117- Say something nice to that old lady

Seeing Ravenclaw's gaze, Rhys raised an eyebrow. "She's a child of the Greengrass family, a very talented young witch."

"Oh?" Now Ravenclaw was interested.

If Salazar praised someone for their talent, it meant they were truly exceptional. And with the Greengrass family background... Could she be the chosen successor of Salazar after his rebirth? Now she wanted to meet this little girl.

'But can your successor outlive you?' she silently mocked.

Leaving aside Salazar's strange method of immortality, just the fact that his physical age matched that of his apprentice was intriguing enough. Who would outlive whom was really anyone's guess.

Ravenclaw wanted to meet Daphne, and Rhys certainly wouldn't stop her. However, before leaving, he asked, "How do you plan to present yourself to her?"

Ravenclaw understood Rhys's hint. After a brief consideration, she decided to meet Daphne as Ravenclaw.

"Given my current state, there's no need to hide," she said.

Rhys kept his identity hidden because he didn't want to scare the child and preferred to act discreetly. Ravenclaw, on the other hand, had no such concerns.

"Alright, but please remember, my name is Rhys Chassla Lynt."

"Alright, Salazar Slytherin."

Rhys: "..."

His steps faltered, hesitant and uncertain.

"Is there something else on your mind?" Ravenclaw immediately noticed that her old friend hadn't said everything.

"Could you help me fix this crystal ball? A mischievous kid broke it," he asked carefully, taking the shattered pieces of the crystal ball out of his pocket.

Ravenclaw frowned. "The damage is quite severe, and the spells on it are extremely delicate. Considering my current condition—"

"So, it's a no?"

"—I can do it, but you'll have to agree to one condition."

"Never mind, then." Rhys rejected her outright, without hesitation—agreeing to a request from Ravenclaw was not something to take lightly.

Accepting it could lead to serious trouble.

Ravenclaw: "..."

'What kind of image did you have of me in your mind before?! '

'This time, the thing I need help with is really simple!'

She wanted to say more, but Rhys had already turned and walked into the passage without looking back.

Ravenclaw couldn't help but laugh: Very well, still the sharp and cunning Slytherin, but remember, you're not the only one who can get things done.

She lifted her head, her gaze seemingly piercing through the thick stone walls.

...

"Are you alright?" Daphne hurried over as she saw Rhys emerge safely from the passage.

"Heh. It's like pulling teeth from a lioness, and without any anesthesia," Rhys shrugged. He was confident that no one else in the world could have treated Ravenclaw's illness like he did.

Those with the skill to heal couldn't get close to her, and those who could get close... was there really anyone left in the world with that capability? If they hadn't even mastered their own field, they'd better not go to Ravenclaw to meet their doom.

Daphne chuckled.

"But fortunately, I've treated her for the most part. You can go see her now," Rhys said, winking at Daphne. "You definitely won't come back empty-handed from this trip. Remember, say plenty of nice things to that old lady. Then she won't let you go without rewarding you."

Rhys was certain that Ravenclaw wouldn't be stingy with Daphne. After all, this was an elder meeting a younger one—how could Ravenclaw possibly hold back from giving a generous "red envelope"?

"Me?" Daphne pointed at herself, full of doubt and uncertainty.

She was completely confused, not understanding why that mysterious woman wanted to see her.

"By the way, the mystery is solved. The person we just rescued is one of Hogwarts' founders, Rowena Ravenclaw."

...

Daphne was in a daze all the way until they emerged from the passage onto the platform.

The revelation Rhys had just shared with her was so shocking that her brain couldn't process it right away.

We rescued Ravenclaw?

Daphne suddenly felt like she was riding the coattails of something big.

What had she done on this journey? Her only contribution had been chatting with Rhys and using up his magical potions.

Even the crystal ball Rhys had given her for live updates lost its signal at the start of the battle—meaning she wasn't even a spectator.

Yet Rhys said that they had rescued Ravenclaw together, making her feel like she had just "teamed up with a pro and scored eighty points."

And that was Ravenclaw! The Ravenclaw!!! The idea that she, in her lifetime, could meet one of Hogwarts' founders was something she wouldn't have dared to dream of.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind?" A gentle female voice interrupted her thoughts. Daphne quickly looked up and saw a ghost standing alone on the platform.

Even as a ghost, Daphne could tell that the witch's robe was exquisitely crafted. The fabric must have been top-quality in life, and combined with her well-maintained face and those deep, wise eyes that occasionally sparkled with intellect, Daphne instantly believed that she was indeed standing before Rowena Ravenclaw.

As Daphne looked at Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw was also observing Daphne. After her conversation with Salazar, she had learned that the language of the current era had changed significantly.

So, she cast a translation spell on herself. While Rhys was busy elsewhere, Ravenclaw had also transformed the platform back into a flat surface and concealed her physical body.

In just a few seconds, Ravenclaw had thoroughly observed Daphne from head to toe. She had to admit, Salazar's apprentice certainly looked presentable; now, she just needed to see if Daphne's talent was truly as exceptional as Salazar claimed.

"..Hello," Daphne greeted the ghost in front of her timidly, her voice tinged with nervousness.

She couldn't help but feel nervous—after all, she was standing before the legendary witch, Rowena Ravenclaw! Daphne took two deep breaths, her eyes involuntarily drifting to the side, hoping to catch a reassuring glance from Rhys for some encouragement.

But to her surprise, she realized that Rhys hadn't come in with her.

At that moment, Rhys was poking at the glowing barrier at the entrance to the passage, shaking his head helplessly. He had expected Rowena to do this.

She wanted to meet Daphne alone.

"Hello, child, there's no need to be nervous. Come closer," Ravenclaw said with a warm smile, beckoning Daphne forward.

The smile melted away Daphne's tension, and she took a few steps closer to Ravenclaw.

As she did, a table and two chairs appeared out of thin air before her.

"Please, have a seat. We can sit and chat," Ravenclaw gestured kindly, indicating for Daphne to take a seat first.

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