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Chapter 723: The Gift of the Goddess of War
🕑 Added 2020-02-09 19:49:23 +0000 UTCTo know whether Ravenclaw and Gryffindor really had any unknown relationship, the most effective and direct way was not to look up any historical books, but to ask the ghost Helena herself. She must know about her mother.
Evan had met the ghost because of the newspaper.
She had left an impression that if he was willing to say something nice, she would probably be willing to tell him everything she knew, without reservation.
Many ghosts were not as simple as they seemed. They knew some hidden things, such as Moaning Myrtle.
She didn't stay in the out-of-order girls’ bathroom on the second floor, crying all the time and doing nothing else. When she was fine, she would also go out and stroll around the bathrooms of the prefects and the boys of the four Houses to peep at the boys' baths. And she was willing to share with people who knew the secret, commenting on the boys’ bodies and sizes.
After knowing this, Evan was very careful every time he went to take a bath, to see if there were any ghosts hiding in the pipes.
Turning back to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, in fact, Evan was still very interested in the secrets of the founders of the school, but now was not the time to study these things. The first thing he needed to understand was why Ravenclaw had left behind those memories.
She wouldn’t leave her past experience for future generations just to comment on for no reason. Where was the key to her secret treasure?!!
Evan had the heart to continue to watch, the scene had changed, and he entered a new memory.
This time, the sailboat was floating quietly on the sea without advancing. What appeared in front was a gigantic, dangerous black reef.
The central position was raised high away from the sea surface, allowing the waves to beat on it.
The raised black reef looked like a beautiful human girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had nothing on her body. But that was not all. In the surf, Evan could see it vaguely. The lower half of her body under the water was a horrible beast with six heads and twelve legs!
It was Scylla, the infamous sea monster from mythology.
It was said that its ending was to merge with the rock wall where it lay and became the rock itself.
When Hagrid said he was going to Sicily to find the giants, Evan thought of the famous sea monster.
To this day, its descendants were still living in the waters near the Strait of Messina, but the statue had disappeared.
The descendants of Scylla were under the strict control of the International Confederation of Wizards and the Italian Ministry of Magic. The wizards regularly sent food and cleaned up the disobedient ones. It had been a long time since the water monsters had eaten passers-by and sailors.
In fact, Evan also heard that they were going to follow the Romanian approach to managing fire dragons, and had developed a reserve dedicated to protecting these sea monsters, open to tourists, and earning research and feeding expenses.
That sounded great, and it was a good thing for the endangered magical creatures themselves!
But Evan was now a thousand years in the past, and in Ravenclaw's memory, things were very different here.
The beautiful song came on and off, as though to guide them through. If there was no sound of giant dogs panting and barking, its singing sounded pretty good, more beautiful than that of the Merpeople. It was the best music Evan had ever heard.
"Scylla, one of the three legendary sea monsters … What a dangerous sea area … there are all kinds of monsters!" Gryffindor said softly, he was standing to the left of Evan, "Rowena, What are you going to do? It’s not good to just go there."
The sea surged around the reef in front of them, revealing from time to time the traces of one or two Scyllas, whose upper bodies looked like the most beautiful human girls, wearing nothing, matching the wonderful song.
The crew members on the ship looked at them dumbfounded, with strange expressions of fear and excitement on their faces. They all knew what those Scyllas meant, but they couldn't help the temptation of the girls showing off in front of them. If it weren't for Ravenclaw's magic, they might have been driven away long ago, and waiting for them would be only death and to be eaten alive by those sea monsters.
"You wait here with the others, I'll go first!" said Ravenclaw, looking ahead, "Now that we’ve seen these Scyllas, the great whirlpool of Charybdis should be nearby. From the information we got, what we want is inside."
"It's okay for you to investigate, but first you have to agree that you can’t act alone without me," said Gryffindor, looking at Ravenclaw seriously. "I don’t need to say more, you should be aware of the danger of that place."
"Don’t worry; I'm not you, I won’t act rashly!"
"I'm afraid you can't help doing something foolish, otherwise I wouldn’t have followed you! That thing being in there; that is just the result of Divination… not necessarily true.” Gryffindor continued, his face unusually full of worries.
"It must be there. Helga paid a great price to see what she saw!"
"But my Astrology came to the exact opposite conclusion," Gryffindor sighed as he watched Ravenclaw staring at him, and continued, "Well, even if that thing is in there, it may not help you."
"I know my own situation better than anyone else. I just don't want to give up on hope, even if the hope is minimal!" said Ravenclaw. "This is the blood malediction of the Ravenclaws. I have decided to end it in my generation, no matter what it takes."
Standing aside, the more he listened, the more confused Evan felt. What was the Ravenclaws’ blood malediction?!!
He had never heard of it, nor had it ever been recorded in that historical book.
What strange development was that? If he could, he really wanted to shout to them both and ask them.
"You call this power a malediction, but I don't see what's wrong with it. This is the secret that keeps the Ravenclaws strong." Gryffindor paused for a moment and said seriously, "Rowena, let's just go back!"
"The Ravenclaw family prospered because of wisdom, not because of this malediction. You don't understand my pain!" Ravenclaw said, her eyes shining brightly, "I’ve told you many times that too much power is a burden. Maybe wizards like Salazar need it, but I don’t. If this is a gift from the goddess of war, Morrigan, then all I have to do is give it back to her and rely on my own strength to be a great witch."
