Chapter 31 Ravenclaw's Crown (Modified, Typos Corrected)

"His name?" Ms. Gray showed a look of fear, "He gave himself a name that no one else dared to call, and there is his trophy in the prize showroom."

It seemed that Ms. Gray didn't plan to say Tom Riddle's name, a name that the entire wizarding world dared not say. He once cast a spell on his own name. If anyone read it, he would know it, even if he had already Gone for so long, but the impact is still imprinted in the wizarding world - even for a ghost.

But Alan felt a little wronged, even though they were all excellent, "You think I'm similar to him? But I didn't lie to you!"

"I don't know...he's flattering...he looks...know how to sympathize." Ms. Gray closed her eyes, seeming to be remembering, but also seemed to be regretting.

"Did he take something important from you?" Allen asked softly.

"It's important, but it doesn't belong to me." Ms. Gray's voice was full of bitterness.

"If you can, please describe it carefully, maybe I can find it for you." Although Alan knew where the thing was, he really wanted to help Ms. Gray, so he tried his best to keep his tone as calm as possible. sincere.

"You? Generations of students have forced me to tell its whereabouts, and no one can resist its attraction..." Following Ms. Gray's gaze, Allen saw the top of Rowena Ravenclaw's head, There is the crown of Ravenclaw worn there, even though it is only a statue, the magnificence and delicacy of the crown can be seen.

"So you were cheated out of Ravenclaw's crown. No one can resist the temptation to increase wisdom, but a wise man knows that true strength always comes from the person himself." Allen deliberately stated the facts, his tone was calm, but It touched the daughter of one of the founders of Hogwarts.

"You don't know, this crown is more than just increasing people's ingenuity! What's more important is knowledge, the knowledge it contains!" Ms. Gray seemed to be irritated, and looked at Alan contemptuously, as if looking at an extremely ignorant people.

"You can talk to me again when you can find Ravenclaw's diadem." Ms. Gray returned to her expressionless expression again, and with a hint of contempt, she turned and melted into the statue of her mother.

"The crown? There seems to be a mystery in it..." Allen shook his head with a smile, turned and returned to the boys' dormitory.

The next day, although Allen slept very late last night, he still got up early to prepare for morning exercises-the more he practiced, the more sensitive and powerful he was growing up, and Allen was immersed in this growth of strength.

While eating breakfast in the lobby, as the owls flocked into the great dining room as usual, everyone's attention was drawn to the slender package carried by six long-eared owls.

The owl flew to the Gryffindor table, and the end of the package bumped the hapless Neville, sending his head buried in the cereal, before landing in front of Harry.

Alan saw the unconcealable joy on Harry's face from a distance, and knew that the Boy Who Lived got his first broomstick - "Nimbus 2000".

But there is nothing to be jealous of, Allen himself has a "Neptune" with excellent performance.

Quickly pouring the porridge in the bowl into his mouth, Alan is going to find Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw—Professor Flitwick just sent Alan a note through the owl, asking him to eat Find him after breakfast.

In Filius Flitwick's office.

"Alan, I'm very happy to see that another genius wizard was born in our college. Your performance in all subjects is very good. Even Professor Snape has to admit this. But there is more to life than books and studies. There are many beautiful scenery and interesting things waiting for you to explore, try, and experience. I heard Mrs. Pince say that you spend almost all your spare time in the library. I think that in the long run, it will be harmful to your health. No good." Professor Flitwick said earnestly,

And release the famous and delicious pocket cakes hidden in the tin can of the desk drawer for Allen, and let them dance in front of Allen.

Although he had just had breakfast, Allen still picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. I have to say that Professor Flitwick is a responsible dean and a reliable teacher. Although it has not reached the attitude of Professor Pomona Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff College, who treats the students of other colleges equally and cares too much, it is already very rare.

"Thank you, Professor Flitwick! I will pay attention to adjusting the time in the future. But in fact, reading is a kind of enjoyment and pastime for me." Allen was moved by Professor Flitwick's concern and assured him .

"Oh, it's amazing. You are so studious at such a young age. Maybe that's why you are far better than other young wizards." Students who like to read are always easy to get the teacher's preference, at least in Ravenclaw College .

Professor Flitwick took a bite of the cake himself, which made the atmosphere in his company more relaxed, and then he continued to ask: "But are you interested in Quidditch?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"Quidditch? Professor, first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring broomsticks, nor can they join the Quidditch team." Allen looked at Professor Flitwick suspiciously. He had some guesses in his heart, but he was still not sure about himself. Will he also get this kind of privilege that is actually not fair to other first-year students.

"Yes, the rules are true, but I just learned that Harry Potter of Gryffindor has been specially recruited to become the youngest Seeker in a century. According to Rolanda, you said you were in her Flying lessons showed no less talent than Mr Potter, your brother Albert was a great Seeker back in school and your sister Daisy was a great Chaser too... so I think Ravenc Law can also recruit you as a Seeker. It's been a long time since we won the Quidditch championship trophy. It's been so long that I can hardly remember the last time I won the championship! And your birthday is better than Mr. Porter's. It's too late, you're younger than him!" Professor Flitwick really wanted to recruit Allen to join the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Recalling the feeling of flying in the sky on a broomstick in the flying class, Allen agreed without hesitation. Moreover, if you like Quidditch, it will give others a feeling that it won't be bad. Poor Tom Riddle was prejudiced because he didn't like brooms when he was a student at Hogwarts...Of course, Maybe those don't count as prejudices either.

Professor Flitwick was very happy. Allen was so steady, his taller figure than other students, coupled with his agility, seemed to make the victory possible, but the noise outside the office caused the pair of Eagle Academy teachers Raw attention.

"It's not some old broomstick! It's a Nimbus 2000! What do you mean you have one at home, Malfoy? Comet 260?"

"Comets are quite dazzling, but they are not at the same level as halos."

"How do you know, Weasley, you can't even get half a broom handle. I guess you and your brothers have to save twig by twig."

It was the voices of Ron and Malfoy, apparently arguing over broomsticks.

Professor Flitwick jumped out of his chair to put his feet back on the ground, and trotted out of the office, asking in a high-pitched voice, "I hope it's not a fight, kids?"