Time passed by second by second.
When midnight arrived.
Helena Ravenclaw arrived as promised. She seemed very unused to this sneaky feeling, looking left and right like a guilty thief as she floated through the wall into the lounge.
"I never thought I would come looking for a little wizard in the middle of the night, especially a little warlock." Helena Ravenclaw saw Ian sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.
Ian also looked up at her.
"Does this make you feel guilty?"
Ian spoke with a teasing tone.
"To be honest, a little."
Helena Ravenclaw's answer was also quite honest, "If not for my mother's word, I would never do such a thing. My education has always been very traditional."
She was indeed a romantic at heart, but she had also been strictly raised, which is actually the reason for most romantics to be born.
"We still have plenty of time, perhaps you should say farewell to friends over the years, as long as you don't mention me, it wouldn't matter."
The firelight from the fireplace illuminated Ian's face as he spoke softly.
"I don't think I should trouble you." Helena Ravenclaw floated in front of Ian. The firewood in the fireplace burned fiercely, occasionally making crackling sounds.
"And, if you really can... really can do something as incredible as I imagine, I think I will have a time to reunite with them."
Helena Ravenclaw looked at the table in front of Ian, there was only one book on it, "Little Ian, what do we need to do? Perform a magic ceremony to send me into that land?"
Her voice was both a little apprehensive and nervous, yet also contained undisguised bewilderment and confusion, because if a magic ceremony were to be performed, a lot of things seemed indeed missing here.
Most ritual magic procedures are very complex, requiring magic power and skill from the host of the ritual, and the more powerful the ritual magic, the more things are needed.
And such magic as sending a ghost into another world, Helena Ravenclaw had never heard of, but she was also very sure that the preparations required would not be few.
"Ritual magic can't accomplish such a thing."
Ian shook his head.
His words made Helena Ravenclaw even more puzzled.
"Tonight, you shall call me Little Merlin." Ian stood up, walked forward, and in Helena Ravenclaw's somewhat astonished expression, reached out his hand to her.
"What do you mean?"
Helena Ravenclaw asked curiously, hesitantly extending her pale hand. Her hand had a somewhat transparent texture, yet it was firmly held by Ian.
"It means I will take you on a voyage tonight." Ian, who was well-prepared, began to pull out a strip of cloth and wrap his hand and Helena Ravenclaw's hand together.
"What are you doing?"
Helena Ravenclaw watched in some amazement at what was happening.
"We'll soon find out, won't we?" Ian smiled lightly and directly pulled out a small vial of potion, downing it in one gulp in front of Helena Ravenclaw.
"Is that the Amortentia you brewed in the Comings and Goings Room?"
Faced with this inquiry.
Ian had no chance to answer.
Because he immediately showed Helena Ravenclaw, who was stunned, what it means to fall asleep at once.
"This..."
Helena Ravenclaw, her eyes wide, was just about to say something when she felt the surrounding scenery start to blur, with a boundary of uncanny clarity instantly crossed.
Life and Death Potion.
Living Hell Potion.
Tonight in Ian's hand, it truly took a ghost... across life and death.