You know what we must do." Roger said as they prepared to leave the changing
rooms. "The finals, this is the finals! Ravenclaw must return covered in honor!
Fly like we did in yesterday's training, and we'll be fine!"
They walked out onto the pitch, and the cheers were deafening. The Gryffindor
team, dressed in their red robes, stood in the center of the field.
"Roger, is this what you meant by the Gryffindor team losing their Seeker?" Toya
stared at Harry, who looked somewhat shy and nervous, feeling completely
bewildered. The rest of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team felt the same; they already
sensed how this match would end.
"Roger—" "What is this—"
The shouts of the Ravenclaw team rose and fell. Lee Jordan's voice boomed across
the entire stadium: "The match is about to begin! Now we see the Ravenclaw team
has entered the pitch! They have respectable strength; they even defeated
Slytherin at one point. I have to admit, they might have once been the best
team—but having lost their absolute core, how could they possibly defeat the
finest team Hogwarts has to offer now!" Lee Jordan commentated with passion.
"Jordan, if you cannot provide an objective commentary—" Professor McGonagall
frowned in warning.
The Quidditch stadium was a sea of sound. That morning, Roger remembered that
distant afternoon when the small, black-haired wizard had taken him to see a
very special stone.
"We are certainly willing to help test this, but are you truly sure—"
Feeling the roar and cheers of the stadium, Roger took a deep breath: "Yes,
Gryffindor has Harry, but we have—"
He paused abruptly, then turned his gaze toward the Ravenclaw changing room.
Under his gaze, a small, black-haired wizard walked out calmly, his broomstick
circling him like a well-trained puppy.
"The best team that once was? Everyone, we are the best team now!" Roger raised
his arms high.
The silence of the Ravenclaw team shifted instantly into a roar of ecstasy, and
the Quidditch stadium was set completely ablaze.
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