She opened her arms to Helena, her smile incomparably warm, without the strictness and reproach that Helena remembered, only a gentle and apologetic look that seemed to dispel all the world's grievances.
"I'm sorry, Mother, I was too willful."
Helena threw herself into her mother's embrace.
At this moment, Helena's heart was filled with countless words and a mix of emotions, but ultimately, in a trembling voice, she let go of her thousand-year stubbornness and pride.
"It was my excessive harshness towards you in the past that led to all the subsequent misfortunes. Books taught me how to raise a child, but they didn't teach me how to be a qualified mother." Rowena gently stroked Helena's hair, she too let go of her pride, candidly admitting her past mistakes.
"I know of course you meant well for me, it's just that I was too rebellious, wanting to..." Helena said in a trembling voice, tightly holding the mother in front of her.
She was like a little girl again.
"What happened in life is gone like smoke, child, we stand at a new beginning," Rowena interrupted Helena's words, gently wiping the tears from Helena's eyes.
Mother and daughter hugged tightly.
In this Misty Illusion Realm, a gap between life and death, fate allowed them to reunite, finding inner peace and connection, and the bond between mother and daughter would continue on a new journey.
The scene was very warm.
The picture was also extremely beautiful.
If it weren't for an "Ian the bystander" lying on a rock nearby, constantly banging a stone against the Slytherin Pendant Box, trying to knock Tom's remaining soul unconscious, it would be much more harmonious.
"Clang, clang, clang~"
The sound of the pounding echoed in the ears.
Rowena Ravenclaw turned helplessly to Ian, "Little one, doing this won't help, it cannot separate the soul from the Soul Artifact."
At this moment, both mother and daughter looked at Ian lying on the rock.
"Dumbledore actually told me this before, but now I'm just simply tormenting the Tom inside," Ian said, pounding the Slytherin Soul Artifact again with effort.
"..."
"..."
The two generations of Ravenclaw didn't know how to respond, they exchanged a glance, probably both felt a hard-to-describe emotion that perhaps Ian was sorted incorrectly into his house.
"Blame this guy for bringing us to this ghost place! Lady Ravenclaw, look, my skin's all tan, back in your time, I definitely would have been taken to pick cotton," Ian's complaining tone was filled with indignation, he had already drunk several cups of light saline water.
"When we were alive, there were no black slave cotton plantations," Helena couldn't hold back and reminded, she actually didn't see any sign of the Little Wizard turning darker.
"But there were still black slaves." Rowena Ravenclaw dutifully added from the side, then went forward and took the Pendant Box and Resurrection Stone Ring from Ian's hands. She clearly saw what Ian was up to with his incessant chatter, this little one's mind was still as easy to guess as ever.
Then.
Under Ian's serious gaze, Rowena Ravenclaw reached out again, pulling out a dark twisting thing from each of the two treasures.
They were full of all sorts of negative emotions, constantly rolling and twisting, trying to escape, but in Rowena Ravenclaw's hands, they could only be squeezed together into a large clump of sludge.
"Pathetic bugs! You damn people! How dare you offend the great Black Demon King like this! I will tear you and your families to pieces!"
"No one can stop my return! You may find one... two of me! But there are more of me in the world! I have laid the foundation for my immortality!"
Just like the last encounter with Voldemort's remnant soul, this time the combined remnant seemed to have a bit more intelligence, yet still retained a kind of insane vibe.
It howled, roared, its venomous curse sharp and piercing, like claws scratching on a chalkboard.
"Shut up!"
Helena angrily scolded Voldemort's remnant soul. Ian glanced at Rowena Ravenclaw; this time, the founder didn't seem inclined to hand over Voldemort's remnant soul to him.
"I think this will bring peace to both you and it." Rowena Ravenclaw directly tossed the combined remnant into the nearby boiling, tumultuous lava.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
It sounded like the noise of brewing a magic potion.
"No! What is this place! My magic! Why has my magic disappeared!"
Voldemort's remnant soul struggled to climb out of the lava, yet the Black Demon King, who once stirred up a storm in the Magic Realm, appeared exceptionally small and helpless in this boundless hellfire.
Nothing could be done!
Once invincible dark power, now completely deprived, leaving only a faint shred of consciousness intertwined with unwillingness and fear, barely lingering in this endless molten fire. The lava seemed to sense the presence of this remnant, boiling more vehemently, the tongues of flame like greedy tendrils ruthlessly entwining this flicker of soul.
"Ahhhhh!!"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this! It wasn't supposed to be like this!!" Voldemort's remnant soul emitted a silent wail in this ultimate agony, a scream that transcended mortal pain, an anguished cry from the depths of the soul, yet in this enclosed hell it echoed unheard, with no escape.
It could only helplessly feel itself being swallowed bit by bit by the lava, until its final hand was completely consumed, the lava not even emitting a puff of black smoke. Its existence, along with its ambitions and evil, was utterly burned to nothing by the hellfire.
Leaving only a sea of searing, churning molten fire.
Continuing its eternal boil.
"Hiss! My treasure! It was really a useful treasure!"
Ian had been counting on burning two of Voldemort's remnant souls to increase his magic power cap, but to his dismay, Rowena Ravenclaw didn't give him the chance.
Who could stop a mother furious enough to burn a ghastly man's ghost fire for the sake of her daughter?
Ian now only regretted that when he first met Rowena Ravenclaw, why he had to tell her that Voldemort was just a scumbag who messed with Helena.
"Completely rotten remnants have no use, even within the realm of alchemy it would only become poison." Rowena Ravenclaw was clearly unaware of the Extraordinary Traits Ian possessed, she just watched Voldemort's remnant soul turn to ashes, then turned and spoke to Ian with a smile.
"This is the real treasure, little one."
Rowena Ravenclaw raised the thing she held in her hand.
"You were brought here not because of that laughable Black Demon King of your Human World, he wasn't capable of it. It was this item you carried that brought you and my child to this..."
In her hand.
The Resurrection Stone Ring shone with a deep luster.
"The place where it was truly forged."