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Chapter 721: Following Ravenclaw
🕑 Added 2020-02-09 19:48:20 +0000 UTCIt was Rowena Ravenclaw in her youth!!
Evan breathed in the sea breeze and subconsciously looked away from Ravenclaw.
This feeling reminded him of Dumbledore for a moment. His eyes too could see through a person's mind.
But it was not exactly the same. Dumbledore could see through a person's mind because of his rich life experience. He had experienced many things in his life and could understand others' thoughts, besides the occasional use of Legilimency.
In front of him, Rowena Ravenclaw was only eighteen or nineteen years old and should not have that kind of vicissitudes and experience.
Her smart blue eyes revealed her cleverness, shining with indescribable bright light, maybe because she was too smart, nothing could escape her eyes… so it felt at least.
It was unclear why Evan felt that way, but he was certain that hiding any secrets from her was an extremely unwise choice.
There was a pocket watch-like thing hanging around her neck, a Time-Turner that had brought Evan back to a thousand years ago.
Evan's gaze continued upward, Ravenclaw was carrying her diadem above her head, not the ordinary iron ring he had found, but a very luxurious magical item.
The main body of the diadem was the shape of a raven spreading its wings inlaid with sparkling gems and pearls.
The most striking was the huge sapphire in the middle. If Evan was not mistaken, it was a Philosopher’s Stone.
That should be the Philosopher’s Stone he needed to find. Where was that Stone now?!!
"Rowena, I see land!" Just then, a shout rang out over the sky.
Evan looked up and saw a person standing at the top of the towering observatory, but not clearly.
The man seemed to be slender and young. No matter who he was, it was obviously reckless to climb to that high place, and it seemed to Evan that there was no stability at all. He was afraid that even seagulls or other birds would think twice before landing there.
The man easily jumped onto the sling and climbed barefoot on the rope, looking as comfortable as a squirrel.
In the turbulence of the waves, Evan was dizzy, and he hoped that the man would not fall down.
"Come down, Godric!" said Ravenclaw, her crisp voice was not very loud, but it almost magically cut through the voice of the waves. "That’s Sicily, keep moving forward, we are about to reach our destination!"
"We should go to the island for a rest before we set out!" Godric slipped nimbly down the rope.
That man with short red hair was Godric Gryffindor in his youth.
He looked one or two years younger than Ravenclaw, only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a smile that never seemed to leave his mouth, a handsome face, and no scar on his eye. He had pinned the sword forged by the goblins on his waist and his wand could not be seen.
Gryffindor looked more like an energetic warrior, not a wizard!
"I don't like to go on a boat. It's uncomfortable to shake constantly!" Gryffindor said. "Come on, Rowena; let me get some air ashore."
"You have to learn to be patient, Godric. Our journey is approaching its end. Don't get us in trouble before it does!" Ravenclaw said, and it was clear from her slightly reproachful tone that Gryffindor had caused a lot of trouble along the way.
"I'm not you. I can’t sit there all day with a magic book in my arms," Gryffindor said disapprovingly. "Besides, I didn’t make trouble."
"You didn't make trouble?!" Ravenclaw approached two steps forward and glared at him angrily. "What happened with the Centaurs, as well as the fire dragon, the troll, the Quintaped, the huge sea serpent, the Dark wizard we met with Frank, the Muggle Knight Lord and the demon he summoned, and…"
It seemed that Gryffindor did a lot of things along the way, which made Ravenclaw very dissatisfied.
Evan was surprised. She looked like Hermione… a more domineering Hermione.
From his past experience, he knew that Gryffindor was going to be out of luck!
Sure enough, Gryffindor took a small step backwards every time Ravenclaw said a name.
"Those troubles came to me on their own, and I didn't provoke them!" He whispered, looking unsure, and hesitated to add, "Rowena… I'm here for you."
His last words worked, and Ravenclaw's momentum became significantly weaker.
"Well, we can take a rest on the island!" she said, walking to the side of the boat and looking at the closer island. "This island is the hometown of giants. Don't go to provoke them, they are not weak. Especially don't go looking for Cyclops. I heard that there is one remaining on the island. It's a giant beast left from ancient times; extremely dangerous."
"I know, don’t worry!" Gryffindor promised, but the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed his true thoughts.
He would definitely look for the giants, and the extremely dangerous Cyclops Ravenclaw talked about.
Evan followed and looked at Sicily a thousand years ago. The island was still pristine, and this area in particular seemed to have no trace of human settlements.
Behind the reefs and sandy beaches were dense forests and mountains, with rumbling sounds from time to time.
As he was about to follow Ravenclaw and Gryffindor to see the giants, the scene before him suddenly changed.
It was like switching memories in a Pensieve. After a brief dark, Evan came to another memory.
It was still on this ship, but in front of him, Sicily had disappeared, and there was only sea water around.
Evan and Ravenclaw were still standing at the bow, and the mist slowly surrounded them.
The fog had come suddenly, and Evan sensed something strange. It was not a normal natural change.
The thick fog slowed down the boat’s progress, and Ravenclaw's face became more and more cautious, less relaxed than before.
Something appeared, and Evan opened his eyes wide through this dim fog, barely recognizing a ghostly blurry outline. It was a big sailing ship, much larger than theirs, just like Durmstrang's big ship.
The hull glowed with faint green light, which looked very uncomfortable, and even more disturbing was the crew above.
At the very first moment, inexplicable fear rose deep inside Evan’s heart. He saw a ship driven by the dead sailing out of the fog screen. Their skin was pale, with a trace of rotten corpse green in their white, wrapped in strands of seaweed, and their clothes soaked in seawater were ragged.
"It looks like we’re going to fight!" Gryffindor stepped out of the cabin and waved the sword in his hand. "I don't like these fellows!"
He looked the same as before, but there was a fresh scar on his eye, which seemed to be the trace left after fighting Cyclops.
