James offered a final, solemn thank you to the Guardian, his resolve hardening as he prepared to venture toward their destination. One by one, his friends followed suit, expressing their gratitude to the ancient protectors of the realm. The Main Guardian leaned in, whispering a grave warning directly into James's ear.
"The Ravenclaw Gemstone is truly dangerous, James."
He paused, his eyes scanning the horizon.
"It lies far from here, but I can tell you its exact location. The place is eternally covered in snow. The Gemstone itself will not shine; it remains dull until it chooses its perfect master. Only then will its light be revealed."
The Guardian gripped James's shoulder firmly.
"Many are hunting for it. Take every step with extreme caution and beware of everyone and everything. I wish for you and your friends to reach all the Gemstones and eliminate the evil that plagues this world."
James accepted the weight of the task and nodded.
"Thank you for everything. We truly owe you a debt, Guardian."
The Second Guardian then stepped forward and hugged James. His expression was dead serious as he spoke.
"PLEASE NEVER LET VARKON WAKE AGAIN."
His voice trembled slightly.
"He is so, so dangerous..."
The smile faded from James's face, and he gave a silent, grim nod of understanding. James and his friends turned to leave, but their departure was interrupted by the appearance of a female Guardian. She wore a flowing red gown and bore the visage of one who had seen many centuries.
The other Guardians looked on in surprise and shock at the sight of her.
"Aura...?" they whispered among themselves.
"Why has she come here?"
"She rarely leaves her dwelling unless it is to provide a dire precaution."
James and his friends watched her approach, feeling an instinctive sense of respect for her presence. Aura walked straight toward James, her eyes piercing.
"Varkon..." she breathed.
"Please be careful. He is far too dangerous."
While the others were distracted, a Guardian moved toward Elthira to tend to her injuries. He carefully aided her, tying a handkerchief around her wounded ankle to stop the bleeding. The Guardian looked up at her and smiled kindly.
"Take care, Rose."
The real Rose, trapped in Elthira's form, was struck with shock and surprise at being recognized. However, James and the others were standing at a distance and could not hear the exchange.
As the group finally began to walk away, Voldemort—concealed in Rose's form—gazed at James's retreating figure. He watched the strength in James's stride and thought to himself:
"This body will belong to me."
A wicked smile played on the girl's lips.
"I will make sure my mentor and lord Varkon rises again."
Meanwhile, the real Rose looked at James with pure admiration. She replayed the moments in her head—how he had taken a stand for her and protected her even when he thought she was an enemy.
"How can you be so good, James?" she wondered in her heart.
Miss Amelia, however, was beginning to feel a growing suspicion. She watched Elthira closely, her mind racing.
"Why am I feeling like Elthira is behaving like Rose?" she asked herself. "Everything about this feels incredibly weird."
James stared ahead at the snowy peaks, making a silent promise to himself.
"No matter what, I will protect Hogwarts from Voldemort and stop Varkon from rising again as the Dark Lord."
Scorpius likewise took a vow within the silence of his heart.
"I will save Rose from danger. I will never let the dark dream shown to me by the Hufflepuff Gemstone come true."
Rose, still trailing behind in her disguise, felt a surge of determination.
"I will help my friends achieve all the Gemstones and survive this dangerous battle," she vowed.
She looked at James one more time, a secret hope flickering in her soul.
"And I wish... I wish I could finally propose my love to James."
James remembers Aura secretly gave him some mirror and kept into his hand and smiled and says
"Keep this with you and Don't ask other questions"
"It will help you and chose you to find what is real and what is unreal "